Today my husband wanted to go to the Wisconsin State Historical Museum to see the new bicycle exhibit.  (He's a competitive road bike racer.)  So we headed downtown to the museum.  We searched the museum for about 30 minutes.  No bikes.  We went to the information desk to find out where the exhibit was located and we were told that the exhibit doesn't open until Tuesday.  Of course it doesn't, because my husband made the plan.  It wasn't a wasted trip; we learned how to build a wigwam.

The exhibit apparently has a bike that Lance Armstrong rode.  You could see the excitement in my husband's eyes when he heard about that.  I'm afraid that being next to such a bike, my husband might actually become aroused.

Today my hubby was riding his bike and someone in a truck pulled up next to him and said, "Nice Spandex."   I told him next time that happens he should reply with, "Thanks, cutie."  No, I'm not trying to get my husband beat up; I just think it's funny. 

If you have a garbage disposal, it does not mean that you simply leave your half-eaten or otherwise discarded food in the sink.  There is not an arm that reaches out from the garbage disposal which pulls the food in and cleans out the sink.  I state this simply because my husband seems to be disposal challenged, and there could be others out there like him.  Throwing food in the sink and leaving the kitchen is not the acceptable use of a garbage disposal.

 

Let's review:

1.  Push food into hole in sink (provided you have a disposal, otherwise please do not attempt this);

2.  Turn on faucet;

3.  Turn on garbage disposal;

4.  Check to make sure all food is down; and

5.  Get the hell out of my kitchen.

 

[The picture below is a reenactment.]

Here's a new twist on public displays of affection...

 

Happy Anniversary!  Thanks for the past two years--they have been wonderful!  Yes, I would do it all over again. 

Love you! 

I know you were all thinking “Wow, where can I get this hottie’s phone number?”  But the truth is:  I’m married.  Yes, that’s right.  Married.  And on most days, happily married.    

My husband read my blog the other night (thanks, honey!) and was concerned that my Web site was some sort of personal/dating thing.  I don't know how he came up with that, other than the site has my picture and my age.  I guess he didn't notice the part in my profile that says I'm married.  Also, if I had been looking to make this a “personal ad” I would have included a picture of myself with a little less baby, and a little more, ah, photo editing.

I can vaguely see his point.  I’ve been cruising around these MSN spaces the past couple of days in my free time (all five minutes of them), and many “spaces” seem to be populated by teenage girls showing pictures of themselves clad in bikinis.  Ah, to be young.  (I hate them.)  I can only assume these young “ladies” are searching for men on the Internet (which is, of course, the best place to find a nice, decent guy).

In review:  My “space” is about raising a baby and the wonderful/awful/silly things that happen during the day while I’m home with baby.  No singles in bikinis here!  Sorry.  Because let me tell you, I’m HOT.  No, literally, I’m hotter than hell.  Stupid summertime heat.