So, I have been bestowed an award by Danica. (psst..damn you for mentioning that the picture is absent ...took me forever to figure out how to do that..for the record..you owe me coffee)

For which I am.....thankful ...uhum..:)

You'd think that coming up with seven things that you don't know about me would be easy all things considered... and I'm not one for rule following, so here goes..

One: I have one head...that has naturally curly hair...that I hate! Hate isn't strong enough..I loathe...So much so that I straighten it every damn day, unless I'm feeling lazy- then bring on the curl! For the record, I envy every single woman with straight hair- you can pull off the cutest looks ever..pppllllpppphhhh..

Twice: The number of times that I have been married. I had a "starter marriage" as my family so fondly refers to it...long and short..didn't love him and didn't have the balls to leave him at the alter, even though on the way to the church (ugh) my Dad actually gave me the choice.

Seven: the number of days I love to swear- seriously, I love to fucking swear. My favorite word, is not one loved by a lot of women, but I love it, I love to use it, and by using it, it holds no power against me. Please look away if that word offends you .......Cunt........ Ok you can look back now.... As and aside, I do not swear in front of my cub, but the occasional.. shit will fall from my lips in his presence. While I love to swear, there are more times in my life when I don't swear than when I do... aaahhh the power of language.

Three: I am three years older than my husband. He loves that I am "the older" woman, I love it because I just latch on to his age and roll with it. I much prefer his age to mine. Really age is a state of mind.

Five: Days a week I do the work me, which by title is "Associate Financial Planner" which loosely translated is paper wench to the Mad man who signs my paycheque..

Three: The number of beds in my house....I am obsessive about my bed sheets..they have to match, our bed, cub's bed, spare bed...ok, they don't have to match each other- that would be silly..( now wait a minute, i I could colour coordinate the whole......crap...sorry...)..but all pillowcases, duvet covers and sheets have to be the same damn pattern/colour/set...or I am buggered, buggered in so far as I cannot sleep...ok cub's and the spare room don't bother me like my own bed does. One of X's favorite torments ( I swear) is to randomly change his pillowcase, to something that doesn't go with what is on the bed... I can see his smirk from here..

Six: The number of Furry and Fur-less creatures that inhabit our home. We have a dog- American Eskimo -Kaz, Two cats.. Newt aka, asshole,aka, tubby,aka one of the biggest cats you have ever seen, Tiny, aka Tonks, aka you fucking little bitch, Xtreme, aka hubby, aka rusty romantic, Cub, aka, Little man, aka Little too long, aka, Monster Baby....have I mentioned he was almost 11 pounds... and me.. Amethyst Anne..

So , that's a bit about me, and I am going to hold onto this award for now- with the right to bestow it upon others at a later date.

* disclaimer...all X's have been forewarned about the following post, so there will be no legal ramifications for the stated below....signed and dated....."

So, X and I have been together 12 years, and what I have noticed over the years is that "our" special day, sometimes goes by without either of us actually noticing.
This is not our fault, in fact, over the years this has caused many a dispute in our house about when we "actually" got together and worse yet how many years we have been together. You see, we got married two days after we started dating (4 years later) because we tried to pick the "day" we actually got together, but, hell the year we got married it didn't fall on a Saturday so by default we picked the closest day.
For us, we don't usually celebrate our anniversary with much fan fare, we don't give Hallmark anymore money, and we definitely do not do gifts, we do....dinner...out.. which for us can be a huge thing. So this year, we decided, as usual, no gifts, no cards, and no dinner out...( for those of us that 'cook' the dinner.. this day usually means something to me...) meh!
Now, because our anniversary fell on a week day, we decided to delay dinner out, let's face it, getting all romantic on a Tuesday night....sheesh...
So, Tuesday rolls around, and X and I start our normal day... He rushes out the door to work, and I am left to rouse the cub - get him to school on time, and get my ass to work...somewhat on time (have I mentioned how flexible they are on this...)
I finally get to work, ( oh yeah I was frigging late..THAT is another post) and I log into my work email.....
send receive 15 emails.....
*Fuck...*
Email number 10 comes in...
X to me....
"I'm at home. Email me here"
*WTF* You just went to work.....why are you home???
Several emails jostle back and forth and well....he's not feeling well....
*bing* email notification....
Rat...my sister...checking in... (we are weird and we know it, we are 5 years apart, best friends even though it took us many years to get there - worst yet, our husbands, knew each other and are best friends .. ~sigh~ yet another post)
" Happy anniversary -and assorted stuff censored here... What are you doing for your anniversary?"
Email pings are flying, ping- pong- ping- pong......He's at home I say.....
" Maybe he's at home, doing something special for your anniversary..."
" I'm Sorry have you met my husband, I will bet you 10 bucks he's at home working ..special...ha?? "( bit of a running joke here cause her husband sends her flowers all the time and secretly I am jealous...but I digress)

Girl Brain....
*.... you think, maybe, he's at home.. working on something special...that would be weird....*

work interferes.. emails are flying...
"what cha doing X?? "
" not much.."
* girl brain kicks into overdrive.... omg... today he took the day off... to do something special... 12 years....it's going to be romantic and awesome- if he cooks I will keel over*
8 work hours later.. and a 45 minute commute later...
Call from cell phone....... me to X
"can I call you back I'm on the other line...click"
* Seriously...ok..so you ARE planning something...hot damn....."
I open the door... put my stuff away...no bells, no whistles...well except for the cats... they greet me with exuberance...
* where's my cub? Where's my guy????"*
Both are on the computer..one playing Lego and one working.... I look around the house... no special table set...no dinner started, no candles......hummmm
X sees me.... "Happy anniversary ...." big kiss, big hug...
I go and change into domestic me.....from work me... and X comes into the bedroom......
" I washed the sheets! I didn't know what to cook....And there is beer in the fridge"
* ggrrrrrwwwwlllllll.....you washed the sheets! nearly faints*

So it's good to learn things about yourself... while I did have a fabulous anniversary in our own domestic bliss...
Our romantic life may be a bit..... rusty....