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i made hubby a homemade Valentines card.
I'm such a geek.

He's at school and I slept all day. I got some penicillin's this morning and some mucinex. bleh. The antibiotics wipe me out, but man... I like mucinex. I can actually use my nostrils for breathing some of the time, which is a HUGE advantage over yesterday.

So yeah, here, snotty, not doing much, but recovering. Happy V day.


Feb. 12th, 2006 07:40 pm
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Me: "Oh look, women's hockey is on again."

Hubby: nearly knocks over furniture to look

Me: (catching on) "You think women hockey players are hot, don't you?"

Hubby: "well, they have done some posing online."

Me: (watching all these hard-bodied 20 year olds) "Oh."

It's payback for my Patrick Roy crush, I'm sure.


Jan. 12th, 2006 01:41 pm
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My hubby just attached a book holder to his exercise bike.
With a flip light.
It's so cute ...

My mom told him to watch where he was going.
I told him to wear a helmet.

We're buying him a Lance Armstrong yellow jersey soon.
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It was a trying weekend. Hubby's grandmother passed away, so we went home for the funeral and all of that.

He's not a person that wants comfort. When he is upset or stressed, he's better left alone. I try hard to remember that.
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We are 15" behind in rainfall.
There were no fireworks at first night because of the burn ban.
One neighboring state is totally engulfed.
We've been under a wind advisory all day. It' still 65 degrees and the wind is about 30 mph.

And my neighbor across the street has a charcoal grill going... a fire about 2 foot tall. Hubster and I stood on the porch and watched embers settle in the leaves by my car. I couldn't stand it. I crossed the street in my pooh-head slippers and stood at the front porch. There was a stairway to the house of the firebug, but the little grill was snapping and popping and I was wearing flammable animal heads on my feet. So I stood there and hollered "hello?"

No answer.

Braving spontanous pooh-head combustion, I climbed up the steps and beat on the door. RA makes my knuckles SORE so beating on a door is hard -- even more so where there's vicious wind.

Neighbor came out, promised to put a lid on the fire. First he tried to tell me it was all okay, then a gust of wind sent embers everywhere as we talked. He's just grilling stakes he said. I wanted to say "steaks and a Nissan Altima" but I was polite and meek. That tends to make things not a confrontation. "Your fire's freaking me out a little. Can you stay by it? We're watching the embers hit the trees."

But yeah, where was hubby during all this?
On the porch watching me.

If he'd gone with me, it might have been a confrontation. But I feel like, hey man! Thanks for the support.

I'm sure he would have run across the street and ripped the flaming Winnie the Poohs off my feet if needed.

It's so hard being the butch one.
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So, I enter the final hours of the last day of my 20s.
I'm no longer a punk kid.
I'm too old to be precocious or a prodigy or girlwunder. All of those "you will cure cancer by the time you're 25" predictions are losing their pressure. I'm just a boring adult like everyone else.
I have experience in my field.
I have some authority.
I'm good at what I do: working with kids, writing, and sometimes even teaching.

I am going to like being 30 and officially some sort of grown-up.

The poor husband just burned himself cooking my stuffed pork chops, home-made bread, mashed potatoes, salad, and apples and pears in rumsauce with homemade vanilla bean ice cream.

I think I like this marriage thing too.
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he's gonna bitch about there being a light on in my office.


I can't heeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr yyyyyyyyyyyoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If I had PAPERS here to GRADE I wouldn't be up typings restlessly, now would I?
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S. is sick and pretty grouchy right now.
I am absolutely sure Iwant to spend the rest of my life with him.
I am not, however, all that sure about spending the rest of the weekend with him.
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When I surprise you with a gift you were oogling at Sam's Club because I feel so grateful for all the shit you've put up with while I've been sick, the proper response is NOT "Oh, I was looking at that for your sister."



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