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Hiya friends, welcome back. I am going to be playing Division 2 today, so no blog post. We will be back to our regularly scheduled programming next week. Until next time…

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10 Happy Things

happinessHiya friends, welcome back. Lately, with my life being really hectic (between school, work, and everything else), all of this can really ratchet the anxiety up, let’s just say panic attacks are happening at least three times a week.

With all the craziness going on, I thought it would be nice to take some time out today, and write about 10 things that make me happy. If for nothing else, it might give me something to look back on when everything gets overwhelming. Okay, we’re jumping in…here are my 10 happy things in no particular order, enjoy.

  1. Hobbs

Well, this one is obvious. I mean, I wouldn’t have married him if he didn’t make me happy. I’m not gonna lie, there are times when I could smother him with kisses. Then there are times when smothering him with a pillow sounds pretty hoofin great (he snores…A LOT, and a pillow is a weapon of opportunity). In all honesty, the jackass can make me laugh like no other, and if there is one surefire way to my icy heart, it’s definitely humor.

  1. The Furry Overlord and his Spunky Sidekick

This clearly means Marley and Spencer (take a guess which one is which). I consider these two wack jobs my babies, and boy do they freakin take advantage of that. Spencer only eats food Mom (that’s me) cooks, spoiled little shit. Marley, on the other hand, eats a diabetic friendly food that costs $48 for six damn pounds. If they didn’t make me happy I certainly would complain more than I do about those things.

  1. My Family

A bunch of loud mouth, cussing hooligans, and I wouldn’t have them any other way. We are very Italian, being loud and well fed is just part of the package. The best part about them is that I know all I have to do is call and someone will show up. Those people taught me how to fight and love with reckless abandon. They’re crazy and can definitely be a fucking handful but they’re my kinda crazy.

  1. My Friends

Ever met people that you are sure you were meant to be friends with? Those people that you know are meant to be in your life, but could definitely not be blood related because that’s just a recipe for disaster. Yeah, those would be my friends. I don’t have very many, but the ones I do have are one in a fucking million. Lucky me for finding them.

  1. Reading/Writing

Two things that save my sanity when reality gets to be too much (which happens more often than I’d care to admit). I was about 3 when I learned to read, and I haven’t looked back since. Writing followed quickly after, and I was sold. Now I could create my own worlds to disappear into, sign me the hell up. Without these two things, I don’t think I’d really be me, and that makes me really happy.

  1. Baking

I’m basically Betty Crocker, people. The weirdest thing about this one is…I bake all the things and yet I eat none of them. That’s not completely true, I’ll eat one of everything I bake, but I’m happier when I share it. I think it’s my Italian side that I just love to feed people. Food is easily one of my love languages, and I use it often.

  1. British Television

Oh, how I love British TV. I can honestly be in the shittest mood ever, turn on something where everyone has an accent and I’m instantly happy. Also, it makes me really happy that they can say anything, show anything, and do anything on television. Don’t believe me…watch Embarrassing Bodies on Netflix, you won’t regret it. It is an experience, and it is so worth it.

  1. Harry Potter

If you know me and you knew this would be on the list. I am a Potterhead. Yes, I know that makes me a geek, but seriously I will fight over my fandoms (especially HP) and I’m not even ashamed of that fact. My anxiety can be a raging asshole, and he will come for me hard fuckin core, but the second Hedwig’s Theme plays, or I crack open the book…he sits down and shuts the fuck up. It is the one and the only thing in my life that works consistently, every time.

  1. Russell Howard

See, in number one I said that the quickest way to my Elsa heart (Frozen joke) is by making me laugh. Russell Howard never fails to do that. It’s so bad that lines from his stand-up come out of my mouth whenever they are situationally appropriate, and sometimes when they’re not. If you’ve never seen a Russell Howard stand-up there is one on Netflix, called Recalibrate. Or, if you don’t have Netflix, I suggest searching Russell Howard on YouTube.

  1. The New House

Buy a house, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. What they don’t tell you, is fun is only there like 50% of the time. The other 50 is full of leaking faucets, yard work, and a toilet that loves to run. A silver lining, I’ve learned how to fix a running toilet, and stop a faucet from leaking. It is fun, and it’s nice to finally have that permanent home base, or HQ as we call it. This is our place, our little corner of the world. The place where we will love and fight, raise babies in and send kids off to college from. If I had a hat, I’d hang it on the wall, because this is where we belong.

