Medical Terminology

Wow. I am awful at this. But, I warned you, so...

I can't say that it's due to a lull around here, because that's never the case. I'm just bad at keeping up with things. Maybe I should work on that? Anyways, I needed to return to this thing because Sandro had me crying the other day. I wish you could all experience the interchange when it happens because it's just so much better. I had come home to Sandro, still working on his schoolwork, from being out with my sister all day. He was reading short stories for his literature class and I was trying to be a good wife and not distract him. Well...kind of hard to do once he decides to make up his own medical terms to describe his ailments.

Sandro: "Can you get me some water? <holds throat> Uh, my throat! I think I have acid reflexes."
Me: Lying on the floor laughing::basically drooling::and crying.

A few moments later...
Me: "You do know it's not reflexes right?"
Sandro: "What is it?"
Me: "Is it like your knee...can I hit your throat and something will move?"
Sandro: "What is it!?"

Well, he finally figured it out, but; that didn't stop him from complaining about his acid reflexes later that night.

I really do love him so much. He keeps me laughing and I wouldn't want it any other way.

Long Time No See.

So, it's been quite some time since I've filled you in on my most interesting life of living with and being married to a Brazilian. There has definitely been many times of laughter...for we are never short of that. I was searching through my phone to see if I had documented any recent slips of the tongue and I found a few, plus a story!

I'll start with the slips. One night we were watching T.V. (big surprise) and there was something on about those people that you see that look like you, like exactly like you...you know the word. Yeah, well Sandro thought he did, too. He must have come up with every possible solution of the word. Here they are: 'Goggle bangers, Google bangers, Gogglegangers, Gobblegangers...I'm sure there were more. Of course the word was; Dopplegangers. I wonder who mine is?

The other one happened to be about my mother. I don't know exactly what started the conversation but it ended up with him trying to figure out what disability she has. His guesses were: 'Microfialba, MSG, and Microfiosis.' What she really has is, Fibromyalgia.

Now the story is probably one of my favorites. When I was searching through my phone I found a text to myself reminding me about said story. It was almost like a code and at first I was kind of perplexed, but after reading it a few times I figured it out and couldn't stop laughing. The text read: 'cheese for butter pancakes.' At first I thought it might be some weird recipe, or even a grocery list, but then I remembered the morning we went out for breakfast. I ordered pancakes and while I was eating them Sandro began to tell me a story of a pancake experience that he had. He told me that when he made them at home one time, he thought that the little square that restaurants put on top of the pancakes was cheese. So, yes, you guessed it, that's what he put on his. Pour some syrup over that and you're good to go. Cheese for butter pancakes.

I love my husband. He keeps me laughing.

Science? Or...?

It has been quite a while, but I assure you it's not due to the lack of material. Life's been a little crazy, up and down; a little bit of everything. Anyway, I'll catch you up on one of the latest conversations held in this household.

Me: 'Oh, Undercover Boss, you always make me cry.'

Sandro: 'Why? It's such a genetic show.'

Me: 'How? What are you trying to say?'

Sandro: 'It always has the same stories...'

Wait...Genetic?

Me: 'Do you know what that means?'

Sandro: 'Yeah, genetic.'

Me; 'K, keep saying it but it's still not going to be right.'

Now, I could have been the nice wife and just informed him of the meaning of the word, or told him what word he should have been using; however, I just couldn't. Plain and simple. That just takes all the fun out of it.

Then, a few days pass and a similar conversation begins to brew. While driving home from church...

Me: 'That's a nice neighborhood.'

Sandro: 'Mhmmm. Actually, that's too genetic.'

Me: 'Sandro, that's not the right word!!!'

Sandro: 'What is it??? Genetic!!!'

This continues on into the drive thru at Starbucks and I finally decide to clue him in on the word he was looking for. His face showed sincere confusion as I tried to describe that the appropriate word was 'generic' with an 'r.' I asked him if he even knew what genetic meant, and he responded with "Yeah, like too much of the same. Like a profile. Like all the same." So, I mean, he was almost correct. Just had to switch out the t for an r. The way he kept saying generic over and over again almost made it seem like he had never heard of it before. I'm just glad we got that squared away. Don't want him walking around thinking everything is genetic.

I literally just smile at the thought of all the words he's either mispronounced or misused. Not in a 'haha, he's stupid' way, but in a 'haha, he's so cute' way. I could just pinch his cheeks. The ones from which these words spew, by the way.

Short and Sweet.

My husband is really smart. I promise.

