Friday, February 27, 2009
I refer to Norman Chow, the once offensive coordinator for the football team of my - and Tarzan's - alma mater. Then he chose to leave us for a professional team in The Deep South and I was sad but whatever, change of pace, new life, WAY more money, blah, blah, blah. THEN - and this was a big then - he returned to the world of college football...wait for it - for our biggest rivals. Bonus being that we share the town with our biggest rivals AND that's the school ATL is attending. Ah, the irony.
Amusing story, Norm - we call him Norm - was the guest speaker at a dinner/lecture thing this evening at ATL's school, so Tarzan and I, all decked out in our best red and gold gear, trooped across town so we could listen and maybe heckle just the teeniest bit.
Turns out Norm is a classy guy. We weren't hard to miss, matching jackets and all, but he stopped by our table, said hello, commented on the jackets and shook our hands. During the Q&A Tarzan, thinking he would be funny - I thought he'd provide them reason to stone us - asked how it felt to be working for the rivals of a team he spent so much time working with and building (that would be our team). I felt that Norm handled it well - whether it was true or not - when he said it was more about the relationships between the people and less about what team it was. Football is just a game (there were a few gasps from the crowd) and it's the interactions that are most important. That was well put, and I don't believe he was being sarcastic nor pandering to the audience. I think he meant it.
This is me, getting some football in the off season.
(Not that anyone was counting but Norm DID mention a lot of people from USC and not so many from his current employer.)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
This is me, taking only eight years to change my mind.
Monday, February 23, 2009
They're calling me "Momma O'Grady" now.
Which is sweet but also a little weird. I dropped some snacks off after school today as I was running errands and they all - ALL - wanted to give me a hug. I'm not the sort who makes friends on the spur of the moment, nor did I ever envision myself with a fan club. What do I do with them now? I hadn't planned on going from childless to teenagers overnight.
This is me, with groupies.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
These are supposed trivial questions about you and your spouse.
What are your middle names?
Mine is the same as my mother's mother and Tarzan's is a family name from a few generations and dozens of countries ago.
How long have you been together?
We've been married eight years and we were engaged for a year and we dated for another year, so I guess that makes ten. Dang.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Officially? Probably a year, but Tarzan says he started pursuing me almost as soon as we met. He's so cute that way. Seeing as I had to dare him to kiss me the first time.
Who asked whom out?
Depends on how you consider...nah, he asked me. I was totally hung up on some other guy at the time and didn't even think of it as a date until we were in the middle of it.
How old are each of you?
I am 32 and Tarzan is 33. He's about 18 months older than I.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
My first impression is to say his, they travel a lot and often stop by The Jungle on their way to other places, but there are more of mine and they mostly live near here, so maybe we see mine more?
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
My gut says the not having kids thing, since we both want them, but that's not hard on us as a couple - it's just hard. I guess it's the same as for most other couples - lack of time together. Tarzan is crazy busy and even though I help as much as I can, if he's got to teach, or go to a chess tournament or an academic decathlon event, he has to go. And I will see him when he gets back. Unless he falls into bed, dead tired. Then I will see his hair and maybe his feet. Sticking out of the blankets on a bed that isn't long enough for him.
Did you go to the same school?
We went to the same college - Fight On! - and it makes for a very united front when we watch games at other peoples' houses.
Are you from the same home town?
We are from practically opposite hometowns. My home town was a very humid, flat, sea level place in the Frozen North - and I do mean frozen. Tarzan is from the high altitude, so dry your lips fall off after a few hours because there is no air up there, Rockies with the ski resorts.
Who is smarter?
Tarzan - though it may depend on the subject matter. He is way better at interpolation and he reads much faster than I do. But I like to think I can catch him in the memory department, with the remembering of what we were talking about yesterday stuff.
Who is the most sensitive?
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
It's hard to pick a "most" eating establishment, we are lucky to have so many in The Jungle, and they are all awesome. Our favorites; The Melting Pot, California Pizza Kitchen, Yokohama, Chipotle and/or the Szechwan Restaurant.
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Mexico. I know, we don't get out enough.
