Goats and the Jersey Shore

So I had intended to do this blog on myotonic goats, when Jeff, my husband, walks in with a very odd proposal. Let me preface this by saying that watching "Jersey Shore" is my most embarassing guilty pleasure, and one that I do in private. Jeff hates reality TV, and wouldn't have sat through an episode of that if he lost a bet.

In an attempt to make contninuous efforts to strengthen our relationship, he made a daring move.

Jeff: "So....I noticed the first couple of seasons of Jersey Shore are on Netflix. I know you're recording this season and you always have to watch it by yourself. I thought maybe I could get caught up on it this weekend so that I can watch it with you. What do you think?"

Me: (choking on cereal) "Sure?"

As we begin to watch the first episode, and the 8 characters present themselves in the opening credits, amongst a blur of bronzer and hair gel, he looks over and says "You know, if I can't make it past the first episode, at least I tried."

I'm mortified, sure that he's going to be disgusted with the vapid, slutty behavior of these kids, so I hold my breath.......

three freaking episodes into it, I hear him yelling at the teleision. "Vinny is so dumb!" "Man, Angelina is a bitch!" and as we took a break to walk Molly, I turn around to see him fist pumping to an imaginary House beat.

He's addicted now, and will never pass up an opportunity to show me his "situatuion" (abs) and he finally realizes that the annoying sound I make when I don't get my way is the "Snookie noise."


Needless to say I think we both lost a few brain cells this weekend during our Jersey Shore marathon, but it brought us closer in a strange way.

Oh, and I can't leave this without this clip of the goats. It's really something special, and I fully intend to be present at the next "Fainting Goat" Festial.

Shoes.

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Thought about buying some shoes today, and after watching this video, I'm not so sure. As a side note, I'd like to say that I'm enjoying the summer here in Houston, but I'd be lying. It's 105 without the heat index today in good ole' H-Town. And while my Dallas friends are crying that they've been in 100+ temps for weeks, let me remind you that you don't have the humidity factor up there that we do here. You not only need gills to breathe in this climate, you need spf 50 to walk to your car. And forget doing anything outside barefoot. You might as well light your feet on fire.

Blog Virgin

So my colleagues have been hounding me to start one of these for months now. And by colleagues I mean you, Julie. So I figured what the hell.

I'm not really sure what this is going to be yet. Wait a minute. Am I having a Mark Zuckerberg moment? Am I creating this living, breathing organism that could most likely change the world?

Not likely. But I like to write, and commentate among close friends and co workers. I like to vent every once and awhile as well, and  sometimes it even takes me putting a pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) to sort through some of my own noise in my head.