My anniversary is only two and a half weeks before Valentine's Day so it helps me stay focused and not forget. When all the Valentine's Day marketing kicks in (December 26th) I know to start thinking about Anniversary.
I have gone to great lengths to ensure I will never forget my anniversary. First I have it posted on my Google calendar, scheduled to repeat annually, and it sends me an email every day leading up to my anniversary for four days. It is also a recurring event on my work calendar and it alerts me the day before and the day of. And finally it is in my phone and alerts me two days before, one day before and the day of. Needless to say my bases are covered.
Our anniversary was on a Tuesday this year and we had gotten away the weekend before to celebrate. We had agreed on a budget for our anniversary and I that we would exchange gifts and cards on the actual day. Tuesday morning rolls around and my wife wakes me up at 5am to say goodbye. She's crazy she gets up that early to go to the gym before work, and I'm crazy enough to let her wake me up to say goodbye, normally this is not an issue because I'm hardly coherent enough to care. Most of the time I tell her good night, or physically push her or slap her arms away, as has happened on a few occasions. I never remember what I say or do, she fills me in when she gets home from work.
On Tuesday morning I had the awareness to say happy anniversary and bring her in for a big hug. I was so freaking happy that I remembered. I can't begin to tell you what a relief it was to have that not hovering over me all day. The pressure that would have caused to be sure that the first words I say to her when she gets home were "Happy Anniversary" is immeasurable.
During the day I had multiple conversations about how it was my anniversary with my coworkers. I even wrote my wife an email wishing her happy Anniversary just to be sure that what I believed to have happened this morning wasn't a hallucination.
When she walked in the door from work my first words to her were "Happy Anniversary" I was so pumped. Unbelievable relief that I had made it, remembered my anniversary; I was patting myself on the back so hard. After she had been home for about 30 minutes she walked out fo the bedroom and handed me a card...
I had been so focused on remembering the day, and in my excitement for my success of remembering the significance of the day I had completely failed to pick up a card and flowers. Needless to say there was nothing that could be done to relieve the disappointment that I had in myself, let alone her disappointment. Running over to Fred Meyer and getting a card and some flowers would have only made it worse. I to bear down and take my licks on this one, and believe me I'm still taking them and I deserve them. I have learned a valuable valuable lesson...A successful anniversary is about more than just remembering; follow through.
I made it up for her on Valentine's day, she got flowers the day before and the day of Valentine's day and a card. I even sat through a estrogen powered movie "He's Just Not That Into You" fitting as I was not into it all, but I was very into redeeming my monumental screw up.
I will say this for the movie, while it failed to show any kind of redeemable qualities as far as entertainment value for me. The droves of sappy "I talk to the characters in movies really loud" women that surrounded me made the price of admission totally worth it. It was a movie that exaggerate stereotypes, more than usual for Hollywood, and there were many many women in that theater that outed themselves as just as crazy as the characters who were carefully crafted to come off as desperate and crazy as possible. Is the female demographic not the easiest demographic to reach? That being said you flash anything that remotely looks like cleavage and you've penetrated the male demographic so its pretty much a wash.
Ladies and Gentleman, you're world in 2009. 2bro2b?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
I Think I'm Mad, I think I'm Mad
My mind has been wondering a lot recently. I've decided My mind is much like nuclear energy; when used within its intended parameters and intentions perfectly safe and beneficial for all. However when used irresponsibly without boundaries as has been the case recently the results can be disastrous. I will take you on a journey of my realization that the railroad ruined the west coast. Stay with me because it all starts with Tienanmen Square Man and Penguins.
After seeing, for a split second, the famous image of the man standing in front of the tank in Tienanmen Square. My next thought was what if instead of a man it was a penguin, or a turtle. How less important, but more funny does that image become. So I tried it out with much help from the internet, and I liked it so I threw it up on my blog header.
