Rob and Becki are still earthbound, despite the best efforts of a nasty flu bug.
I don't know about you, but when I'm not feeling tip-top, I am completely antisocial.
(I'm going to put it out there--I'm pretty antisocial in general.)
I don't want to talk to anyone, or see anyone, or do anything to encourage anyone to be around me. Maybe it's a primal instinct to keep my germs to myself? Or maybe I'm just cranky and don't feel like taking a shower.
Today, I watched a movie about Yosemite National Park on Netflix, since I was determined not to leave the confines of my bedroom until my voice stopped sounding like the lovechild of Bea Arthur and Darth Vader. I'm a total documentary junkie--I like nature documentaries, as long as cute animals don't die. I like political documentaries, as long as they don't piss me off too much. I like nerdy documentaries, unless...well, I like all nerdy documentaries. And historical documentaries. Also, documentaries about places I've never been. And documentaries about people, especially people who do weird things. DO YOU WANT TO GET IN MY PANTS YET? I thought so.
I went out for some Malaysian cuisine with a pal of mine last night, and we ordered pearl noodles. Do you know what those are? They are noodles that are shaped exactly like worms. Big, fat, delicious noodle-worms. I'm not sure I can bring myself to eat the leftovers. I feel like that should have been on the menu somwhere. Like, "*=Spicy. **=Contains Eggs. ***=Bears Uncanny Resemblance to Larvae."
Anyway, buyer beware.
Back to the documentaries! ::coughcough::
RobandBECKI
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Dating is Easy and Fun. Let Us Show You How!
We (finally, we know, we know) took our second "Win a Date with Rob and Becki" winner out today! Carl chose Lulu's noodles as his dining destination, and we very much enjoyed eating noodles and discussing profound topics of the day. Thank you, Carl, for a terrific date!
Rob is still sick, as you can plainly see from the pathetic face he's wearing in today's pictures. He's complaining of a sore and swollen throat, he's got a deep and chesty cough, and he's being kind of a jerk in general. The last part's probably just part of him being a crotchety old man...but anyone out there have any home remedies he could try? I told him that he probably has the ebola virus, and that he should just go ahead and give me all of his furniture. Maybe he should try Mucinex first, though, before hiring a U-Haul.
There was a rather apocalyptic thunderstorm while we were out and about today--here in Pittsburgh, The World's Most Overcast Place to Live (I made that up), we've had day after day of rain, thunderstorms, and general cloudiness. Enough is enough. Let's make giant fans to blow the clouds aside. That seems like the only logical solution.
That's it from Rob and Beckiville. Buckle up for safety!
RobandBECKI
(Seriously, Rob will eventually write here. He's just sick right now. Don't give up on him.)
Rob is still sick, as you can plainly see from the pathetic face he's wearing in today's pictures. He's complaining of a sore and swollen throat, he's got a deep and chesty cough, and he's being kind of a jerk in general. The last part's probably just part of him being a crotchety old man...but anyone out there have any home remedies he could try? I told him that he probably has the ebola virus, and that he should just go ahead and give me all of his furniture. Maybe he should try Mucinex first, though, before hiring a U-Haul.
There was a rather apocalyptic thunderstorm while we were out and about today--here in Pittsburgh, The World's Most Overcast Place to Live (I made that up), we've had day after day of rain, thunderstorms, and general cloudiness. Enough is enough. Let's make giant fans to blow the clouds aside. That seems like the only logical solution.
That's it from Rob and Beckiville. Buckle up for safety!
RobandBECKI
(Seriously, Rob will eventually write here. He's just sick right now. Don't give up on him.)
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Give Me a Hand.
As you may know (or may not know, depending on your skills in the stalking department), I work as a freelance musician/actor/director/teacher around the western PA area. This involves a lot of networking, gigging, and random acts of theatrics for the occasional paycheck.
It also involves a LOT of quality time in my vehicle.
Today, I had to go downtown (I hate downtown...hate it. I like parking lots and friendly, accommodating pedestrians.) for a meeting, which was stressful. And my printer doesn't work, which is also stressful when trying to...well, print. I was running late due to lack of printer, and when I ran out of my house umbrella-less (in a rare moment of non-downpour--what is this? Forks, Washington??), I thought...I should definitely run back and get my umbrella...no, no. I'm sure I'll be fine.
Suffice it to say, it was really, really rainy. But that is not the point of this little story.
I was doing my hair and makeup in my car, as per usual. I have these two little curly bobby-pins that hold my hair into a teeny little side bun just perfectly. I love them. They are my standby on bad hair days (like today). However, when rounding a curve in great haste...they rolled (in slow motion) from the passenger seat into the abyss.
Frantically, I reached in between the seat and the emergency brake to attempt to reach the precious bobby-pins--with visions of frizzed out homeless-person-hair clouding my judgement--and after nearly dislocating my wrist in the fruitless search, I gave up.
But my hand...my hand! It was stuck. Like, really stuck. Like, the time I got my hand stuck after dislodging a paper jam in the copier while student teaching, and couldn't get it out and had to wait for 20 minutes until I was found in a weeping, toner-covered heap by the gym teacher.