The other night we were watching T.V. I'm fairly positive Jeopardy was what we (I) was watching. All I know is that the question had to do with a famous historical quote. My answer was apparently ridiculous because Sandro's facial expression showed astonishment. Then, he decided that he was going to try and school me. Here is the conversation that followed his ego.

Sandro: (insert some witty comment on his historical knowledge)
Me: "I trump you in English, so don't come up on me in History."
Sandro: " No, you don't." (Nice comeback)
Me: "Yes, the English Language, Honey."
Sandro: "Maybe sonics."
Me: "I'm sorry. Explain to me what sonics is again?"
Sandro: "Phonics."

Win.

Happy Anniversary!

So, for those of you who haven't already been informed...I'll fill you in on our little one year anniversary story.

We decided to spend a few days in Hampton Beach. After our dud of a day on Friday with rain the entire day, we were finally able to spend time at the beach on Saturday (our one year anniversary of being married). The weather was gorgeous, but a tad bit too hot for our water. And no, we weren't smart enough to get bring a cooler with ice to keep them cold. However, the water was legit cold enough to numb your body so well that you could have surgery. So; therefore, the ocean became our cooler.

Sandro took the bottles down to the water and sat there while the waves came in. He was there for quite a few minutes until he returned to our spot with a suspicious grin on his face. I asked him why he was smiling like so, but he continued to make his way back to the water. It literally took me less than a minute to realize what had happened. All I needed to do was look down at his hand. And yup, you guessed it, the ring was not there.

While he was sitting in the water, his fingers must have shrunk due to the freezing temperature of the waves rolling in and out, taking his ring along out to sea. What I love about this story is that he figured he could find it after not realizing it was gone until minutes had passed. After laughing about the matter, and snapping pictures for evidence, I figured I'd get up and help him and maybe somehow we'd find it. Without any luck, he finally states: "Well, at least it lasted a year." And believe me, this is a shock considering he's had quite a few episodes of 'Where did my ring go?' over the year. From leaving it at a restaurant to having our downstairs neighbor find it outside...I'm proud of him for holding onto it for a whole year. TO. THE. DATE.

I promise you he'd lose his head if it weren't attached to his body.


Evidence.

The, 'I told you so' Moments

I don't know how long Sandro has been doing it for, but I do know that I have been telling him not to ever since I found out his secret. Is it me, or is it weird to take your phone in the shower to watch videos about science? I don't mean, in the bathroom, on the counter, or on a shelf...but IN the shower! I mean, come on, you're only in there for about 15-20 minutes. Either way, I've been warning him.

So tonight, instead of heading into the bedroom after his shower, he proceeds into the kitchen. Automatically I know what happened. He is so predictable...plus, I've been warning him. After following him, he turns around with an 'I'm not doing anything' look. And to my surprise, (not) he's placing his phone in a bag of rice.

Me: What are you doing?
Sandro: What? My phone just needs to cool off. It's not even really wet.
Me: So you're putting it in rice for fun?
Sandro: As a precaution.

Hey, I gotta give him credit. At least he didn't try to charge it directly after dropping it into the sink like he did last time. He's come a long way.

It's Summahtime!

One of my favorite things to do with Sandro is go out to eat. We love trying new places and try to steer clear of chain restaurants. About 3? months ago we discovered Chad's Chowder House in Somerset. SO good. I suggest anyone in this area to try it if you haven't already.

Any-who, one day on our way to Chad's (yeah, we're close like that), Sandro starts singing to the tune of Sheryl Crow's "All I Wanna Do." First, I am surprised at some of the songs he DOES know, this being one of them. Second, he decided to put a little twist on the lyrics. Because he was so excited about where we were going to eat, this is what he sang..."All I wanna do is eat some clam chowda, and some clam clakes to go with it." And no, that's not a spelling error. He really said clakes, which made it all the more ridiculous.


Another thing I really enjoy doing with my husband is to just relax. (which we do get to do very often). The other day we took our new puppy to the park. While we were laying there, Sandro turns to me, and out of the blue says, "Wait, what do those daffodiddles turn into?" I kid you not I think I started to drool from the amount of laughter that proceeded this question. Once I was able to compose myself I asked him, "Daffodiddles? Explain to me what they are?" He responds, "What do you mean? They're the flowers we took our engagement pictures with." I, for one, do not remember seeing these flowers at the park we were at that day, and two I do not know why he would think that 'daffodiddles' is a real word.

Here's a lovely picture of Sandro and I and some daffodiddles.

love him.