Friday, February 27, 2009

Just Because They're Both So Stinking Cute



I don't especially like how my new cell phone's pictures come out. My Razr had much better quality, even though this is a newer phone. But, until I find my damn camera cable, this is how I post pictures. Maybe this weekend that newest magic box will be opened. At least I found Little Bit's Scout shirt in a box last weekend - finally - in time for his Blue and Gold Banquet tonight. Then he decided he wanted to switch to the Boy Scout shirt. Sigh. So, I had to break out the sewing machine as I do every year or so and figure out how it works all over again, but I got the patches on. How cool to sew an "Ore-Ida Council" patch on his shirt. He will get two pins towards his Webelos badge tonight - again, pictures coming if I can find that cable.

In the meantime, have a good weekend!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

I Wanna Talk About Me(Me)

Okay, it's Friday, the funeral is over (Thank God, but it was very nice and just what a service should be), I now have Little Bit's cold (ARGH!!!) and it's time to lighten up a bit. Toby Keith, my favorite country singer, has a song called "I Wanna Talk About Me" about a guy who loves his woman but wishes she would hush up a while so he can get a word in edgewise.

Since TH doesn't blog, I'm going to talk about him - and me. I guess I'm not getting the point of Toby's song, but its TH's fault for not blogging himself. Oh, and I'm not tagging anyone to do this but there are several of you I'd love to do it (Cele, you just did one, so I know you probably aren't wanting to do another one yet). I stole this one from Dooce so I'm pretending Heather tagged me. As if.

Here goes:

What are your middle names?


My middle name is Renee. TH's middle name is Chris. Not Christopher, Chris. Little Bit's middle name was almost Chris until I came up with his middle name, Flynn, which is perfect for him (it means son of a Irishman). Big Bit and I outvoted TH on the middle name subject and Flynn he remains. Heh.

How long have you been together?

We met fifteen years ago this June. We'll have been married fifteen years this coming December. Lord, time does fly.


How long did you know each other before you started dating?

Let's see. I met him June 23. He called me in early July (he'd been out of town). One day I guess if you count face to face contact.



Who asked whom out?

Guys ask me out. That's how I roll, as they say. Not that I know how I roll anymore since it's been fifteen years since I've dated.


How old are each of you?

I'm 42, he's 45 (almost 46, it's only four months away).



Whose siblings do you see the most?

I have no siblings and TH's sister is apparently not speaking to us for the rest of her life. It's a long story. As far as "chosen" siblings, we keep in contact with a lot of my cousins, who I count as my siblings, and then of course there's my dear sister Ms. Hyde.



Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?

When we got married, I'd not been divorced all that long from the EHFH and we've been dealing with custody stuff with Big Bit pretty much our whole marriage. That's been hard for both of us, and I appreciate TH's support on the matter. Most men would have thrown their hands up and said "I'm done", I think.

Did you go to the same school?

No, I graduated from University of Nevada. TH went to University of Idaho, but graduated from University of Phoenix. I was, however, in the infamous Taco Bell arena at the same time he was for a Bryan Adams concert in 1985 the week before I married the EHFH. I always ask him why he didn't come and grab me right then. It would have saved a LOT of problems.

Are you from the same home town?

No, though we are both native Idahoans. TH grew up in Fruitland, which is in western Idaho (and had a pink bowling alley at Gayway Junction with the Two Guys TV truck in the parking lot (I am NOT kidding). I grew up in Jackpot, Nevada, then around Twin Falls, Idaho.

Who is smarter?

TH is smarter, I think. I couldn't begin to figure out what the damn computer is doing and why it's doing it, nor can I play an XBox 360 game because there are too many buttons.

Who is the most sensitive?

Are you talking to me? What's your problem? Never mind.


Where do you eat out most as a couple?


It's fun to be home because there are so many choices in easy reach (unlike hell, I mean Utah). We met at a brewpub called TableRock, so we eat there pretty often (I know, I met him in a bar, insert your joke here). The Cottonwood Grille is another favorite. And for chain dining we love our Old Chicago World Beer Tour.

Where is the farthest you have traveled together?

London, in December of last year.

Who has the craziest exes?

Well, while TH did have an ex-girlfriend call from JAIL once while we were dating, the EHFH takes the cake, hands down. As Big Bit says, "he's psycho, Mom".

Who has the worst temper?

You ARE TALKING TO ME, AREN'T YOU? GRRR.

Who does the cooking?

We both do, though TH probably does more these days. That's because a lot of the family favorites (jalapeno burgers, tacos) he does better than I do. But we both like to cook and try out new things frequently. With Little Bit being picky, that does not happen as much as it used to.

Who is the neat-freak?

I wish one of us were, let's just put it that way.

Who is more stubborn?

I am Southern Idaho stubborn, he is Western Idaho stubborn. And together we gave birth to a monster. (I stole that line from Heather but it's sooooo true, Little Bit is worse than either of us).

Who hogs the bed?

We're actually pretty good about not doing this, though he would probably say I do.

Who wakes up earlier?

I do. Although both of us would sleep until at least 8 a.m. if we had the opportunity.


Where was your first date?

We went to see the movie "Speed" with Keanu Reeves. It remains the only Keanu Reeves movie I have ever liked.

Who is more jealous?

I don't think either one of us is. I guess we are just cool that way.

How long did it take to get serious?