Who has the craziest exes?
Probably me, since darling Tarzan only has the one. The only other girl he dated with real intent was the summer he MISTAKENLY thought I broke up with him. And I wouldn't call my ex-boyfriends crazy...there were just significantly more of them. Some less sane than others, true. But I speak to most of them once or twice a year.
Who has the worst temper?
Definitely me. Well, I have the loudest temper. Tarzan's is a simmering rage, mine involves yelling and throwing things. Good thing we aren't mad all that often.
Who does the cooking?
Oh I do. Other than the microwave, we don't let Tarzan mess around in the kitchen.
Who is the neat-freak?
Again, I don't think I am a freak, though I certainly put things away more often than Tarzan does. I like to have a neat house, but unless company is coming, I don't flip if there are socks on the floor.
Who is more stubborn?
Who hogs the bed?
Tarzan would say I do, but it's just the fact that he tucks the blankets under his chin and then ROLLS over and ALL the covers end up on his side, so I HAVE to scoot over or I'd freeze.
Who wakes up earlier?
Definitely Tarzan. Jane is just NOT a morning person.
Where was your first date?
My apartment I think. He used to make dinner on Sunday afternoons for me...well he would bring the ingredients and I would make dinner on Sunday afternoons. The first time we went out was to a movie at the $3 theater on campus. I really miss that theater.
Who is more jealous?
Oddly enough, I am. Not that either of us get all stalky and read the other's emails or get mad at an attractive co-worker. Tarzan's just more mellow - and a little oblivious - so it doesn't bother him.
How long did it take to get serious?
Tarzan says he was always serious but I think it wasn't until we kissed and he didn't die from the exchange of germs that he really started thinking about it as more than just a fling.
Who eats more?
Tarzan, no question. He loves his food, but he has really odd eating habits. He does not eat breakfast, lunch is inhaled in 10 minutes and then dinner depends on the meetings that night or whatever. I often wonder if I am really that good a cook or if he even tastes what goes down.
Who does the laundry?
I do, though Tarzan helps with the folding ever since he freaked when I folded his socks together IN PAIRS. It seems they fraternize in the night and it's every sock for itself.
Who's better with the computer?
I am more gentle with and interested in fixing a computer problem, but am also more oblivious to what might cause a problem and therefore need more help in the fixing. Tarzan is work it until it drops and then get a new one.
Who drives when you are together?
Tarzan, unless he's tired or sick and needs me to drive. I will say, we get there faster when I drive.
This is me, with what appears to be a balanced relationship.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I did get to see an ancient episode of MacGyver which reaffirmed my love of Richard Dean Anderson - who has aged well, don't you think? - so it wasn't all bad.
This is me, a hitman in the Mafia.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Best. Shopping. Trip. Ever.
Because IKEA is the greatest store ever - and because we had a gift card - we started there. This is the new desk chair:
It's a little tall for me, I feel like there's someone behind me all the time, so it will be the chair at Tarzan's desk but the best part is we paid less than half price for it! And the starting price was 10% of the Aeron chair, so yay! Elated from that purchase we ventured out for lunch at Fuddruckers, which was one of our favorite places when we were in college. Good times.
After lunch we wondered through the adjacent mall, remembering - passed the pool parlor we frequented before they raised the age limit - and in one of the department stores we saw a really awesome dress. Tarzan had commented on the...age, shall we say...of the great dresses in my wardrobe. Now I don't usually buy dresses at the mall, because, they are WAY overpriced, BUT, as luck would have it, we had a gift card for the store it was in and this fabulous dress, hits me in all the right places, was bought for $7 dollars. SEVEN people, seven dollars. And it's red. The dress is red. So awesome. I need to find shoes to match but I know what I want, I just have to find the store that makes them.
THEN, because the day was not awesome enough, we browsed a $1 book store, stopped at Coldstone Creamery, because we had a coupon, and - some funky thing with said coupon - we got the ice cream for free!
Awesomest day. Just me and Tarzan, shopping, great deals, good food, awesome new dress, and did I mention that we were together ALL DAY? No other responsibilities, no time table. I think the last day we did that, was...our honeymoon? And we were sick then, so that doesn't count really.
