Metal Meredith

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.

Ever since last summer, when Vivienne was a few of her friends dressed in ‘ballerina outfits’ getting ready to go to class, she has begged to take lessons. So finally, after hearing this for almost a year, I decided ti sign her up for a quick 6 lesson course to see if she really would participate.

Since I was infected with some satanic virus, Phil had to take her. Much to my delight, he took the camera and stole a few quick shots and 2 really sweet movies. I am unsure if it is the residual sickness, but I get weepy each time I see these videos.