There ya have it. 10 things that make me happy. It’s a nice list if I do say so myself. A perfect reminder on the days when shit gets too hard. I’m smiling already. Until next time…

Talk to Me in Korean (just kidding)

친구가 안녕하세요, welcome back. Just judging by the context, you should be able to figure out what that says. In case you can’t, it says: “Hello friend.”

KoreanFor the past couple of months, I have been learning some Korean (like I don’t already have enough going on). All blame on this goes to Tiff. She started learning it, and would randomly text me words she’d been learning and I got annoyed that I couldn’t understand her…so bada-bing-bada-boom…here we are.

Do I, as they say, have a head for languages? Nope, I certainly do not! I’m pretty good at swearing in Italian (vaffanculo is my personal favorite). I even speak rudimentary French (ask me my favorite animal and I will tell you un phoque). Are you starting to see a theme? As my dad says, I employ very colorful language.

(If you’re playing the home game, you just learned how to say “go fuck yourself” in Italian, and seal in French. You’re welcome.)

I do enjoy listening to people speak in other languages, which probably explains my penchant for K-pop at the moment. I’m also a sucker for a good accent. In case you’re wondering, British, is my favorite, followed in close second by Scottish (James McAvoy, anyone). Neither of these things plays a role in my need to learn Korean, that boils down to two things:

1. I wanna know what the songs are saying.

2. I’m sick of not being able to understand what Tiff is showing me!

You might be asking yourself, ‘Biblio, what are you using on your quest to speak Korean?’

Well, I’ll tell you, my friends.

Talk To Me In Korean books are incredible (check them out here). Seriously, I bought the first level text TTMIK Book.jpgand workbook, plus the Hangul workbook, and it’s actually made learning the language fun and interesting. Granted the illustrations have caused me to gigglesnort more than once, but maybe that adds to the experience.

Then there are the apps. I downloaded Lingodeer on Tiff’s recommendations and couldn’t be happier with it. It basically breaks down the language by category, so you start out with the alphabet and progress gradually from there. There are periodic tests and it’s always reviewing things you previously learned throughout the lesson. I’d highly recommend it. If a more regimented structure isn’t your cuppa, feel free to check out Duolingo. It’s a bit different in its setup but basically, you’ll learn the same things. The best part about both is they’re free to download (I love a good freebie). Lingodeer does have a membership option as well, but I haven’t tried it yet. You can bet if I do, I’ll let you know how I get on.

So, that is the story of my decision to learn a new language. I’m down to hear if you have any suggestions to help. Until next time…

The Day the World Tilted

Hiya friends, welcome back. Have you ever had a week where you just felt like the universe was laughing at you? I swear, this is the perfect way to sum up the week I’ve had.

To be fair, the week started out perfectly normal. Sunday was Hobbs’ birthday, so we had a friend over for dinner and just had a laid-back night. The next couple of days were full of homework and work – again, perfectly normal.

Then Thursday happened.

Dizzy Panda.jpgI woke up and the world TILTED. Seriously, I sat up everything went wonky. My first thought was that I’d just gotten up too fast, no big deal, it’s happened before and it usually just goes away. When it didn’t pass, my next thought was a panic attack (dizziness or lightheadedness tends to be a big indicator for me). Again, no dice.

Now, I really was panicking by this point and texted Hobbs asking him to come home. He did, bless that man, he’s too good. Needless to say, we ended up at the Urgent Care in our town. The wait was excruciating; every time I moved my head – in any fucking direction – I felt like I was going to puke.

Finally got into a room to see the doctor, and after a few minutes she had me diagnosed; Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo. Let me tell you, it SUCKS! Apparently, while listening to me breathe the doc heard some palpitations, andPale.jpg she was also worried about anemia because I was pale. So, they also did an EKG and blood work. I ended up having to take Thursday and Friday off of work. Driving was not an option.

*EDIT – I do not have anemia and they aren’t too worried about the palpitations right now.*

I will say I was proud as hell of myself for keeping my shit together during all this. I had my anxiety and panic locked the fuck down during the doctor’s visit, and that was a massive win for me! Fun fact: I did have a breakdown the other day over all of this, but we’ll talk about that in another post.

