Metal Meredith

If you know me at all, you know that I am not a fan of the outdoors. I do not enjoy heat or glaring sun or humidity. I am not fan of the ocean or the sand it sits upon. Now that I sound like the most boring person on the planet, you will understand why my husband decided to take Vivienne on a weekend beach vacation this year. (Add in the Henry factor and I would be downright miserable. There is a very good chance that he will be as annoyed with heat and sun as I am.)

Last Thursday, the Dynamic Duo set out on a 4 hours drive to Nags Head, NC to stay with some friends. They stayed 2 full days and 2 full nights. Vivienne had a blast. She swam in the ocean, in the pool, played mini-golf, went on a fishing pier, played skee-ball (in the middle of the night!! - 9 P.M.), ate lots of ice cream and hot dogs, played in the sand, watched fireworks and trick kites, and didn’t miss me one bit.

In fact, when I asked her if she was ready to come home, she said “Not really.” When I told her Henry missed her and wanted someone to play with, she answered “Maybe you should call someone over for a playdate?” And when I told her I missed her and wanted to hug her, she reluctantly said o.k. and agreed to come home with Phil. Somehow, my mommy-addicted little girl that wouldn’t leave my side more than a month ago was nowhere to be found when sand and water are present. 

Phil surprised me this morning with a planned trip New York City and tickets to see Xanadu, (note, husband is a girl). He is just such a nice man and a good husband. You tell me who else’s husband would subject themselves to a play that’s been called “A kid’s play for 40 year old gay men”. Gotta love my Phil.

I had a MySpace page for a split second. I got bored of it and kept forgetting to check it and one day, I just deleted it. The amount of crap on there just frustrated me and by going from one person’s page to another, I was really grossed out at all the women that wanted me to look at their butts and men who thought they were way sexier than in real life.

I had a friend on Facebook, so I gave that a whirl. It is mainly the same thing. I never check that one either. But thus far, haven’t deleted it. In my husband’s other life (which is what we call all work things that I find out about ‘on accident’ on all of the sudden that are very out of place in my own world), he also has a Facebook account. I just found out about it today. So he added me as a ‘friend’. Then he added me as his spouse.

My all-time favorite thing about Facebook happened to me today. I think they have me on their site for longer just because of this:

It reads “You have a request from Philip to add him as your spouse”. Oh! The power I had in my hands just then. The ease of “check this box: Are you my wife? Yes __ No __”. Just to be nice, I went ahead with it, knowing that now I am no longer hot, single property on Facebook:

“You are now in a relationship with Philip Hertzler.”

Nice.

*Edited to add* Phil just came home and saw the images in this post. He then added that the little heart icon should be replaced with a ball and chain. *Sigh* He is all mine ladies...ALL MINE.

Phil and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary on January 11th. On Jan 10th, I went out with friends and at 10pm, realized that my anniversary was tomorrow. At 11pm, I arrived home to find wrapped presents on the kitchen counter. D’oh!

Phil, being the lovely woman I married, bought me a set of stacking mugs for my Senseo coffee maker (so we could feel all European and shit) and a new shower curtain from Crate and Barrel.

Then, the next morning, I got a lovely bouquet of Gerbera Daisies from Organic Bouquet. (Sadly, they lasted 24 hours before one by one, they started dying off. I contacted the company, which sent me not one, but two replacements. I highly recommend them!) Of course, I jetted off to Target and found some very cool gifts for him, including a bitchen Automoblox car and some desert bars.

It isn’t that we don’t love each other as much or that we don’t hold each other in as high of regard as we once did, we are just so darn busy with normal life. While we didn’t make a big deal of it, we didn’t go out and have a romantic dinner, etc, we still managed to honor what we have by just recognizing it. I like it better that way.

Oh, and when I called Phil at work after the flowers arrived, to ask him if he had done something wrong or needed to confess something, he just told me honestly that he had forgotten which holidays we buy for and which we don’t. He then proposed that I keep these gifts ‘in reserve’ for the next one he might forget.

No problem, dear, no problem.