Please hold on tightly to each other for the duration of the ride...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
New Year's Resolutions
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Getting closer
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Are we crazy?
Friday, December 19, 2008
Goofball
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Happy Twenty-Five!
It's my wife's birthday today. The big quarter century. I could do the husband thing and go on and on about how awesome she is and show pictures of all that stuff, but I thought I'd just post my favorite picture of her and me, and post a couple little poems I found on the internet that pretty much encapsulates how I feel. The first is anonymous but has some jokes I think she'll find funny.:
You say your wife is wonderful
She’s like no other kind
Her beauty’s so unparalleled
She makes most men go blind.
You say your wife is magical
Her every word’s a charm
She’s sculpted like angels
Blowing trumpets with one arm
You say your wife is talented
She cooks like Boyardee
Every bite is heaven sent
A five-star French cuisine
You say your wife so patiently
Looks after your five boys
They’re all so perfect, well-behaved
And love to share their toys
You say your wife is luminous
That she transforms a room
By waltzing in so gracefully
With only an old broom
You say your wife is pure and clean
She never passes gas
And rarely burps and couldn’t scream
(And always shaves her legs)
You say your wife is clever
And she has a rapist wit
When telling jokes at parties
She will put the guests in fits
You say your wife is number one
And I say that’s just fine
I only let you ramble on
Because you’ve not met mine.
The second is by Lord Byron:
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.