Category: Holy Matrimony!
Stay Away, Monday
Saturday, June 5th, 2010
This was the longest shortest week. With a sad staff upset, tight client deadlines and task juggling galore, it was draining. The minute I walked in Tuesday morning, I was workin’ for the weekend.
Unfortunately, now I’m workin’ on the weekend. Being the IT Bitch Operations Chick, I need to upgrade our computers to Adobe CS5. I’m excited about the new tools (yes, I’m a dork) but not looking forward to the hours it will take to install it all. At least I can wear comfy clothes, crank my iPod and work without interruption. Now you know why I’m pushing for that no-work working holiday.
We were supposed to get Dan’s Big Green Birthday Present this weekend, but he’s not feeling well. He says he’s getting better. We’ll see. Anyone got a horse trank and an hour to spare? The doctor’s only 15 minutes away…
I feel bad for him, especially with it being his BIRTHDAY WEEKEND!!! FYI: anything birthday-related is CAPS-worthy as it must be expressed exuberantly! As the clock stuck 11:00 last night (marking his East Coast birthday), I did a special birthday affirmation, Jessica-style*: “I LOVE MY DAN! I LOVE MY BOO!” etc… Then I serenaded him with my own version of “In Da Club:” “Go TALL-Y – it’s ya BIRTHDAY – we gonna party like it’s ya BIRTHDAY! We gonna sip single-malt scotch like it’s ya BIRTHDAY!”
Yes, he actually married me. Can you believe it!?!
Maybe he’s been sick all along… 
*If you don’t know about Jessica, watch this:
I Hear the Secrets That You Keep…
Thursday, February 25th, 2010
I turned to my trusty life partner and asked him to suggest a stellar blog topic. He said “Okay…” and then fell into his nightly couch coma.
So Dan’s best sleep habits it is!
Every now and then, Dan sleep talks. I could wish for unconscious confessions of deep dark secrets, but he delivers so much more. The beauty lies in the total randomness of his outbursts. Sometimes he assertively communicates well thought out statements. Other times it’s babble, glorious non sequitur. Here’s a small sampling:
“Artichokes…aardvark!”
“This is an easy problem to fix. All you’ve got to do is…(mumble mumble snooze)”
“Switch clothes dryer”
And my recent favorite… “FUCK SARAH PALIN!” I was watching the Opening Ceremonies when that happened. Maybe he was feeling the pain of the Russians she snoops on every morning.
I wish I could remember everything he’s said over the past few years. I’m seriously considering taking this to Twitter. I’d just need a user name…
What would you pick:
a. @shitmyhubssleepsays
b. @sleeptalkinman
c. @dansayzzz
d. @holmosaywhat
e. Something better like (your suggestion here)
Update: within minutes of scheduling this entry, Dan shot up and muttered “How do I get up? You told me you’d help me get up…” When he talked enough to wake himself up, he realized I was talking back (as I often do for my own S&Gs). He then jokingly called me a fucker and returned to dreamland. Good stuff.
Looming…
Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009
This is my wedding dress.
It should be heirloomed in a box by now, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I love my dress. I spent so long waiting for it to arrive and then having it fitted multiple times to get it just right. I just can’t imagine handing it over to be entombed in a cheezy box.
If only I could hang it on a mannequin and store it in a hermetically sealed glass chamber…kind of like the First Ladies Exhibit at the Smithsonian.
But I know I need to do it. I know I must come to terms with the heirlooming process. I know I must say goodbye.
I’m just not ready. Maybe I should find a support group.
