shhh…. it’s a secret.

We are not exactly gourmet around our house. Part of it is the kid factor, but most of it is simply that by the time we’ve both made it through a day of school, neither one of us has much motivation to cook. Recently we’ve survived by the grace of two grandmas who love to make and/or pick up food for us.

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One of our more brilliant life choices was motivated by this lack of…motivation. (I’m not even motivated enough to find a different word to use there.) And, like many great ideas, it was inspired by a book.

On Friday nights, we order pizza and have a SECRET PIZZA PARTY.

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I know, I know. Ordering pizza on a Friday night is not exactly earth-shattering. But hear me out. As a special treat, we eat our pizza downstairs, while watching some sort of children’s show. (Usually Clifford.) Well, OK, Lydia watches Clifford, and the adults goof around on their phones and generally chillax. The best part is that the decision factor is completely taken out of the equation. This is what we do on Friday nights. No thought required. Aaron calls or texts when he’s leaving school, I order the pizza using the handy “repeat my last order” button in the app, he picks up the pizza (and stops for a bottle of wine on the way), and ta-da! Dinner. Lydia thinks it’s a fantastic treat, and we love not having to muster the energy for a “real” dinner on Friday night. Win-win.

Stay lazy, my friends. Sometimes it actually turns out to be genius.

The Evolution of Dog Nicknames

Hey sisters,

First of all, both for our sake and the sake of the three people who may visit this site regularly, I feel the need to share our “no judgies” policy. In creating this blog, we were very clear that we are all leading fulfilling and busy lives, and while we enjoy blogging, it is one of those things that will get pushed to the back burner in favor of other priorities. So, I’m back after awhile… but no judgies, k? And with that out of the way…

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Our dog Maggie was named Maggie at the shelter.

Takk, however, was named Scuba Steve. We took this as a clear invitation to take him home, if only to change his name to something more respectable. So we went with Takk, the name of our favorite Sigur Ros album and the Icelandic word for ‘thank you.’

Yesterday, as I let Takk in from the backyard, I casually said, “hey Steve.”

Which got me thinking about the weird evolution of dog nicknames.

Maggie, for example, became Maggie May, then Maggie Moo, and eventually Mo Mo.

Other notable names for the world’s sweetest brown dog were Magdalynn, Magdalonious, and Snufflepupagus.

Scuba Steve, since coming home with us in 2009, has gone by (this is an incomplete list):

  • Takk
  • Takk Takk
  • Takk-a-doodle
  • Doodle
  • Doodlebug
  • Buddy
  • Buddy Buddy
  • Handsome
  • Pretty Boy Floyd
  • Turd Ferguson (it’s a funny name)
  • Dingus

Fry’s nickname Frybot became Fryboat after she developed a habit of setting sail in her dog bed at night: it would start the evening right next to our bed, but by morning it would be several feet away. We called the bed her Fry Boat but the name migrated to her and stuck.

The name I really can’t explain is Bickets. I call Fry “Bickets” all the time now. I think it started as a reference to scratching her furry bum and calling it “itchy bickets.” That’s the best explanation I can come up with.

Do you think the Oxford English Dictionary has the etymology for bickets?

Just don’t call me late for dinner,

Abby