I thought, "I'll have to call and tell them I'm running late, so I can pull over and get my hand out. But I can't call them while I am driving, because I only have one hand! How am I supposed to parallel park??! I'm going to die in this car today with one hand lodged in a seat cushion!! I've never given birth, never been to Paris, never met George Clooney! My life is wasted, and now it's over because of a bobby pin!" I'm not going to admit to crying about this, but there were tears on standby, making ready in case the situation called for them. With little regard for the recently-applied mascara, I was about to turn on the waterworks and lament my fate as a car-cushion-handed freak.
In a moment of resilience and fortitude (which happened to be at the next red light), I got the brilliant idea to pull the lever and shift the seat back.
Poof! Cue the "Hallelujah Chorus!" Jazz hands (plural)!
Moral of the story: Be careful out there.
RobandBECKI
It also involves a LOT of quality time in my vehicle.
Today, I had to go downtown (I hate downtown...hate it. I like parking lots and friendly, accommodating pedestrians.) for a meeting, which was stressful. And my printer doesn't work, which is also stressful when trying to...well, print. I was running late due to lack of printer, and when I ran out of my house umbrella-less (in a rare moment of non-downpour--what is this? Forks, Washington??), I thought...I should definitely run back and get my umbrella...no, no. I'm sure I'll be fine.
Suffice it to say, it was really, really rainy. But that is not the point of this little story.
I was doing my hair and makeup in my car, as per usual. I have these two little curly bobby-pins that hold my hair into a teeny little side bun just perfectly. I love them. They are my standby on bad hair days (like today). However, when rounding a curve in great haste...they rolled (in slow motion) from the passenger seat into the abyss.
Frantically, I reached in between the seat and the emergency brake to attempt to reach the precious bobby-pins--with visions of frizzed out homeless-person-hair clouding my judgement--and after nearly dislocating my wrist in the fruitless search, I gave up.
But my hand...my hand! It was stuck. Like, really stuck. Like, the time I got my hand stuck after dislodging a paper jam in the copier while student teaching, and couldn't get it out and had to wait for 20 minutes until I was found in a weeping, toner-covered heap by the gym teacher.
I thought, "I'll have to call and tell them I'm running late, so I can pull over and get my hand out. But I can't call them while I am driving, because I only have one hand! How am I supposed to parallel park??! I'm going to die in this car today with one hand lodged in a seat cushion!! I've never given birth, never been to Paris, never met George Clooney! My life is wasted, and now it's over because of a bobby pin!" I'm not going to admit to crying about this, but there were tears on standby, making ready in case the situation called for them. With little regard for the recently-applied mascara, I was about to turn on the waterworks and lament my fate as a car-cushion-handed freak.
In a moment of resilience and fortitude (which happened to be at the next red light), I got the brilliant idea to pull the lever and shift the seat back.
Poof! Cue the "Hallelujah Chorus!" Jazz hands (plural)!
Moral of the story: Be careful out there.
RobandBECKI
Monday, May 16, 2011
Where the Crap are Rob and Becki?
Howdy, Y'all!
Rob and I hung out tonight and had a very typical Rob and Becki evening--we ate Chinese food and watched HGTV. Rob LOVES HGTV. Like, if it was a dude, he would move to New Hampshire and enter into a civil union with it. I, on the other hand, get really irritated with television in general. Not my thing. I yell at stupid people, and complain about their stupid choices. I do not find this relaxing. I'm sure that Rob is not really that excited about watching HGTV with me, but his love for HGTV is greater than his distaste for my complaining.
We did not film a new episode tonight, because Rob iswhiny sick. He's currently starring in a delightful production of Ken Ludwig's "Leading Ladies" at Stage 62 in Carnegie. He wears a dress...several dresses, actually. He bears an uncanny resemblance to Miss Piggy. He's sooooo pretty. And as I said, he's sick. Sorry, Adoring Public. You will have to wait.
Thanks to all of you who have shown us some lovin', just for reading stuff from the internet. We'll do our best to keep the hilarity coming.
--robandBECKI
Rob and I hung out tonight and had a very typical Rob and Becki evening--we ate Chinese food and watched HGTV. Rob LOVES HGTV. Like, if it was a dude, he would move to New Hampshire and enter into a civil union with it. I, on the other hand, get really irritated with television in general. Not my thing. I yell at stupid people, and complain about their stupid choices. I do not find this relaxing. I'm sure that Rob is not really that excited about watching HGTV with me, but his love for HGTV is greater than his distaste for my complaining.
We did not film a new episode tonight, because Rob is
Thanks to all of you who have shown us some lovin', just for reading stuff from the internet. We'll do our best to keep the hilarity coming.
--robandBECKI
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Knowing how difficult it is to satisfy your Rob and Becki cravings when we're too dang busy to get together and film anything, we'll regularly post observations and hilarity from our lives here.
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We thought so.
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Rob and Becki
Knowing how difficult it is to satisfy your Rob and Becki cravings when we're too dang busy to get together and film anything, we'll regularly post observations and hilarity from our lives here.
Are you excited to join us as we blog? WELL, ARE YOU?
We thought so.
Yay!
Rob and Becki
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