For someone who informed him that if I ever got married (and divorced again) I was taking the kids, cats, house, truck, underwear and money with me, I got serious way faster than I thought I would, or really wanted to. Him too I think. We met in June and got married in December, so you figure it out.

Who eats more?

Him. Definitely. I can't compete.

Who does the laundry?

I wash it and then I glare until he folds at least some of it. Why is it so hard to just put the damn clothes up? If you take the iniative to wash them, you shouldn't also have to fold them.

Who's better with the computer?

See who's smarter, above.

Who drives when you are together?

TH, most of the time. I can but I don't like to because on car trips I'd rather read a book, sleep and eat sunflower seeds. I know, it's extremely unfair. But that's the way it is.

Have a great weekend everyone! We're buying our ski passes for Bogus Basin tomorrow and I'm very excited. Another thing we haven't gotten to do for three years checked off the list. We're also continuing to unpack. YUCK.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Random Thoughts From The Weekend

  • Life is a cycle, isn't it? We lost Charles, but cousin Kristi gained little Seth (on my late cousin Danny's birthday, no less). Welcome, Seth. If I can ever find my camera cable, I can post the pictures of your Mom I took when she was still pregnant with you.
  • It's really going to suck saying goodbye to Charles Thursday. I hope TH gets through it okay. He got a sweet, heartbreaking e-mail from Charles' Mom this weekend. That poor woman. People should not have to bury their children.
  • I really love being home. We went skiing Sunday at the local resort and saw five people we knew. Totally without planning to. That never happened to us before, by the way. Just reconfirms the correctness of the decision to come back.
  • Big Bit was here for the weekend with a horrendous cold, which Little Bit promptly caught. And we had no kid's cold stuff in the house at 2 a.m. when he woke up with it. Argh.
  • My Dad's infection is not clearing up, so they have to go in and take out the plate they put in his cheek so the infection will go away, then they can proceed. I am glad he's overall doing so well, if they can get this taken care of I think he's good to go. Damn staph infections. Hang in there, Dad.
  • I CANNOT wait for spring.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

On The Subject Of Things That Suck

Update: Friday, February 13. Charles passed away this morning. God Bless and RIP.

TH has been a Dungeons and Dragons guy for many moons now, since high school.

When he was at loose ends around 6 years ago (because the Mother Ship was foolish enough to let him go), he met up with Steve the Lawyer (of Golden Mallet Fame), Jim, the Professor (of Ugly Hoodie Fame) and lastly, Charles (another lawyer, loyal to the Mother Ship). They all shared this interest and went on to have many nights full of Mountain Dew (Yvette will get the reference even before finishing reading). While we lived in Utah, anytime TH came up for work, Charles, especially, was the one who said "come stay at my house...anything you need is yours." He is so very, very shy, but for TH, he made the effort and though I didn't know him well, it made me care for him very much.

Well, as of tonight, Charles is in the hospital. He has cancer, which we've long known, never with much hope for recovery, short of a miracle. Still, especially given how long TH's mother lived with her own particular form of this horrible illness, you just never expect someone to really go. You expect the miracle. But we think this time, it may be not happening.

And he's forty damn years old. Never married. No kids. Loving family and friends yes, but somehow I feel he's been robbed of the chance to live all of the facets of life he may have desired.
Some things just suck.

Be well Charles. Whatever happens, be well.

In his honor (thanks Yvette) I post the below video because I think, right now, he'd rather be having Cheetos and Mountain Dew and laughing at this stereotypical D&D adventure.


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I Think The Affair's Really Over This Time

Well, if you follow football, you've heard the news already (ad nauseum if you watch ESPN) and if you don't, you may not care other than the effect it had on me, your (at least online) friend, but my man retired again today.

I do not share the cynical thoughts of many Packer fans, who relegated him from demi-God to Satan's little helper in the course of a few months and are already promoting conspiracy theories picturing him as still trying to go play for Minnesota or (gasp!) Chicago. I think he thought he could prove Ted Thompson wrong, and in many ways, he did. Until he got hurt, he was playing at a high level and his team beat both a team that went to the Super Bowl (Arizona) and the only undefeated team (Tennessee).

So not too damn bad, my man.

Those of us who simply thought you were a hell of a football player, fun to watch play (and just look at) and a devoted father and husband weren't surprised you wanted to play. Yes, we were disappointed that you wanted to play somewhere else, but in a way we understood, and it was still a joy to see you jump around like a kid when you threw a TD pass. We know that someday you'll reclaim your Packer legacy and you still have plenty of support.

Though I'd still like to pair up Little Bit and Breleigh, your daughter has competition now - Malia Obama. So you better make sure she turns out right.

I'll miss you Brett. A lot. When you started playing pro ball I didn't have kids (but you already did). You weren't married (but I already was). I got divorced, you got married, we both had more kids. Oh yeah, I got married again before that. I felt bad when your Dad died and when your saintly wife got cancer. And I'd like to think the support of Packer fans did help all of you through those things. It seems to be so.

We grew up a lot together and both of us had a mighty good time. But I think this time it's really for the best.

Good luck.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Happy Birthday

Update - per t2ed - since my real computer is not yet operational, I can't scan and publish an embarassing photo. However, I find this one of "Diddy" very fun indeed. So here's a photo to accompany the post.


Happy Birthday to my firstborn, Big Bit - who is 17 years old on February 5.

Damn, I'm old.

But I am so proud of you, my little Big One!