Hot

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This month’s NaBloPoMo theme is hot.  I have no idea what this means to me.

hot (h?t)
adj., hot·ter, hot·test.

    1. Having or giving off heat; capable of burning.
    2. Being at a high temperature.
  2. Being at or exhibiting a temperature that is higher than normal or desirable: a hot forehead.
  3. Causing a burning sensation, as in the mouth; spicy: hot peppers; a hot curry.
    1. Charged or energized with electricity: a hot wire.
    2. Radioactive, especially to a dangerous degree.
    1. Marked by intensity of emotion; ardent or fiery: a hot temper.
    2. Having or displaying great enthusiasm; eager: hot for travel.
    1. Informal. Arousing intense interest, excitement, or controversy: a hot new book; a hot topic.
    2. Informal. Marked by excited activity or energy: a hot week on the stock market.
    3. Violent; raging: a hot battle.
  7. Slang. Sexually excited or exciting.
  8. Slang.
    1. Recently stolen: a hot car.
    2. Wanted by the police: a hot suspect.
  9. Close to a successful solution or conclusion: hot on the trail.
  10. Informal.
    1. Most recent; new or fresh: a hot news item; the hot fashions for fall.
    2. Currently very popular or successful: one of the hottest young talents around.
    3. Requiring immediate action or attention: a hot opportunity.
  11. Slang. Very good or impressive. Often used in the negative: I’m not so hot at math.
  12. Slang. Funny or absurd: told a hot one about the neighbors’ dog.
  13. Slang.
    1. Performing with great skill and daring: a hot drummer.
    2. Having or characterized by repeated successes: a player who is on a hot streak.
    3. Fast and responsive: a hot sports car.
    4. Unusually lucky: hot at craps.
  14. Music. Of, relating to, or being an emotionally charged style of performance marked by strong rhythms and improvisation: hot jazz.
  15. Bold and bright.

How do you really feel?

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I have something in common with Dooce.  How crazy is that?

Okay, maybe it was just that first sentence, but I know exactly what my dad is trying to say when he doesn’t say it. And when people ask me if my parents like Jon, I’m all, like Jon? Hmm. How do I put this? They think Jesus sent him.

When people ask me if my husband and parents get along, I usually say, “Well, if we ever got a divorce, I think my parents would really miss me.”   My father tells people they were sure I would never get married (I was 24 when we started dating; 26 when we married).

But my mother didn’t think I would ever get married, not when I was a spinsterly 24 years old. Who would want a woman so shriveled up by life? So I got mine early. And then along came Jon and he was all, I like ’em shriveled up!

Six years later  (on Sunday), I am not sure where I would be if he hadn’t been willing to marry me.

Theory Thursday

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woman-in-underwear-and-shoes-print-c10295860jpeg.jpgThis is my first post in a new themed series.  I am always telling my husband about my little pet theories, and he thought they might make good blog fodder.

I have a lot of underwear and shoes.  My theory is that I don’t have to try on underpants and they will always fit and I can try on shoes without taking my clothes off.  I am a big girl, and trying on clothes is about as much fun as being covered with chocolate syrup (ask me, I know).