The Perfect Storm

We love thunder storms. Last night was the best thunder storm we have ever been apart of. We layed in bed, turned off all the lights, opened the blinds, got in spooning position and just watched the sky. For about at least an hour, the sky was never dark. The thunder was so loud! The little bubber didn't even stir, I think these storms lull her to sleep. It lulled me to sleep. I usually try to stay awake during the storms because they are so fun to watch, but this one just kept going and going and before too long I drifted off to la la land. I don't know why I love these storms so much, maybe its the feeling of being nice and cozy in a warm house with the people I love during such a vulnerable event going on outside. The midwest rocks (ask me that in 2 months and I will say the midwest sucks!) My grandma Gladys loves thunder storms. She would have loved last nights. I should call her.

The Story of Our Door Mat...

Our door mat's name is Mary.

We named her after our only friendly neighbor in Overland Park. When we were moving into our one bedroom apartment almost three years ago, Mary was just watching us. At first I thought she was kind of creepy. I mean, didn't she have any thing better to do than watch us unload our Budget van? Soon after though, we got acquainted and we began to love Mary.

She was retired, lonely and probably almost 80 years old. She was the neighbor who I borrowed sugar from. She had a really eclectic apartment, and every time I would walk inside, I just wanted to browse. There were different colors of non matching furniture, pictures from the seventies, and tons of old magazines and newspapers laying around. About ten months after we moved in, Mary announced to us that she was moving. She said, "in the three years I have lived here, you two were the only ones who talked to me." She wanted to move to a place where there were other old folks who would want to play cards and knit with. We were sad, but understood. But crap, who was I going to borrow sugar from?

So the day came, and we said good bye, and Mary was on to bigger and better things. We didn't exchange any contact information or anything. But we did notice that she left her door mat behind, and then we also noticed that we never bought a door mat. Travis and I looked at each other and decided that Mary would want us to have it. So we snatched it and it has been ours for almost two lovely years.

Like I said, we call the door mat Mary because we think it has a part of Mary in it. Every so often we will find it trying to crawl back to the real Mary. After big storms (actually probably just a light breeze), Mary will be located ten feet down the street, or sometimes we will find her all curled up and we will just laugh and say, "Mary, what do you think you are doing?" We will never give up on our door mat because we never want to forget the original owner. Who knows, she could even be dead right now, but her memory lives on right on our doorstep. I just hope Mary (the door mat) survives this week, lots of storms a coming our way.

Funny Man

Did anyone catch Conan's big opening show on Monday? Well I didn't. I fell asleep at 10:25. But I did Tivo it and watch it the next day. Would it be ignorant to say that Conan O'Brien is the funniest man on the planet? If you don't think this man is funny than we don't have the same humor. Who am I to judge though?

I do have to say that I am a bit of a late night talk show guru. I remember the days of Arsineo Hall (does that date me?). I would throw my fists at the TV and hoot and holler just because that was what you did. I didn't really appreciate late night until I was maybe in middle school. Correct me if I am wrong Mom, but I don't recall having a set bed time when I was that old. I remember staying up to watch David Letterman's top ten, then I would go to bed. I loved Letterman. Then he started getting all political and belligerent. So I moved on to Leno.

Leno just reminded me of a nice uncle. He was funny, but I never really laughed too hard. In high school, I had a midnight curfew. When you are a teenager sometimes those late nights contain drama. Maybe the boy I liked didn't talk to me, or my friends were being weird. Instead of going home and crying myself to sleep on my huge pillow, I would wind down with a bowl of cereal while watching Conan. This probably saved my parents millions on therapy (jokes, my teenage years were actually a piece of cake, it was those darn college years).

5 years ago, when they announced that Conan would take over for Jay in 2009, I jumped for joy because staying up till 11:37 pm was tough for me. I can't recall how many times this man brought me to tears. In fact, my cheeks were a little wet watching last nights show, that "twit of the week" bit got me good!

There is just something about finishing your day off with a good laugh. I hope Conan stays true and lives a good long life as the late night king... I just appointed him to that position but hopefully you will agree, if you don't than your humor is LAME (and if you took offense to that, then this post is probably really making you mad)!