Since it's our 1st anniversary tomorrow, I thought it would be appropriate to do a recap of our first year as a married couple. For all you 'guys': Try and view this a sports highlight reel. For all you 'ladies': View this as a slow motion romantic reunion of a middle aged couple on a beach in a movie.
I thought I would maybe pair these 'recaps' with a little tidbit I've learned along with these experiences. (Feel free to click on the link to read the blog post to go with each tidbit)
1. Husbands absolutely HATE putting up Christmas decorations prior to December 1st.
2. Husbands can actually tune out things their wives say that would, in fact, be categorized as 'ridiculous'.
3. Husbands have more tolerance for government workers.
4. Husbands are not the only ones who forget anniversaries.
5. Husbands can, indeed, like IKEA given that they're taken at the appropriate time of day.
Cheers to continuous learning for the next 50 years of my life!
I'm dedicating this post to one of my few, hmm...avid? readers. Randy.
However, I ran into a bit of a dilemma: what should I write about. So I took a moment (as in a literal moment) and decided it should fall under the realm of one of these categories. The educational system. Hunting. Or pig roasts. Sadly, pig roasts are obviously out because of my last post. So I'll just cover the other two to compensate.
Hunting
I have little experience with this subject. Although, I have shot several guns: 12 gauge, .410, .22, and a pellet gun (if that even counts). I accept hunting as a means to fill my freezer; however, I don't like imagining shooting a victim that is completely oblivious to their unfortunate fate. (Blech, say that sentence ten times fast) So all I will say about this topic is regarding the Olympic event involving a very elegant sport (cross-country skiing) and a very NOT elegant sport. In the words of Jerry Seinfeld: "Cross-country skiing and shooting. Why not make it the breaststroke and strangle a guy?"
The Educational System
I present to you a timeline of the way a student sees their principal throughout their years of public schooling.
Kindergarten: The President.
Grade 3: The guy who can't sing the national anthem in tune every Monday.
Grade 6: The guy who sent me home to watch TV for three days because I kicked a soccer ball out the window.
Grade 9: The guy who sent me home to watch TV for three days because he caught me tee-peeing his car.
Grade 12: The guy who's signing the papers to get me the heck outta here.
Randy, you know I was never this student. Just thought I would remind you, as you may be my future employer.