I’m feeling better today, so thank the universe for small miracles. Now it’s time to go back to homework, and preparing for my birthday this Friday. (Side Note: we’re not actually doing anything for my birthday). Until next time…

A Biblio and Hobbs Collaboration

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Hiya friends, welcome back. Well, this is quite the different post for us over here at the Hobbs/Biblio household. Big things have been decided and at first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to share. To be honest, it’s a little scary putting myself out there with stuff like this, especially when it’s unknown stuff, and I have no guarantee what the outcome will be. Let’s just say the anxiety is at DEFCON 1. (Time out for a nerd moment…most people think DEFCON 5 is the baddie, but it’s not, 1 is way worse. Just a heads up, okay back to the regularly scheduled programming.) I guess there is really only one way to do this. Screw it, I’m jumping in with both feet but I’m gonna plug my nose, I’m crazy but I’m not reckless.

Hobbs and I have decided, after many years of just having furbabies, that it’s time to add a tiny human to the mix. (Inside I’m screaming, a little mcaptain hook.jpgix of terror and excitement never killed anyone, right?) I mean, we’ve been married 8 years this coming August, and I think we always knew we wanted a family, we’ve just never been sure it was the right time. I say we, but let’s be honest, I’ve been Captain Hook-ing my way through life for a few years now. TICK TOCK. I definitely just pictured a tiny baby croc crawling after me holding a clock, cute and terrifying.

Needless to say, the conversation happened and it was a little awkward, which is weird and almost very normal for us. Let me give you a little snapshot of it.

Me: Hey, ummmm, let’s talk about something, kay?

Hobbs: Ooooookay, should I be worried?

Me: Nah, I mean, it’s not like I’m gonna tell you I plan to kill you. We’ve talked about this, orange is not a good color on pale girls like me.

Hobbs: Not helping, but sure talk. I’m all ears.

Me: IWANTABABYANDIKNOWYOUSAIDWESHOULDWAITBUTHONESTLYFIRSTCOMESLOVETHENCOMESMARRIAGETHENCOMESABABYINABABYCARRIAGE….I want my baby carriage…dammit.

Hobbs: Ohhhhh, it’s a good thing I speak you freaking out fluently, huh? I actually understood all that. *nervous laughter*

Me: That’s what you wanna say? On second thought, I might be able to pull off orange.

Hobbs: No, calm down, no need to get homicidal. I’m in. When do we start?

(Side Note: I’d NEVER actually kill my husband. It’s a running joke, we also joke about divorcing each other over dishes, laundry, and pretty much any household chore. Oh, and his snoring is another one. The running joke is every morning we are each at 0% divorceable, by the time we get to bed we’re usually at about 85%. It zeroes out every morning so…yeah….I digress)

Got a little off topic there, back to the tiny humans. So, we’re starting and I couldn’t be more excited, or fucking anxious. This is a huge step, but (sap alert) I couldn’t have picked a cooler guy to have my weird little bespectacled babies with. I’m convinced he’s gonna make them little bass playing babies, and I’m alright with that. I could totally go to some gigs and shout “That’s my baby.” Whereas, he’s convinced I’m going to pray they get a Hogwarts letter at 11, just so I can go to parents weekend in Hogsmeade. (He’s not totally wrong here) He wants a Jedi and I want a Wizard, either way, I know we’re having a geek, and I am VERY okay with that.

watermelonLet’s talk about my fears for a sec. I’ve heard some stories, people. Hobbs always tells me he had a big ole head when he was born, and I’m completely fine with not feeling that pain. Is it bad to say I hope our maybe baby takes after me in that aspect? My head was normal sized, or so I’ve been told. I mean, he definitely grew into his, but jeez people, I’ve seen the pictures, it was like a melon on a wrinkly little body. (Before I get skewered for this…he was adorable as all hell, but I mean, I can only imagine the pain) Okay, next fear: the whole unknown of this is huge for me. The idea that this might not work is a serious thing that makes me freak out a little bit, on the inside.

