I'm going black.
It is my husband's 36th birthday tomorrow (in 8 minutes). We have had a horrific time of it as of late. We are going to run away this weekend and not talk to anyone. Except each other. And perhaps his family (since we'll be staying at their house).
I gave him his gifts: 18 year old Scotch, 3 9 year old cigars, a 1.5 hour massage, a reserved/prepaid Call of Duty game that is released on Nov. 10th, Bottlecaps, a Hershey bar, socks, two shirts and a movie.
Our real gift is a trip we plan to take in December (god willing).
And I plan to enjoy it to the nth degree. But in the meantime, please wish the man that I love a Happy Birthday!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
You Look...eh, Okay Tonight
Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight" came on the radio today when I was returning from some errand-running and I was immediately transported back in time to my freshman year of college. I recalled sitting on a friend's bed as she picked out the "perfect outfit" for the big night ahead. She was debating giving up her virginity that night to her boyfriend and explained that he wanted their song to be "Wonderful Tonight" because he always thought of her when Eric sings "brushing her long blond hair."
I had many thoughts at the time - they ranged from (1) That is the most shallow song I've ever heard - clearly the guy is only concerned with the way the woman looks and not how she feels, to (2) doesn't he just get drunk and fall asleep at the end of the night and finally, and most importantly, (3) how in God's name did you manage to graduate high school a virgin?
[Please don't be shocked at this revelation. No, I wasn't a virgin when I got married at the decrepit old age of 37. My high school and classmates were very, very similar to the "90210" plot-line. Seriously].
Bless her heart - she ended up having sex with him - not that night, but a few weeks later during a school break. I was happy for her. Even though I knew there was a cheesey ballad playing in the background when her cherry was popped.
As my mind returned to the present - I burst out laughing. I thought of the song that was playing when I first "did the deed" and honestly, where the heck did I get off judging?
If the category was "Best Soundtrack for Sex," I did not win the prize. Especially if the subcategory was "First Time."
Granted, I still think of that moment when I hear the song - but it was a bad song.
I can't even bring myself to tell you the song, but let's just say that it involved Nicole Richie's father and he had a feeling down deep in his soul that he just can't lose.
I had a much happier song-related memory as I was getting my hair cut this weekend. A bride was in the chair next to having her hair done for her wedding day, over the hair dryers I heard the song that my husband and I chose as our first dance at our reception.
Let's just say that I'm happy that Mr. White trumped Mr. Richie when all was said and done.
I had many thoughts at the time - they ranged from (1) That is the most shallow song I've ever heard - clearly the guy is only concerned with the way the woman looks and not how she feels, to (2) doesn't he just get drunk and fall asleep at the end of the night and finally, and most importantly, (3) how in God's name did you manage to graduate high school a virgin?
[Please don't be shocked at this revelation. No, I wasn't a virgin when I got married at the decrepit old age of 37. My high school and classmates were very, very similar to the "90210" plot-line. Seriously].
Bless her heart - she ended up having sex with him - not that night, but a few weeks later during a school break. I was happy for her. Even though I knew there was a cheesey ballad playing in the background when her cherry was popped.
As my mind returned to the present - I burst out laughing. I thought of the song that was playing when I first "did the deed" and honestly, where the heck did I get off judging?
If the category was "Best Soundtrack for Sex," I did not win the prize. Especially if the subcategory was "First Time."
Granted, I still think of that moment when I hear the song - but it was a bad song.
I can't even bring myself to tell you the song, but let's just say that it involved Nicole Richie's father and he had a feeling down deep in his soul that he just can't lose.
I had a much happier song-related memory as I was getting my hair cut this weekend. A bride was in the chair next to having her hair done for her wedding day, over the hair dryers I heard the song that my husband and I chose as our first dance at our reception.
Let's just say that I'm happy that Mr. White trumped Mr. Richie when all was said and done.
Friday, October 9, 2009
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
My husband isn't a big one for public displays of affection. Or talking about emotions. In fact, he's not one for grand gestures at all. Then again, I blame Hollywood for my intense need to have someone's love validated by holding up a boom box outside my bedroom window or riding an actual white horse into my classroom while wearing knight's armor. (By the way, I don't teach and I'm never in a classroom).
I can actually remember the specific dates for the last time he bought me flowers (March 19, 2009 - surprised me with a huge bouquet at the airport when he picked me up after a week's trip solo to NYC) or jewelry (December 25, 2008).
That being said, sometimes he does these amazing little gestures that melt my heart.
