My surname is Peterson (just in case you didn't know), and most of my family members (including myself for a short time before Kp became, quite frankly, cooler) have used "Pete" as a nickname. Thus, I have resolved that our next puppy will be named Pete. It rounds everything out nicely, and it kind of "goes" with the names Bubba and Mac, right? Right.
Last night, Fiance and I were chatting as we were waiting in the checkout line at the pet store (Mac needed Mac food), and the following conversation took place:
Fiance: Well, looks like you're going to have your Pete sooner than expected!
Kp: [thought process: We are in a pet store. He is totally gonna buy me a puppy. OMIGOSH SQUEE] Yeah?
Fiance: Yep, in just 8-10 weeks
Kp: [thought process: You can't get a puppy until it's 8-10 weeks old. TOTALLY GETTING A PUPPY.] YEAH?!
Fiance: Yeah, that's what the contest terms said for shipping, right?
Kp: [thought process: I have just caught on. We are not getting a puppy. No puppies for Kp.] We are not naming the Roomba Pete. And you have just ruined my world.
Kp: Don't talk to me.
Here's the sitch: Roombas. Have you heard of them? They are a tiny, circular machines made by the iRobot corporation which can vacuum your house for you at the simple press of a button. Cats apparently like to ride them. Also: We want one.
Fiance really likes robots, I really like clean houses. It seemed like a no brainer for the top of our wedding registry. (number 2 on the list? The Scooba, which will MOP your floor. *drool*)
Then a few weeks ago, the iRobot corporation announced a dance contest to see who could "out-robot the Roomba."
If you did not immediately leap to the conclusion that we dressed our dog up in tin-foil to look like a robot, while making him dance to the Roomba theme-song, then you haven't been reading this blog long enough.
This is my favorite. The "I just want you to be happy, mom." Face.
Easily confused with the "I just hope this ends in cookies, mom" Face.
Wanna hear something really, really, flipping cool? WE KINDA WON.
Or more specifically, Mac, Aka the Roo-Bug K-9000, won. We are ecstatic.
We were a bit fuzzy on the details originally, but the contest is still going on. Here's what we know:
- We're one of the 20 finalists.
- Which means we have ALREADY WON a free Roomba (yay!)
- NOW, the contest changes from a judging panel that choose the top 20, to inviting people to vote for their favorites.
- The top three vote-receivers get a trophy of some kind.
- Fiance REALLY, really wants a Roomba trophy.
- YOU can totally help Fiance realize his wildest dreams.
1. Please go to this link to visit the contest submissions:
2. Click the "skip" button in between the two "vs" videos until you see a thumbnail of our Dancin' Doggy pop up.
3. Click on Mac to watch him shake his groove thing.
4. Click the "Choose" button below Mac to vote for him.
5. Lather, rinse, Repeat. As many times as you like, until the 29th of May.
6. Get the Roomba theme song eternally stuck in your head. To be fair, it's not the worst theme song I've ever heard.
In exchange for your participation, I humbly offer this blooper reel.
RANDOM SECTION TIME!
1. I finally finished re-styling our dining room chairs. And I'm really excited about them. Originally, our dining room chairs were from Fiance's bachelorhood days - they were shiny (mostly chipped) black and upholstered in white (at least I think the seats where white at some point), and they were proudly placed around our brown dining room table.
The before and after
Okay one, I
hate strongly dislike black for home decor. It's too cold to me. And two, they had stopped functioning as chairs a few months ago. The joints were all coming unglued, and at any given time you could be in the middle of dinner and suddenly collapse into a pile of chair pieces. Which, you know, hurt. We were concerned that eventually it wouldn't be just Fiance or me falling out of those chairs, but eventually a friend, guest, or heaven forbid, one of our friend's kids would take a tumble. So they needed an overhaul.
Finished products (minus the one that Fiance took for the Man Cave)
Cue Kp with a couple cans of spray paint, light green fabric, a tube of liquid nail, sand paper, and a staple gun. And now they're lovely and stable and Bubba approved.
He likes the chairs. The camera in his face? He is... less than pleased about.
I approve too, which is good, because after sanding all the original black paint down, I've been blowing my noise to find black snot the last few days.
Labor of love.
2. It's official: I start my journey back to the states on the 26th. Which would probably make you be all "man, you should totally start packing." But to me it says "I really need to play more Legend of Zelda before I leave the TV behind for a few months."
3. I'm not addicted to Zelda. I can stop anytime I want. Just not right now because... reasons.
4. Never fear, the robot costume didn't go to waste after the taping. We used it to upgrade our home security system.