Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Sixteen candles

Today marks the sixteenth anniversary of my first date with my husband. He made me spaghetti. Out of a package, it's true, but it was good, it was surprising, it was served on actual china in a dining room free of his four roommates, and it was prescient. For sixteen years, he's been good, surprising, considerate, and mindful of my sensibilities. He's given me - no lie - the best years of his life so far, three terrific kids, a huge amount of patience, and the honor of his trust. I've tried to give him the same - not as successfully, I'm sure, since I'm patience-challenged, but the intent has always been there.

Husband, it's been a good sixteen years. I hope you're up for another round.

21 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dubya talks to God every day, this morning He said "Leave my birds alone, assholes!"

Jamie said...

Wow, that was apropos.

Don't make me post on the stupid birdshot thing. It's boooooring.

Anonymous said...

It's a lot of things, but it sure ain't boring.

Jamie said...

Thanks for hijacking my public declaration of devotion to my husband.

Enlighten me: how is a minor hunting accident, duly reported to the police, not boring? Cheney was involved. But Cheney was not injured. His ability to discharge his official duties is unimpaired. (If this weren't true, then it'd be important news.) The "victim" is in the hospital because he suffered a silent heart attack sometime after catching the birdshot. The "victim" is not a political enemy of Cheney. (If this weren't true, it might constitute a story, but the likelihood of Cheney's going on vacation to hunt with a political enemy and then shooting him or her exists only in the minds of conspiracy theorists.) A small-town reporter "broke" the story by dint of picking up her phone when Cheney's host called the paper to let them know. The reporter got a thrill when she got to call the White House. The White House press corps felt scooped (as indeed they were) and started making noises about "the public's right to know" and so on, visibly slavering for blood - either Cheney's or his "victim's", without once coming up with a believable reason for why the "public" has a "right to know" more than we already do know.

Boring. We already know what we have any right to know; the rest is the business of a few private citizens, one of whom happens to be the VP. When Cheney has surgery, it's actual news, because of that whole one-heartbeat-away thing; when Cheney accidentally peppers a friend with birdshot through the carelessness of his friend and, because hunting is an unforgiving sport, himself, it's unfortunate for both but not front-page material. Go elsewhere for your giggles on this one.

Sissy Willis said...

Happy Anniversary!

It sounds like a match made in heaven.

My husband and I chose Valentine's Day, too, and weve been at it now for 33 years. :)

Jamie said...

Thank you! And back atcha.

Anonymous said...

First of all I objected to the spaghetti then and I do object to it now. It should have been Tacos

How spaghetti gives us wisdom like: "anyone who has broken the law (Chenny to many times to count now) should be given a rope in jail to hang himself".

The world would be a better place without him. But not without you and the other guy.

Jamie said...

Wha?

Enough already, I'm going to start calling you "Bob." This is a name with a long tradition in the life of my family - it's what we name everything that comes to us without a name. My husband worked in Elko, NV, for a summer at a gold mine, and lived in a house with some indeterminate number of other summer hires; they had Bob the snake, Bob the lizard, Bob the unidentified-kind-of-bird, and Bob the cat, who ultimately came home with my husband and was a member of the household for another year before he was called home to cat heaven. While I was pregnant with our first child, I bought one of those "body pillows" to provide support to my burgeoning belly; we of course named it Bob, and it resided with us for too long. And now you.

What's your shelf life, Bob? Have I earned myself a pet? (I'd better come up with something to post, then.)

Gahrie said...

Bob the Troll

Anonymous said...

This is more fun then shooting a quail in a cage. No I am not a troll. But a long time listener first time caller. There are four clues to who I am in my only comment (#7). And if you think, Jamie you will get the deeper positive meaning. {Pot shot} But that would make you a Democrat {/Pot Shot} And here is another big clue "Don't call me Bob" he he he

Jamie said...

BTW, Gahrie, email me sometime - I have a question for you!

Jamie said...

