So you know how we all mishear lyrics sometimes? I have a couple of good ones. Here are two lyric flubs that have inspired never-ending mockery in our marriage:
1. The Beatles, "Back in the USSR"
One of the things Daniel and I first bonded over was music, particularly that of the Beatles. Early on in the relationship, we were driving in the car blasting the White Album. During "Back in the USSR," I thought I'd impress Daniel with how much I knew about the music of the Fab Four. So after the line, "And Moscow girls make me sing and shout / That Georgia's always on my mind," the conversation went as follows:
Me: I love how they add that little throw-back to "Get Back."
Daniel, with a confused look: Huh?
Me: You know, when they talk about Jo-Jo from "Get Back."
Daniel: Wait, what?
Me, singing too enthusiastically: "That Jo-Jo's always on my mind, my my my my my my my mind."
Daniel: Um, they're saying "Georgia." You know, like, the country?
Me: Oh. Crap!
Yes, I totally misheard. Even worse, it didn't occur to me that "Get Back" was written after "Back in the USSR." Beatles fan fail.
2. The Killers, "Leave the Bourbon on the Shelf"
Daniel has gotten me into the Killers, among other bands, and when we drove home from "camping" last weekend, we listened to them. During the song "Leave the Bourbon on the Shelf," we got into discussing the use of the name Jenny/Jennifer in the band's songs. In "Jenny was a Friend of Mine," the guy kills Jenny. In "Leave the Bourbon on the Shelf," the guy is telling Jennifer that he'll always love her, etc. So I joked that "Leave the Bourbon," which we were listening to, had to have been written first since Jenny was still alive. The conversation went as follows:
Daniel: Yeah, and she has a kid.
Me: What makes you say that?
Daniel: He says "I love you and Leslie," so apparently she has a daughter.
Me: No, he says, "I love you endlessly."
Daniel: *embarrassed face*
The worst part for this one was how Daniel tried to justify himself by creating a scenario in which his interpretation of the song made more sense than the actual lyrics. It didn't work.
So there you have it. We're really good listeners.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
12 Steps to Camping Like a Jibson
1) Select campsite with public restrooms and amenities.
2) Leave after work on Friday, stopping for dinner at Wendy's on the way.
3) Arrive after dark, set up tent; forego fire due to rain, lack of wood, and general inability.
4) Fall asleep immediately on air mattress inflated from car-powered air pump (ideally. Note that car batteries cannot provide enough electrical current to run an air pump. Sleep on ground grudgingly.).
5) Eat breakfast: bananas, store-bought mini-muffins, hot chocolate heated on small camp stove (the only reason we brought it).
6) Take pictures to prove ruggedness to skeptical friends.
7) 9:00am, break down tent and shove equipment unceremoniously into car trunk.
8) Spend morning walking leisurely on the beach. Scare birds.
9) Using phone app, select a gourmet seafood restaurant for lunch in Provincetown.
10) Return home after less than 24 hours.
11) Owing to lack of fire while camping, cook s'mores over kitchen stove.
12) Watch movies and TV for the duration of the weekend.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
This Is How We Are
I thought it would be fun to start our "family" blog with a description of what my and Daniel's relationship is like. I'm sure this is the kind of post that no one will want to read, but I'm going to enjoy writing down some of the things that define our relationship in this stage of our marriage.
I happen to think that my husband is awesome. We've been together for a year now (that is to say that we started dating a year ago, hah), and I can honestly say I am truly happy. This is not to say that things are perfect. I hate it when girls paint an overly idealistic picture of their relationships, and I promise never to do that. But I really am happy, and I feel the need to express it. This is going to be fairly stream-of consciousness, so bear with me.
We love "marriage high-fives." We find them ironic.
We once camped in our family room, spending the entire night in a tent that we squeezed into our family room. Plans for an actual out-of-home camping trip are in the works.
We consume massive amounts of olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I think even the Italians would be appalled... well, maybe not.
We have a notebook, given to us by a Jibson family friend (thanks, Denise!), in which we randomly write messages to each other.
