April 18, 2006

In the Bedroom

I have a special gift for being incredibly specific and yet impossibly vague. When I write, it is about everything and nothing--a bajillion details that together amount to an amorphous mass of colorful yet diaphanous fog. Eh, what can you do? This is, after all, just a blog and not an autobiography.

I type this as I lay (lie?) in bed feeling slightly barfy after eating what I hope was not an infected burrito. Remaining horizontal for the last two hours, plus talking with my mom, has made a bit of a difference. Settled the monkeys (monkies? monkees?) for now.

While I was on the phone with my mom, Simon was next to me on the phone with his, reading to her from this here website and (hopefully) trying to convince her that agirlandaboy.com is not the conduit by which her future grandchildren will be abducted and held ransom by an internet psycho stalker. Note: I've got tabs on you all, I do, and my boyfriend will turn you into hamburger if you try any funny business.

I, talking to my mom, mostly discussed which subsets of our extended family are the strangest and which, by that measure, we want to subject Simon to when we visit Salt Lake for Pioneer Day. Scylla to the left of him, Charybdis to the right, there he is, stuck in the middle, poor boy.

There was no particular point to this entry; I was just passing the time while the Bringer of the Kibble was taking a post-biking, pre-bed shower, and now he's fresh and clean and sweet-smelling and stretched out beside me saying things like "you have such soft skin" and "my mom likes your dimples," so what the hell am I still doing talking to you people? I must go sully him.

One thing before I forget, because I have to put it in writing or else it's not official. There's a new rule in our house: No bikes in the bedroom. Living room, kitchen, breakfast nook, fine, but not in the bedroom. I can't compete with the sleek lines and smooth handling of a KHS with new components and a fresh head fork. This boudoir ain't big enough for the both of us.

Goodnight, all. Sleep well.

Posted by Leah at April 18, 2006 11:42 PM
Comments

it's been a while since my friend schooled me in this but if i remember correctly, you lie down. . . "lay" is used for things like "you lay down the hanson cd". . . i think. . . but then again, look at the way i write, what the hell do i know about grammar?. . .

Posted by: bloopy at April 19, 2006 05:40 AM

My best to Simon on his upcoming interrogation. Salt Lake isn't ANYthing like Abu Ghraib. So, you know, he should weather it okay.

Posted by: Tammy at April 19, 2006 10:28 AM

Yeah, I used to keep my bike in my bedroom when I lived in a little apartment all by myself. When I rented a house, it moved to the "dining area" whatever that is. After I got married, it was suddenly relegated to the garage. And the framed picture of a red 1955 Mercedes 300SL gullwing was no longer allowed above the couch (it's now at my office).

I love the phrase from the egg-pictured post below ... "living the content." We all do that, but it's also nice to share once in a while. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: Texas T-bone at April 20, 2006 06:06 AM

I have a hard time talking on the phone when the person next to me is having a separate phone conversation. Am I strange?

Posted by: jennie at April 20, 2006 08:49 AM

I had my finger in my ear.

Posted by: Leah at April 20, 2006 10:23 AM

Jennie,

I also found it a bit rough - I wanted to hear what Sweet Leah was saying to her mom. I had o concentrate hard. However, I have been practicing that concentration game recently. I am learning how to do stuff while the tv is on. That is a new one for me, and it is very difficult, but I'm getting there.

-Simon

Posted by: Simon at April 20, 2006 11:14 AM

i honestly believe that multi-tasking was "invented" to explain why people weren't getting crap done. i cannot do two things at once and be expected to accomplish anything.

Posted by: jeorg at April 20, 2006 12:57 PM