NPR’s Only a Game story on the 24 Hours of Lemons offers an explanation to the previously posted picture.
And last weekend was the 24 Hours of Lemons, Rod Blagojevich Never Say Die 500.
Dave would like to write the official post about this, in which I’m sure he will try to convince you that this is a normal sport that rational wives should fully support. The only pieces of evidence that I will present to the contrary are this picture…
And the fact that our racing team will be featured on an upcoming NPR show on crazy sports.
Dave, your move.
Ok. I’m starting to feel better and get back into the swing of things again. I did go back to work last week, of course, but I didn’t win any awards for productivity. Not that my job regularly passes out awards for anything, but you get the point.
I mostly have my voice back, and my cough is getting better every day. I’m still tired a lot, but I’m taking it easy.
All the horrible things you hear on the news about swine flu…you should believe them.
Dave gets some major extra credit husband points for putting up with me these last couple weeks. He has been exceptionally patient and kind.
Thanks for taking such great care of me Dave! And thank God you didn’t get it.
Everyone knows that I like it when Dave shaves. Yes, yes, part of this has to do with kissing. It’s true. Nobody likes a scratchy kiss. But part of why I like to see Dave clean-shaven is because I like the way it looks. I think that he looks cleaner, neater and less shady. Not that my husband is shady, but you understand. My opinion on facial hair, however, does not just apply to Dave.
I would like to present a few pieces of evidence in support of my opinion that all guys look better clean-shaven…
Exhibit A – This is my brother, Michael. Don’t be scared. He really is a nice guy under all that scruff. This picture was taken a few years ago on St. Patrick’s Day. This was the very day that he skipped around the local grocery store, dressed as a leprechaun, singing “Where are me Lucky Charms? They’re Magically Delicious!” Like I said, he is a very nice young man under all the hair…and comedy!
Exhibit B – Michael has recently shaved and cut his hair. He sent me this picture and an e-mail the other day saying, “Blog about this.” Well, ok. He cleans up nicely, no?
A couple of years ago, Michael and I spent the summer together in Chicago. Good times were had by all. He slept on my futon. I charged him rent. He has yet to forgive me for that. Anyhow, that summer I lined up a temp job for him at a law firm in the suburbs somewhere. I made him shave and wear a suit for his first day on the job. He walked into the law firm and all the attorneys were wearing blue jeans and sporting facial hair. I believe one of the attorneys actually said, “Oh, look how cute you are in your suit. You can take off your jacket and tie now.” He has also yet to forgive me for that.
Maybe he will forgive me for this?
Santa Clause didn’t know that Dave had his arm in a sling when he put a Wii under the Christmas tree. But a sling didn’t stop my husband from playing the Wii left handed.
The day after Christmas, we did finally make it out of town to visit my family in Indiana. It was a nice, relaxing and quiet trip. Great presents were exchanged. My parents loved the wedding album we put together. And everyone tried their hand at a Wii Sport game. A few became fierce competitors. You can see here a picture of Dave and my sister, Morgan, competing in baseball while my brother, Michael, looks on.
Dave’s arm is doing better. The doctor pronounced it as seriously bruised. There is no lasting muscle, ligament or bone damage. It is still very sore, but should start to heal itself within two to three weeks.
Thank God it isn’t broken!
Oh, and Dave surprised me and shaved for the Christmas break. My Mom’s reaction when we walked in the door on Friday, “Oh, Dave, you look so young!”
I think I am losing the war.
I will confess, if you send me a chain e-mail about how I have to make seven wishes, say seven prayers and send another seven e-mails to seven people within seven minutes so that my seven wishes will come true…I will delete it. So how will I respond to the blogging equivalent?
Carrie, a friend of mine from college, “tagged” me with a Kreativ Blogger Award. Carrie is a newlywed herself who just celebrated her first wedding anniversary. Originally from Ohio, Carrie and her husband, Shawn, now live in the Pacific Northwest.
“What is a Kreativ Blogger Award?” you might ask. Basically, I blog about six things that make me happy, and then ask six of my favorite bloggers to do the same. It gives me a reason to share a few things on the blog and gets me in touch with other bloggers. I think that if I am going to be a real blogger, I should sit down and accomplish the task at hand.
Six things that make me happy:
- Seeing Dave happy – Not the kind of happy my husband gets from playing hours of video games or from dreaming of going to race car driving school, but the kind of happy I can see in Dave’s eyes and know that he is happy to be married to me…that makes me happier than I anything I can think of.
- Entertaining – I will cook you something from scratch and I will get you drunk. It makes me very happy to combine my love of cooking with my love of family and friends. Anyone want to come over?
- Accomplishing something big at work – I work hard and I am proud of the work that I do. This is not, however, a professional blog.
- Looking at old pictures – I framed 120 of my favorite old pictures from my family and from Dave’s family and used them as decoration at the wedding. It makes me happy to remember all the good times we have both had and the family and friends who helped us get here. You can see above one of my favorite old pictures of me and my Dad.
- Coming home to a clean apartment – Not that I have a clean apartment at the moment to reference, but it makes me happy when I come home from vacation, from work or even from errands to a clean and clutter free space.
- Chicago – Yes, we have corrupt politicians. Sure, the taxes are really high. Of course, the Cubs did not win this year. Chicago makes me happy just the same. The vibrant culture, the good Midwest people and the endless opportunities all come together to make Chicago one of the best cities in our country.
Now I have to “tag” six of my favorite bloggers to answer the same question. Since I don’t actually know six bloggers that well, I am just going to pick two who actually know that I read their blogs.
- My sister, Amy, who is a blogger and photographer extraordinaire.
- My sister-in-law, Mrs. Pickles, who blogs about her baby pickles.
What other blogs should I know about?
I would be horribly remiss if after all these honeymoon posts I did not share a picture of Dave (almost) clean-shaven. Dave and I have known each other for some ten plus years. We were friends in college and kept in touch over the years, only to start dating in 2006. I have always known him to have facial hair. He says that a goatee makes him look “older” and “well distinguished”. And although Dave swears that he was clean-shaven for a short period of time in college, I don’t remember what he looked like back then.
I wanted him to shave.
As the story goes, he promised to shave for our wedding if I watched every single episode of Star Wars. As you can see from the previous wedding post, I did not complete this task. Actually this epic quest for a clean-shaven groom came to an end right as the Episode 4 original VHS tape came to an end.
I married him anyway. He married me anyway! And he shaved for the honeymoon…and only the honeymoon.
Surely I can get enough support from the new readers of this blog to convince Dave to do it one more time?