Geek Sent to Siberia

Ok. Ok.  I didn't really get sent to Siberia but I am choosing to visit a colder climate later this week.  Yes, I know I'm crazy.   More on that later.

Roses magically appeared at the geek household this past weekend.  It's a good thing because they sure smell a lot better than Cat.

Sweet Hubby Geek surprised me with the roses for our anniversary.  We also went out to dinner. I ordered crab claws.  They were tasty but huge so I'm glad I didn't have to catch them myself.  I might have lost a nose.  I had to stop eating the claws with my tiny fork because I was tired. 

We had some very tart key lime pie for dessert.

"Um, yeah.  That was some bitter pie, Mate."

In other sweet news, Dana over at Life is Good, is obviously addled from lack of sleep due to a new pint-size member of their household (Woof!)  She thinks I'm sweet.  She also things I'm a blog award whore but we won't talk about that.

She gave me some cupcakes:

Silly Dana.  She has obviously not met Evil Twin. 

Since I don't want to be the only blog award whore out in Blogland, I'd like to spread the icing around. The following sweethearts are welcome to take the cake and eat it too:

• Jean Knee from Put some polka dots on it - We Texans have to be sticky stick together.
• Honeypiehorse from Our Feet are the Same - Duh.  With a name like that?  She has to be sweet as a cupcake.

To get back to the colder climate discussion, Hubby and I are taking a few days off. I may miss a few of your posts with their witty insights and coffee-spewing humor.

On second thought, I don't need laughter to spill things around here...

Oops. Excuse me.   

"Cleanup on aisle....."

We are headed to New Mexico for some skiing.  Maybe.  Weather permitting. 

It's a short trip so our plan is to ski ONE day.  It will be interesting to see if we're able to get up the next morning.  We don't ski as much as we used to when we were 20-somethings with arthritic knees.  Now we are bit older with arthritic knees. According to Warren Miller, knees have a finite number of ski turns.  My knees are on the countdown:  T Minus 100 ski turns and counting....and NO, I don't ski like the extremists on his videos (I WISH!)

Maybe I'm just getting too old for this kind of "fun".

People-watching on ski slopes is also fun.   Let me rephrase that.  Watching other people do silly things is fun.  Seeing oneself and corresponding gear all over the mountain (called a "yard sale") is not so fun....unless you can find a fireman, Matt Damon, or Kiefer Sutherland to bring it to you.  It's also important that one is able to get up with all limbs intact and successfully ski to the bottom for Happy Hour.    Wine, beer, margaritas, hot toddies, or Diet Dr Pepper.  Take your pick.

What?  It's only 11:00 am and I've only skied a hour?  What's your point?

Another favorite activity is hat shopping.  I must model new big floppy hats.  Remember this one?

Obviously, I'm easily amused.

Please don't tell anyone but I also like to EAT when we go to New Mexico.  The chiles light my not-so-iron tummy on fire but Blue Corn Chicken Enchiladas Christmas is some good stuff.

Also, if anyone sees the sun, would you please send it down here?

Wait.  I think I see it.   Wow!  Let me get a picture.

Oops.  It's gone again.

Sigh.

Photos: floppy hat geek: Hubby, Bitter face cat, ornoth on flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar)

P.S.  I like Blogger's new post editor.   Nice. 

22 years

Hubby and I celebrated our 22nd wedding anniversary Saturday.

Him: You left me an empty toilet paper roll.
Her: The roll had 2 sheets left. We shouldn't be wasteful Sweetie.
Him: You're right, Dear. What's a bit of unwiped poop when I've got the best wife ever!

So, 22 years married to the same guy? Are you Ward and June Cleaver?

Uh.....no. June would always make sure there was a full roll of butt wiping paper for Ward when he needs to "read a magazine". June always had dinner on the table and she was all clean and fresh before Ward arrived home. Wally and The Beaver and their cat were well-behaved.....

Very funny. Definitely. Not. Happening.

Now, back to the post. Here's a few more perspectives:

Her: "Yes, Dear" goes a long way.
Him: Lots of compromise is needed.
Her: Um....


Her: Tease each other regularly about who will have to take the cat in case of a split up.
Him: You will take the cat.


Her: Shoe shopping is encouraged as it is therapeutic.
Him: Beer tasting is encouraged as it is therapeutic.


Him: Don't make fun of the movie I'm watching by uttering "Frodo, Frodo, we are not in Kansas anymore."
Her: Ah....but it's funny and you take it so seriously ;-)


Her: Avoid overly detailed descriptions of the "really cool" Assembler or "C" programming algorithms you encountered at work today. (If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably a geek like me.)
Him: Try not to bore me to tears with talk of your online buddies and crazy blog posts.


Her: Consume copious amounts of wine and margaritas.
Him: Consume copious amounts of beer, wine, and margaritas.
Her: Hum....why does he need more alcohol than me?


Her: Limit conversations about the hot babe you encountered at the gym or the latest hottie at the office. But if you must go on and on about the hottie, soothe any possible hurt feelings with kind words about my appearance. Telling me how great I look after running or first thing in the morning or even thanking me for showering today all go a long way.

Him: Reassure me that my butt isn't big and I have nice pecs. Don't drool when Sawyer appears without a shirt on LOST.


Her: No extraneous baggage in the bedroom.
Him: So Catherine Zeta-Jones isn't coming over?
Her: Actually, this means the cat doesn't sleep with us. Can Kiefer come over?

Her: Rescue me when I'm the damsel in distress.
Him: OK, but only if you learn the names of my power tools and call them by the correct name when I'm using them.


Him: I want a corvette for my mid-life crises.
Her: I want a pool boy.

I'm no expert on marriage but here's a few things that are really important:

Agree on how the money will be managed (assuming there is any).
Him: Here's the money. You manage it.
Her: Cool.


Develop your own hobbies but spend time together doing things you both enjoy.
Him: I'm taking up skydiving.
Her: Bye. WHOA! Hang on. Let me check your life insurance policy....OK. We're good. Have fun, Sweetie.


Find a balance between your career and your family.
Her: So I guess this means that my secret life as a spy will have to take a a back seat to being a housewife and part-time fitness professional. "Sorry, dear. Dinner will be late tonight as I'm fighting terrorism in some crazy, screwed-up country overseas so that they won't come here and blow us up."
Him: My wife constantly rains on my dream parade about being able to collect a big fat paycheck without having to work.


Don't sweat the small stuff. Support each other during the big stuff.
Her: I got laid off.
Him: I'm sorry, Hon, but your job sucked. How much severance did you say you're getting?

It's been good. I'll keep him. Besides, it's just too hard to replace him.

Smiley votes are also keepers and they are appreciated.

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