Sexy Music Showdown

So, from the ultimate in the spouse wars category, the wife and I have started https://www.facebook.com/SexyMusicShowdown">Sexy Music Showdown
. We're having quite a bit of fun with it, but there are certain complications that arise on occasion.
Today's category was "Predict a song the other would find sexy." I decided to go with Faith Hill - Breathe, so I win. She...had a bit more trouble finding a song.

Quoth the Space Monkey: "I'm trying to find music you would think is sexy...and it's making my face hurt!"

She settled on Bon Jovi - Born to Be My Baby. She's good...with my help she could be better.

Rule the World Redux

On this, the day of my birthday celebration (observed...the real thing is Tuesday), I thought it might be nice to start blogging again. At least mini-blogging (which is more than micro but less than macro...so, just...blogging?).

The Space Monkey went into the kitchen just a few minutes ago and started singing, "Welcome to your life...." This caused her to pause, turn and glare at me through the kitchen wall.

"Great! Now I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head because of you."

It's true, she talks with links.

My work is done here.

Amnesty

I am a New Jersey Devils fan.

And I support Steve Bernier.

It is my hope that any other Devils fans who come across this post will be able to say those same two sentences with me.

I've had time to think. I've read the reports, how his teammates, his coach, and his GM told him they didn't blame him. I've heard his explanation that answered my incredulous initial question when I saw his hit on LA's Rob Scuderi in Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Finals: "What was he thinking?!"

And I debated how I felt about that.

Then I read how Bernier felt about the fan support on returning to Newark, and I realized something vitally important that I would encourage all Devils fans to remember.

We're too good not to forgive him.

To Absent Companions

Pyrrhic Victory

So, when I said one blog post per week, apparently I meant one blog post per quarter.

Over the months, the Space Monkey and I have had this on-going argument about her keeping her feet up on the dashboard. I'm not a fan, not because of her feet but because of toe-prints on the windshield and how they make that sector of the windshield virtually useless at night.

And because of the potential she might accidentally crack the windshield.

Like this.

The Sugar Packet Diaries: Home Invasion

So it's March now. After 121 days straight of blogging, I've decided to slow down. From now on I think I'll try to focus on one or two quality posts a week.

Last weekend we went out of town, as I've previously discussed. When we returned home, the following took place on Facebook.

In case you're wondering, the Treacherous House-Sitter is also the Defense Against the Language Arts Teacher.

Driven

Yesterday, as I drove to work, I thought about all the construction in Northern Virginia and the progress they're making on it near where I work. I thought, "I wonder what this will look like when this is done." Then I realized something.

It'll never be done.

Source: Cracked

It's not that that particular construction zone is like the construction on the Baltimore Beltway that no one ever seems to see taking place. I've seen them working on it. They're almost done by the looks of it.

With the part they're working on right now.