On a much less cute note, we also have a gay pirate doll named Jaxson (no, we did not name him that ourselves), which we periodically hide in random places in the hopes of scaring the other person. He has made it into the shower, the dresser, the bed, the freezer, the car, etc. Jaxson gets around.
If I get out of bed in the middle of the night for any amount of time, Daniel will inevitably roll into the middle and sprawl. He denies this. He lies.
I have been known to wake Daniel up by elbowing him in the head (sometimes repeatedly) or loudly talking in my sleep. I can't deny this.
We play games a lot. Right now we're on a backgammon kick, because we just learned how to play. Daniel also taught me how to play chess, which I suck at. We constantly have a Scrabble game going; on most nights we play a few rounds before we go to bed.
Before we got married, we agreed that Daniel would do the dishes and I would do the laundry. I got the better end of the deal.
When we drive by a Wendy's, we almost always stop to get Frosties. This happens a lot.
I constantly hurt Daniel with my clumsiness. One time I dropped ridiculously hot, cheesy potatoes on his hand. I was trying to dish up some dinner for him (to be nice!), but I ended up giving him a second-degree burn (not nice).
We are incapable of being on the same sleepiness cycle. When I'm alert and want to stay up late, he can't keep his eyes open. When he has energy and doesn't want to go to bed yet, I'm incapable of staying awake. It's kind of annoying.
When we're not watching one of our many TV shows or playing some sort of game, we can often be found imitating an old couple. Daniel works on his Jackson Pollack puzzle while I sew and/or cross stitch.
We often eat dinner in the family room so we can watch something while we eat. We use foldable TV trays. We're ashamed of this.
Okay, I'm done. I suppose I could go on forever, but no one wants that. Suffice it to say, we've got a good thing going here.
I happen to think that my husband is awesome. We've been together for a year now (that is to say that we started dating a year ago, hah), and I can honestly say I am truly happy. This is not to say that things are perfect. I hate it when girls paint an overly idealistic picture of their relationships, and I promise never to do that. But I really am happy, and I feel the need to express it. This is going to be fairly stream-of consciousness, so bear with me.
We love "marriage high-fives." We find them ironic.
We once camped in our family room, spending the entire night in a tent that we squeezed into our family room. Plans for an actual out-of-home camping trip are in the works.
We consume massive amounts of olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I think even the Italians would be appalled... well, maybe not.
We have a notebook, given to us by a Jibson family friend (thanks, Denise!), in which we randomly write messages to each other.
On a much less cute note, we also have a gay pirate doll named Jaxson (no, we did not name him that ourselves), which we periodically hide in random places in the hopes of scaring the other person. He has made it into the shower, the dresser, the bed, the freezer, the car, etc. Jaxson gets around.
If I get out of bed in the middle of the night for any amount of time, Daniel will inevitably roll into the middle and sprawl. He denies this. He lies.
I have been known to wake Daniel up by elbowing him in the head (sometimes repeatedly) or loudly talking in my sleep. I can't deny this.
We play games a lot. Right now we're on a backgammon kick, because we just learned how to play. Daniel also taught me how to play chess, which I suck at. We constantly have a Scrabble game going; on most nights we play a few rounds before we go to bed.
Before we got married, we agreed that Daniel would do the dishes and I would do the laundry. I got the better end of the deal.
When we drive by a Wendy's, we almost always stop to get Frosties. This happens a lot.
I constantly hurt Daniel with my clumsiness. One time I dropped ridiculously hot, cheesy potatoes on his hand. I was trying to dish up some dinner for him (to be nice!), but I ended up giving him a second-degree burn (not nice).
We are incapable of being on the same sleepiness cycle. When I'm alert and want to stay up late, he can't keep his eyes open. When he has energy and doesn't want to go to bed yet, I'm incapable of staying awake. It's kind of annoying.
When we're not watching one of our many TV shows or playing some sort of game, we can often be found imitating an old couple. Daniel works on his Jackson Pollack puzzle while I sew and/or cross stitch.
We often eat dinner in the family room so we can watch something while we eat. We use foldable TV trays. We're ashamed of this.
Okay, I'm done. I suppose I could go on forever, but no one wants that. Suffice it to say, we've got a good thing going here.
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