Byron's Top Ten

Sure, every wife could go on about the wonderful man they married. But I have a blog, and I have proof that my husband is the best. To wit:

10. He lets me call him silly nicknames, such as Mr. Whiskers, and he doesn't get mad.
9. He eats whatever I make without complaining, even nasty chicken ratatouille. He even eats vegetables. A big bowl of spinach with some dressing on top? A snack for Mr. Whiskers.
8. Byron likes to vacuum. I hate to vacuum.
7. He's patient. I can ask him ten times if he likes dark chocolate and he patiently answers yes every single time.
6. He doesn't snore.
5. Byron has his temper under control. I have seen him yell once and that was at his uncle who totally deserved it. Now, if only he can teach me his zen ways...
4. He has a wickedly dry sense of humour. His giggles are worth sticking around for.
3. Byron loves me just as I am. Every inch of me. He doesn't ask for more or demand there be less.
2. Byron is a cuddler. His hugs are better than anything else in this world. His kisses are even better than that.
1. He came to see Jay-Z with me. He hates Jay-Z and rap music.

Can you beat that? Byron is a great husband, a good man and he'll be a great father someday.

I wonder if he likes dark chocolate?

Gushingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS

Commuters

I should start a series on the weird things I see on my daily commute to work.

Such as....

This morning I saw a girl wearing a skirt, no tights and sandals. It was -7 outside. -7 is balmy for February in Edmonton. I think I've been living on borrowed time for not wearing a hat this week. But sandals? Don't be stupid! At least she wasn't bare on the bottom with a proper winter jacket on top - that's my personal fave. She was wearing a sweater. If you're going to dress inappropriately for the weather, then go whole hog and be inappropriate from head to toe.

Silly girls. I wanted to slap her and send her home.

Motheringly Yours,
xoxoSallyS

Stupidity

I watched a girl on the bus this morning apply eye make up. She lined her eyes and applied mascara to her lashes on a bumpy bus that made several stops. It was the stupidest thing I have ever watched on a bus. I was waiting for her to poke herself in the eye. I sort of wish she did, just to teach a lesson.

Then, she bopped her head and mouthed words along to songs on her iPod. She also crossed herself like a Catholic several times. Perhaps she was unhinged.

Her make up, by the way, was far too heavy. Not Ke$ha heavy, but too heavy for a Tuesday morning bus ride.

Etiquettely Yours,
xoxoSallyS

In Praise of HydraSense

Byron and I had nasty colds last week. It was a sea of used kleenex and Fishermen's Friends in the house. At night, we'd get stoned on Nyquil and spend a fitful night trying to sleep.

The I saw an ad for HydraSense. And our world was changed. Well, mine was. Byron's not a convert yet.

It's salt water you jam into your nose and sinuses and it flushes out the gross stuff. I love it! It feels unnatural having water flushed into your nose, but once you blow and all the nastiness comes out, you feel so much better. And you can breathe again.

The taste and sensation of water up my nose reminds me of swimming in the ocean when I was a kid. Happy memories AND a clear nose? What's not to love about HydraSense?

Nasally Yours,
xoxoSallyS

Pony Hat

I saw a man on the street today with a hat on. An ugly orange skull cap. What made the hat weird was the wee little hole in the back, near the nape of his neck. It made room for his ponytail, like the hole at the back of a ball cap but way tinier.

Now THAT is dedication to the man-ponytail.

Ain't nothin' gonna mess his pony up.

I kind of want one. But not in orange.

Covetingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS

Think things through out loud!

A local radio station is having some douchey Valentine's Day pub crawl. It's with the morning hosts, Pepper and Dylan. The event is called ... wait for it... P&D's VD. *sigh* Did ANYONE at the station think this one out loud? Oh. They probably did and think it's hysterical. Silly moi.

It reminded me of a contest on the noon show at CBC years ago. It was held in the summer. Callers were asked to call in and name the song that was being hummed. That gem was called the "Summer Hummer". When I heard the name, I burst out laughing, and no one at the station knew why. The middle-aged producers were unaware of the true meaning of a hummer.

Think, people, think!

Dismayingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS

To Spawn or Not To Spawn

I have been married for more than a year now, and I guess people were giving us some time before we got down to business. No one mentioned babies before now. Well, except for my father-in-law at our reception. After several glasses of my famous Flirtini, he got tipsy, grabbed my arm and with watery eyes told me he wants to be a grampy. Who can say no to that?

We could.

Babies have been on our minds well before the wedding. We knew we wanted some, but weren’t sure when the right time is. And we’re still not. Is anyone? We have goals, such as buying a house and Byron finishing school to think of before we bring a baby on the scene. When is the right time!?!?!

Well, according to family and friends, 2010 is.

It started this fall when some former colleagues and friends found out we were house-hunting. In emails they would tell me to buy a house big enough to fill with “little Stuikes”. Then my aunt gave me a birthday card that wished me luck in “planning” the coming year. I joked with her and asked if she was telling me to have a baby. She giggled and said yes. My sister’s gotten in on the baby-urging, too. And just the other week, some co-workers asked me point blank if we were trying for a family.

Surprisingly, my mother has been silent on the subject. And she’s the one I figured would be most vocal! Everyone else, it seems, has an opinion on when we should have a child and when we should start trying. But my mother, who has an opinion on everything else is silent. Maybe George and Evelyn, and Dave and Nicole’s baby in May is keeping her busy?

For the record… it’s no one’s business. When we’re ready, we’ll tell people.

Does anyone else have people prying into their bedroom antics? Is anyone else getting conception questions? Is this, like a wedding registry, a passage of marriage?

Non-Conceivingly Yours,

xoxoSallyS