This is me with the best day ever!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
So just in case you were worried, or some archaeologist 10,000 years in the future is having a brain aneurysm about why there's a gap of five - 5! - days in this narrative that he can't account for, I shall summarize it for you - and him - or her.
Wednesday was spent in preparation for Thursday. I suppose I could have blogged about vacuuming with my very nice vacuum but you've heard that before, and no one really cares about what cleanser I use for the kitchen sink. There was also some grocery shopping. Hoo-ah. (Additionally, this was only the first of the days I didn't post so the sense of urgency just wasn't there.)
Thursday was insane. There was the usual craziness of volunteering at the food bank/cannery in the East Jungle; people who don't come when their appointment is for, or come without one, or want things we don't have. I have a much greater respect for those who work in retail. I'm giving them FREE food and they can be kind of mean. Imagine if they had to pay for it. I didn't get out of there on time so I was a little late getting home, which normally wouldn't be a big deal, but THIS week Tarzan was having the Academic Decathlon team over for dinner precursor to their awards ceremony at the downtown Convention Center. I had "volunteered" to make dinner and help shuttle kids down - and then back to their homes - from the shin-dig. So, prepping the ingredients, actually making the dish - Tarzan's favorite, Mandarin Orange Chicken - and then being all hostess-y for these smart but very urban teenagers. I think I am officially a fogey now; as in old fogey. I couldn't understand half of what they were saying when they talked to each other - they were very polite to me - the kid's slang these days is totally foreign. We ate and chatted a little and then they played Trivial Pursuit for a bit until it was time to leave. They do like Tarzan though. It's almost like he's one of them. Well, an older, more mature one of them; a less crude and profane one of them. They respect him in an urban, ghetto kind of way. The only down side of the evening was the length of the awards ceremony. On a school night the thing lasted nearly three hours - and then we had to get the kids all home again. I don't know about them but I was exhausted by the time we made it to bed.
On Friday I was late getting started and it was raining really hard. I don't ever remember the rain pounding like it did as I was driving over to have lunch with Cogent. Then it stopped suddenly and the sun came out for the rest of the day. Weather is so weird. I had a bunch of errands in the afternoon - getting my mom's vacuum repaired, and ultimately replaced so I could take it out to them Saturday.
Because he would be working and I was going to be out of town, Tarzan and I had a pre-Valentine's dinner at - you can probably guess - The Melting Pot. I thought it might be too decadent to go again so soon but the man was insistent. And I have to say, it was, as always, impressive. For dessert we were daring enough to order the Cherries Jubilee fondue, which they set on fire at your table. I thought their other desserts were good. But. Oh. My. Gosh. Was that the most fabulous thing I have ever eaten? I think so.
Yesterday was, of course, Valentine's Day but rather than spending the day catering to Tarzan's every wish I was out in The Desert helping my youngest brother with a school project. It seemed a little odd for a health class to assign a multi-media project but whatever. So we shot some videos and edited out a cute little All-About-Me sort of thing. It did take some time though. I left here shortly after 8am, got there at 10, left there shortly after 8pm and got home around 10. Poor Tarzan. He had to work, fetch ATL for laundry night AND feed himself. It's a good thing Monday is a holiday. I can make up for his spending Valentine's Day alone.
Today - Sunday - which is always a busy day, was quite calm in comparison. Thank goodness.
So that's what I've been doing - not too exciting really. What can I say?
This is me, with the update.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Which choice better defines you?
Pick your answers then pass it along to 20 girlfriends, or however many you want - including me if you want to - and let's see how much we have in common!