How do Penguins in the arctic feel about the Penguins at Sea World in sunny California? At first I thought they were surely jealous. The weather and the lady penguins are probably strutting around with a little less fur or some penguin sexy equivalent right?
A half hour or so later-yes I thought about it this much-I have come to the realization that Arctic Penguins feelings about Southern California Penguins probably are the same as my Human feelings about Southern California Humans. (Beware gross generalizations are forthcoming and probably some hurt feelings. I am speaking at nobody directly. To be honest my generalizations are mostly based on watch the Hills with the wife.)
I determined that neither of the two Penguins identify with the other. Southern Cal Penguin thinks Arctic Penguin is crazy for living up in the freezing cold walking around in a giant circle so that his internal organs don't freeze. Conversely the Arctic Penguin takes one look at Southern Cal Penguin and knows that he isn't living in the real Penguin world. They are living a life that very few get to live, and have little to no idea of the consequence that await them for failing to act like a proper Penguin.
Getting over to the West Coast wasn't like going for a hike at Multnomah Falls. If you survived it was because you were tough as nails. Luck had a hand in it, but it dind't matter how lucky you were, if you were as dumb as some people seem to be today you weren't getting to the rockies. Only the tough ones made it out here and the Midwest and Mountain States took care of everyone else.
Even if you were dumb and really lucky, luck runs out and you die when you don't know how to hunt, or farm.
Then they find gold and suddenly there is tons of wealth in California, and the richies want to get over there, but not the hard way. Then comes the freaking railroad! Letting any rich wimp buy a ticket and come on over and wuss the place out. This is where my distaste towards California comes from. Worse yet on this journey I found out that there was somebody I am more dissatisfied with; Thomas the Train.
I had a childhood filled with positive memories of Thomas the Train and now after 30 minutes he's dead to me! The mind is man's worst enemy.
After seeing, for a split second, the famous image of the man standing in front of the tank in Tienanmen Square. My next thought was what if instead of a man it was a penguin, or a turtle. How less important, but more funny does that image become. So I tried it out with much help from the internet, and I liked it so I threw it up on my blog header.
How do Penguins in the arctic feel about the Penguins at Sea World in sunny California? At first I thought they were surely jealous. The weather and the lady penguins are probably strutting around with a little less fur or some penguin sexy equivalent right?
A half hour or so later-yes I thought about it this much-I have come to the realization that Arctic Penguins feelings about Southern California Penguins probably are the same as my Human feelings about Southern California Humans. (Beware gross generalizations are forthcoming and probably some hurt feelings. I am speaking at nobody directly. To be honest my generalizations are mostly based on watch the Hills with the wife.)
I determined that neither of the two Penguins identify with the other. Southern Cal Penguin thinks Arctic Penguin is crazy for living up in the freezing cold walking around in a giant circle so that his internal organs don't freeze. Conversely the Arctic Penguin takes one look at Southern Cal Penguin and knows that he isn't living in the real Penguin world. They are living a life that very few get to live, and have little to no idea of the consequence that await them for failing to act like a proper Penguin.
Getting over to the West Coast wasn't like going for a hike at Multnomah Falls. If you survived it was because you were tough as nails. Luck had a hand in it, but it dind't matter how lucky you were, if you were as dumb as some people seem to be today you weren't getting to the rockies. Only the tough ones made it out here and the Midwest and Mountain States took care of everyone else.
Even if you were dumb and really lucky, luck runs out and you die when you don't know how to hunt, or farm.
Then they find gold and suddenly there is tons of wealth in California, and the richies want to get over there, but not the hard way. Then comes the freaking railroad! Letting any rich wimp buy a ticket and come on over and wuss the place out. This is where my distaste towards California comes from. Worse yet on this journey I found out that there was somebody I am more dissatisfied with; Thomas the Train.
I had a childhood filled with positive memories of Thomas the Train and now after 30 minutes he's dead to me! The mind is man's worst enemy.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)