Fun Size Bytes
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Lindsay has been keeping track of my progress post-surgery. This was my latest update.
Here’s how it went:
Last night, I was doing my 2nd of 2 mandated daily “sinuses washes”, and I was just about to say (to myself, since I was the only one still awake) that I wasn’t sure I really needed the second wash, because it didn’t really seem to do anythi—”HOLY CRAP!”
The Wife got up out of bed to see if I was ok. Because I exclaimed so loudly from the bathroom that she was afraid something was wrong.
My only regret is not getting a picture, because damn it’s hard to express just how significant this particularly vile piece of former nasal tissue was.
(Just in case you thought this was going to turn into a serious “blog”.)
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At the ends of the ceremony, they had the graduates face the audience…
The Wife saw me, and I saw her.
She waved. I waved.
She blew me a kiss. I blew her a kiss.
I simulated gagging myself with my finger. She simulated gagging herself with her finger.
(At least, I think that’s what she was simulating.)
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I soooooo wish I was kidding
So I decided to try the yogurt, at least while I’m on the medication, and save the pills for afterwards to see if they work as well. I figure I might as well follow my doctor’s orders precisely while on the antibiotics.
MomOfWifeOfTJ has LadyPoopYogurt in the fridge, so I looked at them this morning. Peach and strawberry. I decided to try the strawberry.
About 5 minutes ago I decided it was time to stop putting it off, take my medicine, and eat the yogurt.
I opened the lid to the yogurt…
…and there was a hair.
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On Dec 17, 1992, The Girl Friend became The Girlfriend.
Exactly 2.5 years later (June 17, 1995) The Girlfriend became The Wife. We call 12/17 our “half anniversary.”
We were 19 when we started dating, 19 years ago.
It’s been wonderful, strange, joyful, and almost completely unpredictable. We’ve shared more laughs than I can remember, deeper sorrows than I ever expected, and more plot twists than a shelf of mystery novels. But there have been far more good days than bad, more smiles than tears, more memories I treasure than days I’d rather forget.
In the movie As Good as It Gets, Jack Nicholson’s character says to Helen Hunt’s: “You make me want to be a better man.”
For 19 years, she’s made me a better man, and made me want to be a better man.
Here’s to 19 more. And 19 more after that, and … well, by that point we’ll probably be old and senile, but I’ll take as many more as I can get.
TL;DR: Favorite part. Every day for 6,939 days. And counting.
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Grateful
I’m glad to be around those who love me even when I don’t.
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Every time I go out for pulp free orange juice I somehow come home with the one that has extra pulp.
Why do they even make “extra pulp”? That’s just nasty. Extra nasty.
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2011-06-30
My favorite part today was that The Wife returned from school only a few hours after she left for school.
This having-her-around-every-day thing is kind of nice.
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A post based on this: http://mattdoucette.com/post/6071275099
I have a high level of respect for you because you don't take your faith at face value. You question it and the way people use or abuse it. And you don't force it on anyone (I hope I am the same way).
I like you. You are cool.I’m answering this at 3:15 a.m. because it felt rude to ignore it, and yet uncomfortable to accept it.
I’m grateful for your compliment.
As someone who I know comes off too strongly too often and too easily, I’m glad that I can provide some “balance” to those who too often dominate religious-talk both online and off. I hope to do some more of it.
Thanks.
This post brought to you by “Warmfuzzy Wednesday”. And the letter G for Gross. As in “Feelings are Gross.”
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5 years ago this week.
Not much has changed.
Love you, babe.
TJ: Do I even have to say it?
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I’m not sure that you noticed this before, but this says here that G is going to be in the USA for three weeks.
I mean, I like D.C. and all that, but what on earth is he going to do for three weeks?
Oh, right.
Carry on, then.
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“Dinner, Tonight” - a one act play by TJ
- Take granola from cabinet
- Pour granola into bowl
- Add chocolate chips. A few more.
- Mix to ensure good granola-to-chocolate-chip-ratio
- Carefully add just enough milk so that the top layer of granola won’t be saturated but will be lowered into the milk as you scoop out the granola on the bottom with the spoon
- Put milk back in fridge even though your spouse isn’t here to see you remember
- Close up chocolate chip bag and stick it in the granola box, because, really, who are we kidding here, it’s not like I ever eat granola without adding chocolate chips
- Take 2 steps back to your room
- Eat a spoonful of cereal
- Walk back to kitchen sink
- Open mouth, allowing cereal to fall from your mouth into the sink (be sure to use the side that has the disposal!)
- Open fridge
- Confirm that yes the milk is very expired
- Pour milk down sink
- Pour cereal down sink
- Pour a glass of chocolate milk instead
(Step 16 will take place in an hour when I realize that I’m hungry and wonder why and then remember that I didn’t actually eat anything because it was too gross after a mouthful of spoiled-milk-cereal to think about eating.)
BTW - the chocolate milk expires on the same day my thesis draft is due. Anyone want to take bets which I finish first?
p.s. — sorry ladies, I’m taken.