1. Mountains or beach? Beach
2. T.V. or books? Depends I suppose, on the book and/or the show
3. Vampire or werewolf? Werewolf
4. Disneyland or Six Flags? Disneyland
5. Bath or Shower? Shower
6. Pedicure or Massage? Massage
7. Cook or reservations? I guess that depends on where and what
8. Biography or fiction? Fiction
9. Prince or cowboy? Prince probably - depends on the Prince of what?
10. Pool or ocean? Ocean
11. Wine or beer? Beer of course, root beer!
12. Red or pink? Red
13. Shooting range or theater? Theater
14. Coffe or tea? Neither, unless I wasn't a good Mormon girl and then it would be tea, iced.
15. Suntan or sunscreen? Can't one have both?
16. Flowers or chocolate? Flowers
17. Video games or board games? Depends on which of which
18. Steak or chicken? Steak
19. Skirt or jeans? Jeans
20. Cook or clean? Cook
This is me, this type of girl.
Monday, February 09, 2009
This is me, with a sick Tarzan.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
I was also glad for Target's penchant for jumping the gun holiday style. Despite Valentine's Day being in a week, the first thing to assault our eyes when walking through the automated front doors was a sea of green and sparkly. I do love me some green and sparkly. All the St. Patrick's Day stuff was out and I could not have been happier. We bought some silly glasses for another sister, tried on many hats that have nothing to do with the Emerald Isle other than the color scheme and I got this for our dining room-that's-really-a-hall between the living room and kitchen:I don't know if it's inherently Irish either, but it's a nice sentiment and just what I needed to hear yesterday.
This is me, glad for some retail therapy.
Friday, February 06, 2009
I cut the orange tree WAY back too. The big wavy branch that was threatening to topple the whole thing over had to come out:
(I apologize for the Christmas lights, they're not ours, but they make it into nearly every picture.) The succulents do really well, and I suspect that's because I never mess with them:
This is me, my green thumb is apparently a little bit brown and a little bit blue...maybe some yellow and red too.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
I will post the yard post, I promise but Tarzan and I are having a miscommunique and it sucks and makes me exhausted.
Hopefully tomorrow is better.
This is me, tired.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
This is me, frustrated.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
This task is to compile a list of your 25 favorite songs. These are songs that you cannot live without. They are songs that have made you who you are. They make up the sound track of your life. They are the songs that you would want with you on a deserted island. These are...okay, you probably get the idea by now.
Once you have the list, tag 25 friends and share it with your world. Then, of course, your friends do the same.
By the way, it would be great to share the name of the artist.
Here is my list (in no particular order, because that would be impossible)
Though I may find selecting ONLY 25 songs to be impossible. I listen to and love a lot of music. How does one choose which song from Wicked is the best song? The whole musical changed my life. And I too have to save #4 because, well, it's awesome.
1. For Good, Wicked (the Broadway Musical)
2. This Is The Moment, Jekyll & Hyde (the Broadway Musical)
3. I Am Woman, Helen Reddy
4. November Rain, Guns 'N Roses
5. Standing Outside The Fire, Garth Brooks
6. Pour Some Sugar On Me, Def Leppard
7. You're The Inspiration, Chicago
8. Pomp And Circumstance, Edward Elgar
9. Jumpin' Jack, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
10. Fever, Peggy Lee
11. Separate Ways (Worlds Apart), Journey
12. Dancing Queen, ABBA
13. Jupiter, Gustav Holst
14. If I Had A $1,000,000, Barenaked Ladies
15. Marble Halls, Enya
16. It's Raining Men, The Weather Girls
17. You're Still You, Josh Groban
18. Oh L'Amour, Erasure
19. Black Velvet Band, The Irish Rovers
20. I Write The Songs, Barry Manilow
21. Stone In Love, Johnny Mathis
22. The Sound Of Silence, Simon and Garfunkel
23. Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring, Johann Sebastian Bach
24. Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy, Big & RIch
25. America, Neil Diamond
Since I got chided the last time for no tags, I will include some. There will not be 25 - I don't think I know 25 bloggers - and don't feel you have to, only if you like memes, music and me. Therefore: RHM, Rocketgirl, Elizabeth, Keah, Juliann, Phatfiddle, QC and Lola.
This is me, with my favorite songs. Honorable mention goes to Kristin Chenoweth, Stephanie J. Block, The Carpenters, Reba McIntyre, Yanni, Joan Baez, The Bangles, Idina Menzel, Elvis and John Denver - there just wasn't room for them all.