Its good to make your self laugh.

Our house has three rooms. Our bedroom, the office and the clothing/ dressing room. Yesterday while we were walking in a thrift store my husband says "Sometime I would like to get a love seat or a chair for the clothing room to put shoes on."

The first picture that came to my mind was a love seat piled with our shoes, we have lots of shoes, thinking that would be kind of smelly and a weird way to store the shoes.

I realized last night about 6 hours later that He wanted to Sit on the love seat to put his shoes on, not store the shoes there.

Laughing I shared my realization with him and he just looked at me and said "that would be stupid" and I said "ya but I was going to let you do it."

I got to laugh at myself good, I'm still doing it.

Campaign Funnies

It is hard for all of us NOT to brag about where Emily has been and who she has worked for. She has been in an office like the one above but for a different cantidate. You should check her blog the Chronicles of Emily there is a link to the right.

Blogs by Others

About two months ago my sister was reading past blogs of her friends. This is one of the ones she shared with us. She was able to do the Boston accent and everything because she has heard this man.

Spare Change Guy
My last entry reminds me of an experience I had with a panhandler. I'm sure this man has a name, but everyone just calls him the Spare Change Guy because he stands on the corner and recites, "Do you got any spare change," slurring all the words together while hanging onto the vowels so it sounds like doooooyaaaaaagoooootaaaaaanyyyyyyspaaaarechaaaaaaange. Hence the name Spare Change Guy.

One day as I was walking into work from the subway I noticed that the people coming towards me kept glancing over their shoulders. Curious to know what they were looking at, I scanned my path and noticed a woman about 50 feet ahead of me. She was dressed is a nice blouse. Her hair was well styled, and she walked confidently in her high heel shoes. She was also wearing nylons and underwear. Yep, I said underwear, I know this because she lacked any sign of a skirt or trousers.

As she passed by the Spare Change Guy, he ran up to her shouting,"Heeeeeylaaaadyyyyylaaaadyyyyy. Whaaaaathaaaaappeeeenedtoooooyoooooourpaaaaants?"

The poor woman was mortified. She was indeed wearing a skirt, but it had somehow become completely pushed up so there was absolutely no sign of it as she walked down the street. That day the Spare Change Guy deserved mad props for simply pointing out what no one else would. All the other pedestrians figured the woman was crazy and wouldn't say anything. It is was at that moment I realized that it is true, a person could indeed walk down the streets of Boston naked and no one would stop him/her.

With in a week after my sister read this to me I was in the break room and reading a fun tabloid and found this picture.

Selma was wearing really short shorts. I was laughing and immediately took a picture and sent it to my sister.

Flowers

Outside of our apartment the grass is dying with little bits of green mostly weeds, a rose plant that is not even a foot high with one bud that someone cut off. And these lovely Crocus bloomed but since the picture have been trampled by the 20 odd children that visit our neighbors every night screaming and running and playing.

My Mom's Cushions and the Stuffing

So when my parents first moved to Moses Lake in 2004 my mom bought new couches. A big sofa, a love seat and a chair. The cushions for the backs have never worked well, they don't keep their shape and its like a bag of stuffing but not enough to give any support. So for the last 4 years we have been trying to figure out how to fix them.

This year I came up with the idea of using egg crate foam to help stabilize them. The pieces dad came home with are very thick and very firm not the blue stuff I was expect from Wal-Mart. So the cushions only needed one thickness.

So I have only done one of the cushions, but perfected way to do it so my sister and dad can finish the other 4.

While I was doing this I had a helper, Piper. She started by sitting on top of cushion then wanting to be the stuffing.

Sleeping

So Bob falls asleep really fast and I never have. I lay in bed for about 45 minutes to an hour, praying, thinking, wondering about lots of things. At about the 45 minute mark I start dozing not really asleep not awake, the Never land area.

And without warning from my sleeping husband he starts to talk in his sleep, scaring the crap out of me and then I'm awake for another half and hour at least. Sometimes he screams with his mouth shut, when its like that I wake him up. Because maybe by the time he starts dreaming aloud again I might be asleep.

My Blog became Our Blog

I've been thinking about a blog for a while, for about a year. And after reading and hearing my Sister's I decided now is as a good of time as any. I told Bob that I had created a blog and the name is Alisa and Bob and he got all excited and said "So I can write on there too?" and I said well yes we can do it together or seperatley. But since he is working I have started creating the playlist for the music player trying to combine both of our tastes. And I picked out the pretty background. :) Which is not very boyish. But I'm sure we'll come to an agreement of one month he picks and the next I do.

So now that the Bog is created I have to figure out what I'm/We are going to write about. This first one was going to be about copying my older sister, but what younger sister out there doesn't do that? She has helped me (let me copy) the site she uses, the place to get backgrounds, and where to make the playlist.

This is possibly the newest picture of us together that I know about since we have lived across the country from each other until recently. So thanks to my sister I/We now have a pretty blog!