Valentines Come and Gone

Well Cupid's arrows are back in the quiver for the season and St. Valentines Day is behind us. I hope that my fellow husbands remembered the importance of the day and made the most of it.

Just this week my wife threw out the rose petals left from her bouquet of garden roses and popped the "I Love you" balloon that had miraculously retained both it's helium and buoyancy.

I have been muddling along husband-wise lately. Both of us are doing what we can for ourselves physically as we hunt (seemingly in vain) for an opportunity at employment.

Most of my day is spent in attempting to regain lost funds in my modest stock trading account. Thus far I am still down considerably and working at making any small gains I can on a daily basis.

Vicki is waiting on word from her sister's work where there is a possibility of a job later in the spring. I pore over jobs boards and monster and jobbing.com and yahoo and whatever.

Is it just me or is there a lack of "real" jobs out there. A lot of what I see is just bullshit stuff.

I continue to think about and explore all legitimate methods of producing income.

Hope the world is treating you as well or better.

The Daily Husband

Are you sleeping?

When your wife asks you this a 1:00 AM it is rarely a good thing. Oh, I know it could be to get lucky, but usually it's something keeping her from sleeping that's on her mind.

Last night was just such a case. I came in to the bedroom at a little before one and we talked about getting up early today. (which we did) Then we kissed goodnight and settled in. Within just a few minutes came the question: "Are you sleeping?" Since I don't usually nod right off unless I've had an adult beverage or two the answer was already known, but she asked the question anyway.

"No, I'm not sleeping" I answered with a laugh. "Are we going to move the Armoire into the living room and bring ours in here when we get our stuff out of storage?" she asked. I couldn't help myself, I just started laughing. "You picked this time of night to ask that question?" I inquired. "Having some trouble getting to sleep are you?" I continued. "Well I was just thinking about where we're going to put all the stuff from the storage room" she said.

We discussed this some more and I tried my best to stop laughing at the incongruity of this particular discussion at this time of night, but it took a while. In the end we concluded with a discussion of George Carlin's bit about "a place to put my stuff." If you haven't heard it, check it out.



Now you know why I couldn't stop laughing for a while. We were doing a small part of the "a place to put your stuff" bit at 1:00 AM.

God I love that woman.

The Daily Husband

Monday Morning Quarterback

Well, here we are and we almost made it. Superbowl Champions that is. You know what I mean.

Our home team, the Cardinals, originally of Chicago, then St. Louis, and now Phoenix played better than expected by most and just not quite good enough to beat the favored Steelers.

We invited my wife's Mom and Dad to watch the game with us and ate a delicious turkey meal at half time. It differed from holiday fare only in the absence of cranberry sauce.

The first half was disappointing for the Cardinals and fans. The offense couldn't get it together. The interception at the goal line was a disaster. Coming out in the second half we didn't get any better till the 4th quarter and by then it was just a little too late.

Kudos to Fitzgerald, who did everything in his power to help his team. I felt let down by the coaches, both offense and defense, who were clearly out coached and out called for most of the game. Warner was a disappointment this game as well. And while we're at it, let's not forget the officials. This game had several picky and questionable calls, as well as two challenges won by the cardinals.

This won't go down as a great game, but it was interesting, entertaining, and for a while, we thought the Cards might pull it off.

I didn't watch a lot of football this year, but like most folks here in the valley, I rooted for the Cards during the playoffs and the Super Bowl. Like love, where it is better to have loved and lost than not at all; it's better to have played in the Super Bowl and lost than to have not made it to the big game.

Few will remember we made it this far in years to come, but for once in a long time, the Cards had a shot at the ultimate prize in their sport. Isn't that all you can really ask for?

The Daily Husband