What happened?

i REMEMBER blogging at least once, (OK, once) since my wife's last post. As a matter of fact, I remember using the word "wifey" at least once. I log on tonight and--nothing since Jan. 21. Bullshyte! I am very upset right now because although I recall very little of my previous post, I spent at least a half hour getting the words down. And, now NOTHING!

In the time expired since her post, we've gone skiing, I had a birthday, drank about 43 cups of joe, 30+ beer, 20 glasses of wine and two glasses of scotch. And there were other things I did, too.



The Olympics are two days off and we decided long ago that rather than head to Vancouver to take in the excitement, being one of those average people that really can't fork out hard-earned hundreds for The Games, we're going to take in some of it at home, in HD, which, admittedly will mean I'll probably watch more than it we did not have HD.



We enjoy The Office because it proves that even incompetents like Michael Scott can rise to positions of authority and because we like to dislike Dwight and, we think Pam and Jim are a great TV couple next to Mike and Carol Brady perhaps.



So... we're back to giving consideration about making a move - somewhere - where we can earn a decent (and I am speaking objectively here) wage rather than being lulled into the doldrums of low wages and a sunshine tax synonymous with the Okanagan. If this were a movie, we'd shrug off the desires of family and friends to travel to some far-off country and carve out a niche for ourselves with the help of a character played by Michael Caine.



Next week at this time, we'll be at Red Mountain in Rossland probably soaking in the hot tub with a bottle of wine on the side. A couple of days there and then off to Nelson and the Whitewater ski resort. Wifey's never been to Nelson so it should be a good time. It's a neat little town especially if the main street is dolloped with snow.



Now, I'm off to bed and will be lulled into a trance by another episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show ...

Disregard my opening paragraph about the missing post. I found it under "drafts." Mea culpa.

Hey! Our dog can surf

It's true. Saw it myself. But not in the conventional sense. Stella - and I've noted this before - can't exactly be described by using the word graceful or nimble but rather clumsy and forcefully awkward. Stella was in her usual perch, lying on top of the blanket while my wife was asleep and when the blanket moved, our little pug was rolling with the undulating motion of the blanket. Most dogs would just bail on snuggling with their owner but not ours.

Total nutball!



My wife's back is buggered--again. But this time, it's worse. She couldn't even sit in the car to drive herself to work, and spent the day prone but that was after the emerg doctor injected her with an anti-inflammatory and sent her off with a prescription for T3s.

Tonight I volunteered to start making this chicken pot pie for tomorrow's dinner but then wifey pulled herself off the couch, brandished a knife and gave me a hand. Not being a natural cook (I do like watching cooking shows), I appreciated this as it cut my prep time in half. All this while we watched "The Biggest Loser."



We're hoping her back heals quickly because we booked an Olympic ski getaway with another couple. I'm sure it will. Besides, it's no fun when she's writhing in pain. And the getaway is taking us away farther away from Vancouver we aren't going to be there. No thank you VANOC.



Right now, I'm watching "Art Mann" presents. He's apparently at the country's largest music festival.

I'm back and dealing with commitment issues

Ahh caught your attention, didn't it? No not that kind of commitment issue.

After a brief hiatus, which I thought Husband had joined me on, I was suprised to read a few more postings by him. Alas, I have knocked off Facebook a bit early tonight and decided I should post something, as I have commited to blog-u-menting( like it?) its my new word for blog documenting. Hah! Genius!

Anyway back to commitment. Everyone always asks us, "So what's different now that you are married?" Well, nothing or is it?
So after reading Husbands posts below, I can attest, we had that conversation over dinner. I'll admit it, its not my favorite conversation to have with him, but i feel we must. His job, in media, has little if no job security. Before marrying, I never really worried about losing a job or what we would do if one of us was out of work. However, now that we are "married" this has seemingly become a issue to me. We have bills, car payments, life styles to keep-up and this would be difficult on 1 salary. What would we do? How fast would one of us find a job?

put most of these quetsions to husband as like i said, he is in more danger of losing his job, than I. So, i guess things have changed as when you are married you no longer worry about your own fears or problems, you take on your partners as well as your own.
None the less I wouldn't trade it as I love husband and would support him, if anything ever happened.

There's always something ...

