#hashtag

i have a confession...

i'm mildly obsessed with hashtagging. i try not to do it because when i do, it gets a little out of hand. oh and did i mention i mainly do it verbally? yep. completely obnoxious. that's me. thanks to jimmy fallon i even do the hand signal. ok, i mainly do it for the hand signal. how awesome is that?

anyhow, leslie invited me to go see american authors, the script and one republic. the show was epic. #epic. first of all we went down in a limo. we had delicious food. we had great seats. but it determined one thing for serious....... i'm old.

this is the email i sent my friend in follow up:

the concert was good. is it weird to not really like something while it's happening but like it more later? i had a lot of fun. maybe i didn't realize that i was even having fun and therefore that made it less fun? also, i got home at 1:30 and was up at 6:45ish... so if i speak gibberish (or gerbil) please ignore it. i like american authors, they opened. the script swore a lot and talked about being drunk. which was interesting. i really enjoy knowing where songs and things come from so it was nice to hear them explain things about their songs and where they're from. our seats were really close. like in the first 20 rows. and the script guy kept coming down and walking through the aisles. one republic was really good. they put on a really good show but it was really loud and really hot and they didn't go on until like 10 so at that point my old person body has already kicked in and i'm trying to force fun on myself. when they said that they were going to put on a 90 minute show i almost died. i was like whaaa? but sleep? but it was good and i got distracted. but looking back on it, it was really great. and everyone had a really good time. so. A+. i guess i'd do it again. that should be the standard right? i know while i was standing there watching them at points i thought would i do this again? my ears ringing, feeling a little bit like vomiting from the base, wondering are my ears going to bleed? glad i didn't clear that ear wax out. why did i shower before this? that was dumb. i'm so sticky. oh i love this song. dance dance dance. is my dancing weird? are people watching my awkward movements? what am i doing with my arms? oh he's so going to come out here. i'm going to throw leslie on him. yippeee! the good news is that i still want to listen to their music. probably more so now. 

#oldladyproblems #loudmusic #whereismyhearingaid?

lions and tigers and ....

bears!

we sent erik's parents away on a romantic vacation to vermont for their anniversary. stowe, vermont to be specific. they left on saturday morning and didn't return until monday afternoon.

erik and i had a rager. party animals! all the time. just kidding. i think we went out to dinner and were in bed by 9. cause we're rockstars.

at like one o'clock in the morning erik sits straight up in bed and i instantly think oh man, he's sick. this is going to be miserable. how loving do i have to be? can i sleep through his sickness? oh man i hope he doesn't ask me to find something. because that's the kind of loving wife i am at one am. leave me alone. let me sleep.

no. instead he says, i think there's a bear on the porch. sleepy emily sleepy emily -wait, WHAT?

moving to the country is one thing, having a bear wake you up choppin' on your bird feeders brings a whole new meaning to the boonies.

we crept around the house afraid to startle it. we didn't want to scare it away! we wanted pictures. even if it was eating all our bird seed. slowly moving from one room to another trying to get a good look at it. erik somehow fumbled getting his camera. the first shot he took was straight glass. flash in the window. no good. did it scare the bear? no. round two. at some point erik was like hanging out the window trying to avoid the flash. probably not the best idea but whatev. so when we get to the point where we've had enough of trying to take dark pictures of a dark animal, we flipped on the porch lights thinking it'll scare him off.

negative.

erik rushed open the door and yelled, "what you doin' on my porch?" that scared him. that would scare anyone. erik's boonie accent is quite terrifying.

except it wasn't. hobo (as he came to be named- hobothias for his non acquaintances.) came back. with bobo (botharimeul). and they decided to destroy the kindling pile and fight in the yard and leave giant poops and walk through my garden and knock at the door to see if we had anymore bird seed inside. no bears. we don't. go home. you're causing a ruckus.

which they eventually did. after some more erik yelling.

only to come back thursday.

this morning

i always listen to the radio as i come into work now. they usually have some sort of prize related to sharing an experience of some sort which intrigues me. maybe it's because it's morning, maybe it's the laughter, maybe it's just my need to be involved but i always wish that i could call in and participate.

i did once. they asked what words do you sing wrong. i had two: 1. i used to sing, goooooooin' to the checkbooooook and we're goonnnaa gett marrrried. (i was probably 5-6 at the time i was singing this. now, being married, i know i actually got the lyrics right.) 2. my cousin, adam, would sing - FOOOOOORRMED IN THE USA! (which again, probably the right lyrics if you were conceived here.)

today they asked, what is the weirdest reason that you broke up with someone?

my response: i couldn't call him by his real name. i figured if i couldn't call him by his real name then i couldn't date him. we were friends first and i had always called him by a nickname so when the possibility of dating him came up and i had to think about omg. am i going to meet your mom and not be able to call you eric because that's so foreign to me? the kicker is - i married an erik. so..

i think the winner was definitely the guy who broke up with a girl because she couldn't make a left turn. they were always late.

how about you? what's the weirdest reason you broke up with someone?