Merger Announcement

Announcement: Jessica and I are joining forces. Yeah, I know we're already married and all (although Jessica's technically still a Raychek - perhaps more on that in another post), but I've realized that I post way too sporadically to actually keep up a blog on its own. So I'm joining hers as a contributor, womany blog decorations and all.

Read our blog at:

www.theworldaccordingtopixie.blogspot.com

My Little Idol

Last week during dinner I asked Jessica what song she would sing if she made it to the finals of American Idol.

She squinted a bit in a thoughtful, far-off gaze, pursed her lips, and turned to me and said, "Ummm... proooobably Meatball," finishing her answer with subtle nodding indicating that after much thought it was certainly the best choice for an answer.

"Huh? Meatball?" I eloquently replied, swiftly scanning my musical Rolodex for a meatball-related song and finally resting on "On Top of Old Smokey" as the selected song from Jessica's mental jukebox. This made little sense, as I'm sure Simon, Randy, Paula and New Girl would certainly have an issue with her "song choice" at that stage of the game.

"What's MEATBALL?" I asked again.

"I sang it all the time on karaoke, so I'd pick that one," she said.

I stared back -- I was out of ideas. It couldn't be "Old Smokey." I scaled my search back from "Meatball" to all meat-related songs and artists.

Cheeseburger in Paradise? No...

"You mean Meat Loaf?" I asked.

"YES! Of course, Meat Loaf!", she said with a bit of an embarrassed self-giggle. Eventually, we crescendoed into a minute-long guffaw about her mental block, especially when we realized it may have been influenced by her polishing off a meatball sandwich earlier in the day.

Classic. I love my wife.

Randomness

Jessica went to a stake "Girls' Night Out" thing, so I am home but going to the gym soon.

I haven't "blogged" in a long time, so I thought I would throw up a couple things (the verb seems appropriate given Jessica's week too):

• It's official -- I am somehow, some way allergic to baby carrots. I could be allergic to "adult" carrots too, but does anybody really eat those anymore? Seriously, who wants to buy and then peel the "Bugs Bunny" type carrots when the baby ones are oh-so-easy to eat right out of the bag? Anyway, I got a new bag of them I was munching on at work, and then the sneezing started. I think I blacked out in the middle of it, and woke up with tiny chewed bits of baby carrot all over my office. And then I remembered that this has happened on wayyyy too many occasions to be coincidence. So I'm stamping it down as official -- I am allergic to them and I'll devote my life to finding a way to make baby pears without a core that I can just pop in my mouth and down.
• Who buys the "middle" gas type? I don't even know its name, but it's in between the regular unleaded and the premium. Do gas stations just keep 10 gallons of that in the back in case someone actually buys it? Is there a law that you need three levels of gasoline? If you're going to go "premium," why not just go all the way?
• I love learning things in podcasts -- for instance, two random facts I can pass along: 1. Redheads require on average 20% more anesthesia than non-redheads. It has something to do with the lack of pigmentation and cells not clinging to the anesthesia or something. 2. The chief of the British military is named Jock Stirrups; he was interviewed on a BBC podcast. Seriously? Jock Stirrups? I'm calling that made up...

That's all. You are all loved.