June 19, 2013

I Would Walk 8.6 Miles For Oreos

By thoughtsappear

This weekend I hiked the Applachian Trail with friends. Because they’re insane, they hiked 40 miles…in one day. Because I’m not insane, I joined them to hike 8.6 miles.

One of my hiker friends loves lemon. I once saw him down 8 lemonades at dinner.

So when I saw these new Oreos, I had to bring some on our hike.

Lemon

Lemon Oreos…not the new weird Watermelon Oreos.

Worst case scenario, we could drop them on the trail to attract bears find our way back to the car.

Only…about 3 seconds before my coworkers appeared from the first 10 miles of their hike, this happened:

oops

Water, bananas, and cookies in the passenger seat with keys in the driver seat…of a locked car.

Oops.

So we hiked away. Our mouths watering at the thought of the lemon Oreos we had to leave behind.

8.6 miles later, Kiefer picked me up, brought a spare key, and returned me to my car. I ate warm lemon Oreos the whole way home, and they were delicious.

Then I ate this delicious frozen yogurt from Yogi Castle:

I should have added more sprinkles.

I should have added more sprinkles.

Because after hiking 8.6 miles, you can eat whatever you want without feeling guilty.

Favorite Comments From Last Post:

  • “Nice job cropping all the signature practice so we couldn’t see the hearts you drew on the border.”—1pointperspective
  • “I think you can buy a church to get married in at Costco.”—Omawarisan
  • “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s Costco. You have to buy a 12-pack of churches.”—Laura

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June 18, 2013

Mrs. Appear—Uh—Sutherland

By thoughtsappear

I have a confession to make. My real name isn’t Thoughtsy Appear. GASP! And Kiefer’s real name isn’t Kiefer Sutherland. DOUBLE GASP!

In real life, my last name is 12 letters. 12! That’s long. As a teenager, I dreamed of marrying a man with a short last name, like Smith. Even better: Doe.

In real life, Kiefer’s last name is 7 letters. Not as short as “Doe” but I’m willing to compromise.

Though we’re not married yet, Kiefer and I already put my new last name on something official. Something even bigger than the marriage license. Kiefer and I have already joined the ranks of married couples everywhere…we joined…

Costco.

I can’t breathe. It’s all moving so fast.

As if that wasn’t enough, Kiefer and I went shopping for wedding bands…and the order is under: Thoughtsy Sutherland.

When I signed for it, I totally screwed up:

New Sig

Not only did I start to sign the wrong last name, I pretty much printed the new last name.

To remedy embarrassing moments in the future, I’ve reverted to my 16-year-old self:

Practice

Dammit…I don’t even remember how to write in cursive. By the time I got to the “n,” I was just done. And I hate the cursive “r.” It looks like the pi symbol. I wish it looked like pie instead.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “‘Do zombies poop?’ I can always count on you to ask the important questions, Thoughtsy. Move over, Diane Sawyer.”—Pegoleg

48 comments   |  tags: , , , , , | posted in Marriage

June 17, 2013

The Greatest Cover Up of All Time: Osama Is a Zombie

By thoughtsappear

Do you believe in conspiracies? I believe some. For example, I believe that salmonella is a fake disease made-up by adults, so children won’t eat all of the raw cookie dough. Warm cookies are delicious, too.

Recently, I watched movie about another conspiracy. A more important conspiracy.

Brace yourselves….

Osama Bin Laden is not dead. He is undead. He’s a zombie.

Here’s what I learned from watching the movie Osombie:

  • Don’t go swimming  in the ocean. Osombie will eat you.
  • Some guys hate wearing shirts. It could be snowing, and he’d still say he was too hawt hot to wear a shirt.
  • What do our Warfighters need? They need zombie protection.
  • Soldiers don’t need guns to kill zombies; they need Samurai swords.

That’s all I learned…because I didn’t finish watching the movie.

Wait…I did learn a new song: One little, two little, three little zombies. Shoot them in the head and wipe the brains off me.

And the movie did raise a very interesting question: Do zombies poop?

I don’t know. That’s why I didn’t finish watching the movie. I didn’t want to find out.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I have my attorney put a cupcake clause in every contract. I gained so much weight now I also need a Hoveround clause.”—Pegoleg

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June 13, 2013

Payback’s a…

By thoughtsappear

My dear bloggers, although I only made you wait one day for the answer to Kiefer’s proposal, I made Kiefer wait a few weeks. During those weeks, we had conversations like this:

Thoughtsy: I’m still shocked that you actually proposed.

Kiefer: Did you like it? I wrote it down. And then I memorized it. Mem-o-riz-ed it.

Thoughtsy: Can I have the written version? For the blog. Maybe you could sign it, too. So it would be like a contract. Let’s add in a cupcake clause. Also…I’m going to need you to propose again.

Kiefer: I’ll propose to you every day if you want.

Thoughtsy: Do I get 4+ years to decide?

Kiefer: What are you talking about? I’ve wanted to get married this whole time. You’ve been the hold up.

Thoughtsy: ::the “excuse-me” eyebrow raise:: Not. Funny.

Kiefer: Fine. But can we get married now? Now? What about now?

Thoughtsy: Every time you ask, I’m making you wait an extra month.

Kiefer: Well played, Thoughtsy. Well played.

Favorite Comments From Last Post:

  • “RING RING I SPOT A RING IN THAT FIRST PICTURE! And a cupcakes…I see an amazing looking cupcake…and a skinny looking hot lady!! Happy Birthday month! I would make you cupcakes if I lived closer.”—Brittany
  • “I’m surprised the cupcake didn’t go up in flames after all those key-lime mart…ummm…after dinner.”—Cooper

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June 12, 2013

Are You a Giver or a Taker?

By thoughtsappear

It’s my birthday month! That’s right. Birthday month.

This year I’ve decided to take whole month. Mainly because Kiefer will be on travel on my actual birthday day. (Is “birthday day” redundant? I don’t care. I’m going with it.)

To kickoff my birthday month, I met Misty for key lime pie martinis dinner. And she gave me gifts. Because that’s what she does. She’s a giver.

She gave me this birthday cupcake!

You know I "accidentally" spit all over this, so Misty wouldn't want a bite.

You know I “accidentally” spit all over this, so Misty wouldn’t want a bite.

Because she’s a giver, she also gave me the Trifecta: Smores-Flavored Vodka, Pop-Tarts, and Oreos.

You know who is the opposite of Misty?

Esme Kitty. Esme is a taker. Esme took my marshmallows.

mallows

Not only did she take my mallows, she didn’t even close the bag.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Welcome to the house of testosterone.”—Omawarisan

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