I’m not sure exactly what made me think of this today, but I’ve been meaning to write about it.

Childhood memories are often so very vague, but my memory of 9/11 is one of the sharpest.

I remember I was in junior high, and I was a little over a month away from turning 12.   The principle got on the announcements and told us that we were going into lock down, and reminded us that we were totally safe in this school.   Because they told us that we were safe, but not what from, or what was going on, we naturally assumed that we were not.   The rumor going around was that schools all over the country were getting bombed. 

After pulling two all-nighters in a row the last couple of days, I came home from class today and just passed out. I woke up from my epic nap at 10:00 and was absolutely starving. Being too hungry to wait to cook a real meal and not wanting to order in another dinner, I turned to that friend of the hungry student: ramen. 

When I was in high school, I had self-esteem issues. Some of them have carried on to the present, but not many. I like to think that I am a strong person now, but no one is perfect, right?

Growing up, I never really had a person to tell me the good things about myself.

As promised, we’ve been working on adding a search box to the private page…  you can see it in the upper left side of this preview screenshot:

While we were at it, we realized something kinda neat.  We could offer a theme-like system that lets you customize your private page.  You could easily add a header image, change the main colors, and tweak the links too – like in the following screenshot: 

A guy is your boyfriend if…

Sundays have become a sacred ritual for me.  It’s my weekly dinner with dad.  A lot of times he’ll be sitting by the living room window waiting for me.   As he gets ready to leave, I make sure he takes his cane along.  He hates the cane.  But some days he’ll just slip out the door and “forgot” about it.  Of course I’ll bring it along and he’ll grumble a bit.  I always walk beside him now.  He knows our roles have reversed.  He’s already told me he doesn’t want to be a burden.  But I just go “Oh dad… don’t be silly.”  As he gets into my car,  I always put my hand over his head so he doesn’t hit the roof of the car when he gets in. 

He kills me sometimes when he times how long it takes to get to the restaurant and back.   Out of the corner of my eye, I’ll notice him just moving his sleeve to check his watch.

 ”That was at least a minute faster than before.” 
“Well uhm,  there wasn’t a lot of traffic.” 

So I was on facebook when I saw a group called Back in the 90’s or something like that lol and I was reading the list of things that were in the 90’s and some pictures of movies/tv shows and toys or stuff that we had when we were growing up in the 90s. 

Dear Future Rad-Awesome-Kick-Ass-Nintendo-Freak Husband,

I want to think your name is something beautiful but I can’t be so sure. I want to think you’re very tall but, odds are, you aren’t. Anyway, I am not writing to you to ask your name or even what it is you look like so I will know you the moment I see you. The real reason I am is so I can tell you that I am no longer waiting for you. 

In this harsh economic climate, it can be very difficult for a man to spoil his woman the way she deserves to be spoiled. A compassionate woman will roll with the punches and be understanding of the situation, but who’s to say when that compassion is being taken advatage of? Recession or not, some guys are just plain old cheapskates.

The difference between broke guys and cheapskates is all about attitude and gestures.