Rolling with life's natural ebb and flow movement makes me wish we were living in the confines of a situation comedy where even the most trying of times can be resolved and wrapped into a neat package and seasoned with a laugh or a chuckle.
Tonight, the dinner table discussion turned to job prospects in the event one of us (more likely me) found ourselves out of work :(
While I've been somewhat diligent in keeping up a job search, it's difficult to know how I would react if I became a work casualty. My wife insists that I would (a) freak out, (b) lose it, (c)become very angry or (d) any combination of the above.
My reaction to this would be, (a) deny it, (b), dismiss it, (c) disagree with it, (d) determine my reaction ahead of time and act in a mature, responsible manner and not let it get me down.
If you picked a, b, c, or d, you might be right. By my own admission, I've never been one that adjusts well to unexpected change.

One of us is celebrating a birthday on Saturday and their spouse is still troubled because she has not bought my present yet. I'm thinking about Seasons Two and Three of The Mary Tyler Moore Show - I know, what a great, um, gift. I think it is.
Seeing that I LOVE watches, a new timepiece is a safe choice and the jury's still out on purchasing a Blu-ray player.

sigh ...

I really don't know what to ask for? How 'bout world peace?

Life's unexpected turns

Our lives are like a pendlum, swaying back and forth between life and death.
I hardly want to get philisophical but anyone who has struggled with and overcome a life threatening illness can testify that those things we fret over and worry about are eons from the relationships we build and the people we meet on our journey.
Hardly a day goes by when i don't think about this, not as a morbid re-hashing of the negative side of life but instead to push away the gloomy side of my personality and to focus on all which make life worthwhile.
My wife was blessed with a sunny disposition and it shines and warms my day. I however am more the dark, storm clouds with the occasional rainshower personality. It's interesting that opposites attract in so many ways and there's a comfortable feeling in knowing this.

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With the snow being vapourized by the unseasonable weather our plans for skiing have been knocked off course for now. Temperatures are supposed to chill and there's snow in the forecast next week so here's hoping.

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Last night, we let our little pug, Stella, sleep with us. This isn't anything new, we've allowed it before - too many times for my liking - but like many dogs, they get restless and then manage to overtake the bed and as a result, Stella got the best sleep of any of us. She may be cute and cuddly but cute and cuddly belongs on the couch not the bed.

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Looking forward to tomorrow. Vietnamese dinner with friends.

Saturday night's alright for ... budget deliberations?

As I am sitting here, watching reruns of Almost Live, the best program to come out of Seattle--ever, which, by the way, features alumnus Joel McHale of NBC's show, Community."
This was after watching bits and pieces of Saturday Night Live, Liar Liar starring Jim Carey and laying out our budget for the next couple of weeks. I'm not going to lie. (seriously, I'm not) Budgeting is probably one of the more depressing tasks we do and it's something we need to do consistently. After we finish I feel a sense of accomplishment tainted by the frustration from the equation of "more going out than coming in."
Our old, check that, former roommate Manny dropped by and we hung out like friends do.
It's 1:30 a.m. Manny left about an hour ago and I'm tuned in to second episode of AL from 1993, which remind me of other events happening the same year and I reminisce about winning seasons for the Mariners, a Stanley Cup for the Habs, The Offspring, Blind Melon, CD McGee's and the good ol' days at Flex Fitness.
My wife and dog are passed out on the couch and it's time to say goodbye.

The 70s: Cool times, funky clothes and gatorade in glass bottles

Wouldn't you know that as soon as you say goodbye to the holiday season a barrage of snow hits, melts and turns sidewalks and uplowed parking lots into icefields?
Our New Year's (first as a married couple) was terrif. Spent a good part of the evening drinking with friends and watching the Canadian Juniors sneak past the US in a shootout (Note at the time of this writing, the US captured the gold medal with a thrilling, 6 - 5 overtime win).
Made it to our friend's 40th and ushered in the New Year with them then we got up the next day and put our new skis to the test at Mount Baldy.
Afterwards we stopped by a friend's cabin for an apres ski drink and they invited us to stay overnight. I love spending nights at a ski hill. The beer and snacks just taste better at higher elevations.
One of the best purchases we made over Christmas was Season Five of The Mary Tyler Moore Show. May seem unusual a choice of all that are available but we really enjoy watching it. I love the styles: butterfly colours, plad galore, polyester suits, horribly mismatched outfits, flared pants and typerwriters and rolodexes on desks
I've yet to proclaim resoltuions for this year even though it's new decade. I have a couple of things in mind but I'm keeping them to myself so if I fall short I don't feel as though I've failed.
As for my wife, well she signed up for another round of spin classes at the gym and that makes her happy. Tomorrow she's going to run the river channel with a friend. Then, games night with our other friends that married last year.
This weekend we might end up on the skill hill but the apres ski session may have to wait until we get home. Too bad we don't have a hot tub...