Okay, enough of the worry, this is a happy moment. We’re gonna make a baby. *claps and dances* It’s exciting and anxiety inducing all at the same time, and I’m alright with that. It’s also got us into some rather interesting situations already, the poor lady at CVS, her face was priceless when we set down prenatal vitamins (we’ve read they help with conception…see we’re researching, we must mean business) and Vaseline. It sounds like the set up to a dirty joke. Honestly, vaseline.jpgthe Vaseline was for the cat, which doesn’t sound much better…fuckkkk. (I’ll explain about the cat in another post, it’s a big thing and it’ll make sense then) Our life is already like a series of awkward situations, let’s add a kid and really shake things up.

This is just the start of the journey and I’m gonna bring you along with me. As Hobbs says, now comes the fun part…he’s a dude, and he’s gross, don’t mind him. If you ladies out there have ANY tips you wanna share, I’d love to hear them. I’m not really a gambler, but I’m a firm believer in stacking the deck, if you can help I’d love that. I’ll keep you updated. Until next time…

BANG, BANG, BANG

Hiya friends, welcome back to my adorable and random little corner of the internet. I have a problem, and we need to talk about it. K-pop! I am hoofin addicted and I’m not even mad. I completely blame this recent addiction on Tiff (you can follow her here…go tell her I sent you and remind her that this is all her fault).

 

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Psy says, “You know you dance like a fool to my song. Welcome to k-pop!”

 

Let’s start from the beginning with this. Tiff and I have been swapping music back and forth for a little while now, and she constantly sends me random Korean pop music videos, everything from MBLAQ to Shinee. Not gonna lie, every video she sent me was incredible – the level of creativity and work that goes into them is just unmatched. One night she sends me this video and as usual, I watch it. Little did I know this was the beginning of the end. The video was the “SEXIEST K-POP BOY GROUP MUSIC VIDEOS (NSFW)”, and I spotted Big Bang with a half-naked Taeyang and some backup dancers. Next thing I knew it was 3AM and I was crawling out of a YouTube black hole laden with Big Bang MV’s (music videos), I had drank the kool-aid and I was officially a fan.

This newfound love has led me to knowledge I never knew I needed. Firstly, Big Bang is known as the gateway drug when it comes to K-pop, with good fucking reason. There is also a reason they are called the “Kings of K-pop.” Honestly, their music videos are insane! It doesn’t even matter that I don’t speak the language, I get the meaning. Not to mention, I could watch them dance all day. ALL. FUCKING. DAY. And, I have.

TaeyangBack to the knowledge thing, do you know what a bias is? I do. Let me fill you in. Your bias is your favorite member of a group. When this all began my bias was firmly rooted in Taeyang. Honestly, so hot, and he absolutely hates shirts, again for a good reason. I mean, I’d hate shirts if I looked like that underneath, too.

How about a bias wrecker? For me, that would be GD. A bias wrecker is the member of a group who very literally ruins your original bias, the one who makes you question your original fav. There I was all happy in my stanning of Taeyang, and out of nowhere comes GD with his damn seaweed bangs, ruining everything. Another YouTube black hole later, and I had found my ultimate bias. I can hear you asking what that is. I’ll explain. GD is the top of my ultimate bias list, GDmeaning he’s the King, he reigns supreme, and I’m but a lowly servant of Stanville. (On second thought, I wanna be the Mayor of Stanville, set your sights high, Chingudeul.)

Why do I need to know this stuff? The correct answer is that I don’t, but I’m honestly not complaining. I actually enjoy the music, and like I said, the videos are crazy impressive. Not to mention, I can listen to the songs and not get distracted by dissecting every little lyric. (Notice I said songs and not videos, the videos are very distracting, with all the gyrating men and bright colors.)

So, I found this damn thing on the interwebs and I’ve decided to answer the questions in this post. It’ll give you insight into my love for this damn group. I’d also invite all the K-pop fans out there to answer the questions in the comments below, as I’m on the hunt for new groups.

Who is your ultimate bias group?

Obviously, my Ultimate Bias Group is Big Bang.

What is your favorite song?

Picking my favorite song is difficult because I genuinely love all of them, but if I had to pick I think it would be “If You.” I figure a lot of people would pick faster songs, but this is so good.

Favorite music video?

Hands down favorite music video is a tie between “Bae, Bae” and “Love Song.” One is so colorful and in your face, while the other is very muted and understated.

Favorite concept?

