Collin and I recently saw Despicable Me 2 for the first time ever (we finally bought it for Christmas) and the purple minions were gutbusting hilarity for us.
On the commute home from work one day after watching the movie we came up with this awesome idea to try and get out of a speeding ticket should we ever get pulled over. Not that I ever speed, but just in case we are in a hurry one day and not paying enough attention to the speedometer.
The scenario goes like this:
At all times you must keep the following in your car:
- Purple face paint
- Hair gel
- Alkezeltzer (sp? too lazy to check) tabs
When you know for certain you are getting pulled over for speeding (trust me you know), pop one of the tabs in your mouth, use a glob of gel and try to screw your hair up as much as possible, and finally smear the purple paint over your face as fast as you can. Hopefully you can get this done before the officer gets up next to you.
If you have a passenger they either need to match or be cowering in fear with their eyes shut and shrunk away from you. Then as you roll the window down sit there yelling, "Meh!!", "ahhhh!!!", or any other random exclamation (check out the purple minions for reference).
One of two things will happen; a. you will make the cop laugh so hard he can't help but to let you go or b. the cop tasers you and then you wake up in the psych ward.... It's about fifty fifty. Probably just safer to not speed, but hey, this could be fun if your life is feeling dull...
Now for some parenting tips:
Collin and I have both been trying desperately to curb our use of foul language. Admittedly, my two biggest times for offense are in the car and while watching hockey. I am getting better, but still.... I'm human, I slip. We even try to sensor or bleep ourselves should the flow get there.
Last week while we were going somewhere with the tiny sponge in the car we were discussing something, I can't even recall what, but Collin was going on about the subject and at one point was like, "It's *pause* shit." Kind of sensored the the wrong word there, buddy. Ah, at least we are trying, right?
Some of you (well anyone who reads this blog even 50% of the time knows) I am working to get back on track with my health and fitness goals. I think I am doing great and am feeling greatly motivated. I recently was invited to a group on FB called "We Got This" that was started by someone I went to school with. There are a growing number of people on there; some I have known forever, and some I have never met. It is proving to be a very great inspiration. Most of us have shared our stories of how we got to where we are at whether positive or negative and what our health goals are.
It's weird, because it's not like anyone is looking over my shoulder or judging or anything other than being supportive, but I have found that since becoming a part of this (all of a week I know, but...) I feel more driven to stay on track and not cheat. I see everyone sharing their difficult days and their great days and I am driven to keep pushing. This week has been exactly what I needed. I hopped on the scale this morning full of trepidation and self doubt and was happily surprised to see that I had flushed the ten pounds of bloat from the holidays. Being only halfway through January, I know that it is still very possible to hit the goal I set for myself before the end.
Will it break me if I don't get it? No, but it will make me push just that harder in February. As long as the number on that blue digital readout doesn't go up, I am a-okay. But seeing that I was back down to my November weight made me overjoyed.
No joke though, if I make my goal+ I will probably do a back flip.
In my mind. I mean, come on. I maybe almost half the body I used to be, but I am not a gymnast.
Speaking of, normally when we go to break at work I meet Collin at the foot of the stairs that pop out by his department. Today at lunch time I needed to drop something in the mail room so I came down our main staircase, hit up the mail room and headed back to his department's area. He walked to where we were in each other's line of sight when I was about fifty feet away. Once I got right next to him I said, "In my head I was doing cartwheels the whole way here once you saw me." He just laughed.
I am enjoying watching the third period of our hockey game tonight against the St. Louis Blues. I am so proud of Detroit. They came back from a horrible shots on goal deficit and are almost ahead now, but the score is what really counts. as of right now 2-0 Detroit! It's been an intense game and I'm sure period three isn't going to let me down either. Haha!
Well I am too focused on the game now so I am going to leave it here. After the game it's Gilmore Girls, reading magazines, and some leveling my druid troll on WoW.
Grab the day by the balls and hold on for dear life; most things tend to get pissed when you grab them by the balls....
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