Speak up, Bob. You're an old California friend or relative, maybe still living there although it's far from certain; you like my husband and you're reasonably approving of me; you don't proofread; you hate the Bushies rather than just disapproving of them; you know how to do this (<) and this (>) in Blogger and are familiar with the structure of HTML tags; you appear to think you're deep, but it might be helpful to try gearing your profundity to your reader rather than yourself. (The whole bit about spaghetti and wisdom and "Chenny" and hanging is meaningless to me, no matter what it means to you.) News flash: That description, sadly, fits more than one person in my life.

Give me more, or stick with Bob. But it's certainly gratifying to know that I have a reader! So, all snark aside, thanks for coming.

(While I have a couple of ideas, I'm not about to start the whole "Joe? No? ... Frank? Hmm... Al?" thing. It ill befits my dignity as owner of this blog, dangit.)

Anonymous said...

Jamie I don’t know what makes me sadder, being called a traitor, a Bush hater or the fact you can’t figure me out. This is a really sad day for me. Let me go in order: Yes (Plus), Love your Husband and you, No I do not proofread and frankly that is your biggest clue, “Bush Hater” (How tired) please that would be American to you, Yes I am very good at this and yes I know more then HTML, Yes I am deep (and you think so too), You are my reader and no one else. Since Blogger was not taking my log in I thought “let‘s have fun anonymous BLOG style”.

Your husband’s favorite place to eat in his post-collage apartment was this fish taco restaurant a few blocks from his place. “It should have been tacos” is a reference to two things one that I very much know your husband (for a long time) and very much like all things Mexican. The second line is a reference to a famous contentious dinner where politics was very much on the menu. In a way, I thought, this was the giveaway. Ladies and gentlemen, this was the money line from the evening, “They are in jail, would should give them a rope to hang themselves. It would just save us a lot of hassle”. Since your BLOG has taken a very unfortunate political position, I thought that in fun, the last line was to remind you of even though we see things differently that I love and miss you and “the other guy”, also I would like to let you know that I am proud to have been. at least I thought, an important part of that journey.

And the biggest clue of all “Don’t call me Bob” because… Ta daa Bob is another name for….

PS I have only commented twice (#7 and #10) of this post, I have not been any other “anonymous” posts.

Jamie said...

Yeah, Robert, you can come out now.

I figured it was probably you, especially with the "Bob" thing. But the spaghetti comment went right over my head until you brought it back to me - which is exactly what I was talking about: that an episode is strong in your memory doesn't imply that it's strong in mine!

The taco thing threw me off briefly because tacos are relatively tough to make veggie (but if you'd've said "carne asade me, baby," it would've been a dead giveaway, so fair enough).

Come on, admit it: you hate Bush. It's all right; you're among friends here. Friends who don't hate Bush, true, but friends nonetheless.

Read the next (extremely long) post, if you get a chance; I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Thom said...

dont know about how hard it is to make veggie tacos..... I just had several chicken potato tacos.... would have been great as just potato tacos.....

Anonymous said...

YES Its ME!!!! I was wondering if we were going to have to cancel the flight or not.
Blog commenter take four forms; the Me Too Sheep, the buy viagra crowd, the arrogant detached look at me's and the thoughtful contributors. I went with arrogant detached, hence the esoteric references.
Did I pull it off?
I will get my login setup again I don't know why it didn't work. Best to all.

I like potato tacos for the record. Lets leave it like that

Jamie said...

Hi, guys - when am I going to get some actual strangers to read my ruminations?

See, Thom, I would've gone with potato burritos, but potato tacos would seem as if I just didn't finish folding them, for some reason. OTOH, I do love a breakfast taco, which is easily made ovo-lacto-vegetarian, so maybe (probably) I'm just full of it.

Robert - "arrogant detached" sums up your whole worldview, doesn't it? ;-p I'm SO disappointed that I don't have a pet troll. Can I still call you Bob sometimes, just for grins?

Jamie said...

And may I add that my bozo - I mean "good and considerate" - husband STILL hasn't read this blogpost?

Anonymous said...

[Nemo] Whoa Bob is my father, the name is Robert, Dude [/Nemo]

But you can call me anytime baby

Jamie said...

Goodness, Robert, people will talk!

Thom said...

hmmm, I think it is time I start posting pictures on my website of how I remember Jamie..... hmmm, give me a second....