My favorite concept is definitely from “Fantastic Baby.” I love the idea of this “Anti-music” movement and the group is sort of fighting against that. The final scene is the five members sitting on thrones, sort of showing their place in the genre. (At least, that’s how I see it.)

If you had to pick a song that you don’t like, what would it be and why?

This is just as hard as a favorite because I like all their songs. I’m gonna go with “Last Dance,” only because it bums me the hoof out.

Who is your bias in the group?

I’ve already covered this: Taeyang. He’s just very…everything. His voice and aversion to shirts doesn’t hurt.

Who is your bias list wrecker?

Again, GD. He sneaks up on ya, at least he did on me. All seaweed bangs, and crazy outfits…I was very unsuspecting. His talent is also very attractive.

Pick your favorite photo of the group and explain why?

BigBang Funny.jpgI adore this picture, simply because you have them all kind of doing what they do best. GD pulling a silly face, TOP giving those bedroom eyes, Seungri looks like he’s talking, Taeyang looks cool, and Daesung is smiling that smile. It’s just pretty perfect.

Finally, explain why someone should listen to this group if they haven’t already?

Honestly, if you haven’t listened to any k-pop this is a perfect place to start. Not only are they are very good at what they do, but it’s fun to watch them do it. Plus, once you have listened to all the group’s songs, you can embark on their solo stuff and it’s just as good.

Well, there ya have it my friends. I have a K-pop addiction, and I honestly don’t see it changing any time soon. I hope you guys are having a wonderful week. Until next time…

Quick Before the Hyena Come

 

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Accurate depiction of inside of my brain, also what the title is from.

 

Hiya friends, so I’m being told that I need to write this blog post right hoofin now! Are ya ready? Let’s rap. (Buckle up kids…this is gonna be a ride.)

So, December has been a tunnel month. I can hear you asking, “Biblio…what in great tarnation is a hoofin tunnel week?”

First off, look at you using fancy language. Of course, I’ll answer your question, my little chingus (definitely not how to make that word plural, but we are going with it). [EDIT: the plural of one chingu is apparently chingudeul *five points to you if you know the language, post on that coming soon*] Tunnel times are essentially when the Asshole throws a fucking house party in my brain and invites all his asshole friends. They come in with their ice luge and start doing keg stands, breaking all the priceless ashtrays I made in kindergarten (side note: why were we allowed to make fucking ashtrays???). I am plunged into infinite darkness, and I can’t really see any sign of light at the end…is my tunnel metaphor making sense now? I’m basically cruising through said tunnel and who knows how long I’m gonna be there. I live here now, forward my mail.

For those wanting to send me something, the address is:

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123 Tunnel Way

Assholeville, AH 91119

Accepting all baked goods and who knows maybe my Harry Potter acceptance letter will finally find me.

This is a shitshow already…but I did warn you. I’m like Shrek, okay? I’m a hoofin onion, my dudes, and I have layers, just go with it. Lord knows, I am.

Hold on, I’m forgetting something else I was supposed to put in this…gotta ask Hobbs.

 

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You know you said it like the show.

 

Okay, apparently I need to also say that I’ve taken to using the word “beech” in place of “bitch,” and when asked why by Hobbs I answered, “I find the term offensive to female dogs.” This tunnel shit needs to end soon, otherwise, I fear for my marriage. I think he’s starting to realize that under my cool as a cucumber exterior I’m really just a massive weirdo.

I feel like if I post this, I’ll either get a lot of people telling me to lay off the drugs, or

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“Secret, secret, secret, secret tunnel!”

people wondering if this is how I actually act. I’ll answer these currently unasked questions now: I’m not on drugs, I have anxiety people, I’m paranoid enough. Secondly, this is the real me. Awkward, anxious, random and unfiltered…plus books, I mean, what more could you want.

 

Oh, this reminds me of another lovely thing I’ve been doing recently. Y’know how “AF” was a thing…is a thing…I mean, I still do it but that doesn’t really help its cool factor. Well, now there is that whole thing where people are living their best fucking life…I have shortened that to BFL. Though Hobbs thinks it should be BFLB…Best Fuckin Life, Beech! (Merch coming soon! Link in the description below! Okay, I need to stay away from YouTube.)

I think this is enough of the inside of my brain for one day. I really hope you enjoyed this, and remember…BFLB, chingudeul. Until next time…