My husband has turned into a fanatical lawn guy since we bought our new house in July. Granted, we were gifted with a GORGEOUS lawn, but he drank the suburban Kool-Aid and he's turned Hank Hill to a certain degree now. The last few weeks, he has been unable to mow the yard at all due to the hurricane-like rains that Austin has been receiving (of course, only on on the only days that he has the time to do yard work).
Last night, we had about an hour and a half before a new storm started. We raced outside so that he could mow the yard and I could sweep up the metric ton of leaves that the "beautiful and quaint" pecan tree poops onto our back deck every day.
It started to rain as we were finishing up and this morning I looked out to see this:
I can actually remember the specific dates for the last time he bought me flowers (March 19, 2009 - surprised me with a huge bouquet at the airport when he picked me up after a week's trip solo to NYC) or jewelry (December 25, 2008).
That being said, sometimes he does these amazing little gestures that melt my heart.
My husband has turned into a fanatical lawn guy since we bought our new house in July. Granted, we were gifted with a GORGEOUS lawn, but he drank the suburban Kool-Aid and he's turned Hank Hill to a certain degree now. The last few weeks, he has been unable to mow the yard at all due to the hurricane-like rains that Austin has been receiving (of course, only on on the only days that he has the time to do yard work).
Last night, we had about an hour and a half before a new storm started. We raced outside so that he could mow the yard and I could sweep up the metric ton of leaves that the "beautiful and quaint" pecan tree poops onto our back deck every day.
It started to rain as we were finishing up and this morning I looked out to see this:
What is that you ask? Why do we have a "landing strip" in the otherwise Brazilian lawn of ours? Because I had mentioned, a few days ago, that I loved the small group of wildflowers that were blooming in this part of the yard.
So he mowed around them so I could enjoy them for a while longer.
Of course you can't because the picture doesn't really show them. I mentioned this and my husband insists that they closed for protection from the weather. In other words, they are "sleeping." We'll see.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Extended Deadline: When Pills Aren't Enough-Session II
Please note that the deadline below for submitting your entriest has been extended until this Friday, October 9, 2009.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Announcing: When Pills Aren't Enough-Session II
Well, it's that time again!
Basically, this is how it works:
You send an email to alittleleftoflost (at) gmail(dot)com in order to participate. Go ahead and give the link to your blog as well. Let her know if there is anything you do not want posted on your blog (such as cussing, sex issues, etc.).
Then you send your post. It can be about ANYTHING. Nothing is off-limits here.You are welcome to send all of it at once, in one email. In fact, I might lick your face if you do that, just to keep it simple for my overloaded brain.
I will send your post to another participating blogger to be posted on their blog. We will all post the guest posts on the same day.
If you wish to have an under-the-radar, sneeky pen name for your post, go right ahead. Just put it in the email. If you want your blog to be linked on your post, let me know.
Here's the great part: It's a round-robin sorta thing, so if your guest post goes on Participant #1's blog, Participant #1's guest post will not go on your blog, but on Participant #2's blog. That way, no one that normally reads your blog (like your mother or your nosy secretary) will be able to find your guest post!
Feel free to grab the button here, and post it on your blog. Go ahead and tweet about it, promote it on your blog; the more the merrier!
If you have any questions, feel free to email me.
Now, get to ranting!
Basically, this is how it works:
You send an email to alittleleftoflost (at) gmail(dot)com in order to participate. Go ahead and give the link to your blog as well. Let her know if there is anything you do not want posted on your blog (such as cussing, sex issues, etc.).
Then you send your post. It can be about ANYTHING. Nothing is off-limits here.You are welcome to send all of it at once, in one email. In fact, I might lick your face if you do that, just to keep it simple for my overloaded brain.
I will send your post to another participating blogger to be posted on their blog. We will all post the guest posts on the same day.
If you wish to have an under-the-radar, sneeky pen name for your post, go right ahead. Just put it in the email. If you want your blog to be linked on your post, let me know.
Here's the great part: It's a round-robin sorta thing, so if your guest post goes on Participant #1's blog, Participant #1's guest post will not go on your blog, but on Participant #2's blog. That way, no one that normally reads your blog (like your mother or your nosy secretary) will be able to find your guest post!
Feel free to grab the button here, and post it on your blog. Go ahead and tweet about it, promote it on your blog; the more the merrier!
- Contribution must be sent in by tomorrow, Wednesday, October 7th.
- Guest posts to put on your blog will be sent by Monday, October 12th.
- We will all publish the guest posts on the same day: Wednesday, October 14th.
If you have any questions, feel free to email me.
Now, get to ranting!
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