a keyboard, a second-grade education, and a powerful sense of entitlement
Todays astute observation - my five year old pointed out that Gwen Stefani and George Washington have the same hair. Check the My Life video if you need to see for yourself.
9/1/2001
Valentine's Day is upon is, and since I don't have a good Valentine's story, I thought I'd share part of an anniversary gift I gave a couple of years ago:
On this momentous occasion, our eleventh wedding anniversary, I’d like to say thanks-
Thanks for letting me into your life, and coming into mine.
Thanks for accepting me as I am, not how you'd like me to be, I know it's hard sometimes.
Thanks for bringing joy and happiness into my life, and for letting me return the favor.
Thanks for reminding me each and every day that I am loved, and loveable. I am so very lucky to receive that love, I hope that you feel it being returned, I wish I was half as good at it as you are.
Thanks for not giving up and walking away when the times got tough, I know that there were times when things seemed hopeless, but you hung in there, and I’m so glad you did.
Thanks for being my friend, lover, confidante, maid, drinking buddy, sex kitten, accountant, designated driver, snuggle bunny, dose of reality, nurse, babies’ momma, sounding board, event coordinator, fantasy girl, interior decorator, spiritual advisor, personal shopper, and sidekick. But thanks mostly for being the light of my life, and the reason I get up every day.
Basically, I just wanted to say thanks. You are an incredible lady, and I look forward to many more incredible years. I love you more than any words could ever describe, and I hope that you never forget that.
We spent the weekend in a nice old hotel in downtown Charlotte, and it was probably the best anniversary we've had so far. We went to a Panthers preseason game, we wined and dined, we made love in a conference room on the 26th floor of a skyscraper, high above the city. We laughed a lot, we talked a lot, we created some happy memories.
Then, ten short days later, the world changed. Much larger events took over our old lives, and they never really gave them back. I believe we'll get them back one day, though. I have to believe that.
Valentine's Day is upon is, and since I don't have a good Valentine's story, I thought I'd share part of an anniversary gift I gave a couple of years ago:
On this momentous occasion, our eleventh wedding anniversary, I’d like to say thanks-
Thanks for letting me into your life, and coming into mine.
Thanks for accepting me as I am, not how you'd like me to be, I know it's hard sometimes.
Thanks for bringing joy and happiness into my life, and for letting me return the favor.
Thanks for reminding me each and every day that I am loved, and loveable. I am so very lucky to receive that love, I hope that you feel it being returned, I wish I was half as good at it as you are.
Thanks for not giving up and walking away when the times got tough, I know that there were times when things seemed hopeless, but you hung in there, and I’m so glad you did.
Thanks for being my friend, lover, confidante, maid, drinking buddy, sex kitten, accountant, designated driver, snuggle bunny, dose of reality, nurse, babies’ momma, sounding board, event coordinator, fantasy girl, interior decorator, spiritual advisor, personal shopper, and sidekick. But thanks mostly for being the light of my life, and the reason I get up every day.
Basically, I just wanted to say thanks. You are an incredible lady, and I look forward to many more incredible years. I love you more than any words could ever describe, and I hope that you never forget that.
We spent the weekend in a nice old hotel in downtown Charlotte, and it was probably the best anniversary we've had so far. We went to a Panthers preseason game, we wined and dined, we made love in a conference room on the 26th floor of a skyscraper, high above the city. We laughed a lot, we talked a lot, we created some happy memories.
Then, ten short days later, the world changed. Much larger events took over our old lives, and they never really gave them back. I believe we'll get them back one day, though. I have to believe that.
Only 3 days till Daytona! WHOOOO! For all you unbelievers out there who need to get up to speed quickly, here's a link to an oldie but a goodie, the Hard Times Guide to Faking NASCAR. Never get your Dales confused again!
I work for a very large company (we're bad, we're nationwide). No, it's not Nationwide Insurance. Anyway, apparently someone in the company has the same first initial and last name as me, because yesterday I got this e-mail from a complete stranger:
Hey honey,
This is the tickets I told you about for the Get-A-Way for Two.
Let me know if you want me to buy a ticket.
Love Ya!!
Send back an e-mail with your answer.
She then went on to give me her name, place of employment, phone number, and fax number, and a forwarded e-mail describing a raffle for a romantic Valentine's Day getaway in Savannah, Georgia. I was really torn as to what to do...should I forward it to my wife and see if she'll let me go? Should I ask the sender for a picture before I commit to a romantic getaway? After all, Savannah is pretty, and the package includes a carriage ride!
Hey honey,
This is the tickets I told you about for the Get-A-Way for Two.
Let me know if you want me to buy a ticket.
Love Ya!!
Send back an e-mail with your answer.
She then went on to give me her name, place of employment, phone number, and fax number, and a forwarded e-mail describing a raffle for a romantic Valentine's Day getaway in Savannah, Georgia. I was really torn as to what to do...should I forward it to my wife and see if she'll let me go? Should I ask the sender for a picture before I commit to a romantic getaway? After all, Savannah is pretty, and the package includes a carriage ride!
I think this may be a first - Slashdot has linked to a posting about meetings on someone's weblog. They must have a good server, because the site is still up and shows no sign of distress. For the record, it's not a Movable Type weblog, I think the back end is homemade. I sure hope that the added load from the times doesn't take it down (har har).
Mozilla Firebird has had a new release and is now called Firefox. Don't be a suckah, dump Internet Exploder today!
Stupid Sister Tricks
My baby sister had a really bad ear infection over the holidays. That's one of the joys of parenthood, the tykes bring home all sorts of genetically modified germs to mess you up. They finally had to put a tube in one of her ears - I thought they only did that to little kids. The first two didn't stay in, so they ended up putting in a permanent tube. What she failed to tell the doc was why the first two worked their way out.
See, my sister, who's a grown woman and over 30 years old, figured out that if she pinched her nose, closed her mouth, and blew out like you do to clear your ears, she could make her ear whistle. So of course she did it every chance she got. Naturally, my other sister and I were incredibly jealous.
My baby sister had a really bad ear infection over the holidays. That's one of the joys of parenthood, the tykes bring home all sorts of genetically modified germs to mess you up. They finally had to put a tube in one of her ears - I thought they only did that to little kids. The first two didn't stay in, so they ended up putting in a permanent tube. What she failed to tell the doc was why the first two worked their way out.
See, my sister, who's a grown woman and over 30 years old, figured out that if she pinched her nose, closed her mouth, and blew out like you do to clear your ears, she could make her ear whistle. So of course she did it every chance she got. Naturally, my other sister and I were incredibly jealous.
