Female dog attacks

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . November 23, 2009 . 4:17PM

Sometimes our friends want to know how Leon and I argue. We generally are both pretty good humored and seem like our relationship is even-flowing. We’re like any other couple in that we have lots of ups and downs. Things aren’t always as flawless as they may seem. I’d like to think that we handle things with a certain finesse, however.

Here’s one example.

In the middle of a disagreement…

Leon: (begins laughing uncontrollably)
Jillian: WHAT?!
Leon: I was just thinking “Maybe if I stay very still she’ll think I’m dead and attack something else.”
Jillian:…
Jillian: …
Jillian: I don’t even know what to say right now
(Later he admits that he thought “It’s not working, run away!”)

Yep. That’s our marriage.

The ice cream truck

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . November 21, 2009 . 4:23PM

I was going through my old journal entries and I found some that I decided Blueshelled.com would be remiss without. That, and I’m pretty lazy and I haven’t been writing enough lately. This one was from September of 2008.

Our life is like a sitcom:

*softly tinkling music in the background while Jillian and Leon watch a movie. Adrian is upstairs*
Jillian (looking up at Leon): I hear the ice cream truck.
Leon: Uh-huh (back to the movie)
…2 seconds later…
Adrian, from upstairs: ICCCCEEEE CRREEEAM TRUCCCCCK! *sounds of crashing and running legs going down stairs, the door flies open and we see a flash of red going out the front door*
Jillian (barely looking up): Give me a second to pull out my money.

Cactus: An unfortunate event

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . November 20, 2009 . 3:22PM

You may have come here expecting a video of someone running crotch first into a cactus. We live in a society conditioned by America’s funniest videos to expect the worst, don’t we? This is bad, but not that bad.

Leon and I have been together almost ten years. About 3 years ago, Leon decided that, due to my brown thumb and my inclination to kill plants while I tried to keep them alive, that he would get me a small cactus. He proudly proclaimed, “Honey, you can never kill this thing!”

When he recovered from the death glare he received, he handed over the little cactus, which was about the size of a small shot glass. I took it from him and watered it when I remembered to do so. I gave it light, when I remembered to do so. And I remembered to move it from our apartment to our new home, when we moved.

The little shot glass sized cactus LOVED the new house. I’ve never seen anything like this. I put it in the window in my kitchen, right next to all the dirty dishes I won’t do, and it flourished. A lot. And it still does. To where it has become this. And this is why I can’t have houseguests. Enjoy.