my husband has so many varied interests it just blows me away. instead of focusing on me, here’s a meme of five things about my husband…
he is studying middle eastern history and cultures and he speaks several languages including spanish, farsi, arabic, and he is currently learning tajik
when he took the spanish language test in the army, he scored so high they turned around and made him take an english test to make sure he knew how to speak english.
he plays bagpipes
he trains in brazilian jiu jitsu
the one place on earth he wants to visit more than anywhere else is Iran
Sometimes i feel so plain next to him – i like photography and reading and cooking… but life with him is such a wild ride. he’s so much fun and i never know what he’s going to come up with next.
yummy, fizzy, foofy, pink, sugar high – I’m all giggles. My husband just walked down to the local latte stand and brought me back this little pink whipped cream topped concoction. I love the thought of him carrying this back the 3 blocks to our apartment. He’s so cute.
My husband received a letter from UW today stating that he’s been accepted as a transfer student into the Near Eastern Studies program (I should specify that I mean the University of Washington rather than the University of Wisconsin / Waterloo / Wurzburg / Wyoming / Wales / Warwick / Westminster / Wollongong) I’m so proud of him I could just pop. I think we should celebrate with chocolate.
Hmmmm…, we have a chocolate problem (specifically a lack thereof)
I told him this…
Me: I need chocolate
Him: (something completely unrelated to chocolate so I wasn’t listening)
Me: that’s nice, but what are we going to do about our chocolate problem?
Him: What do you mean we? I don’t have a chocolate problem
Me: What’s mine is yours and I have a chocolate problem
Him: (laughs and returns to playing Grand Theft Auto – Why did I ever buy him that game?)
How is it possible that we have no chocolate in the house?
Mr. H and I had dinner with his mother and sister tonight. This probably doesn’t happen as often as it should as we only live a few miles away from each other. Dinner went well and we introduced the inlaws to one of our favorite restaurants.
The Caspian Grill is on the Ave just north of 55th in the U district. The food is Persian and very well prepared. We like to share food, so they served it family style for us – chicken kabobs, koobideh, fesenjan, and gormeh sabzi, with a giant heaping plate of saffroned basmati rice for each – a standard order for us (well, we don’t usually get the chicken kabobs). The food was excellent as usual, but the service was quite slow. The help wanted sign in the window may speak to that issue.
Today started out like too many birthdays where I put too much emphasis on making today special. Talk about setting yourself up. I was cranky this morning anyways. I don’t know why. Must be hormonal.
Anyways. I really needed that first cup of coffee. We went through the drive-through to get a latte on our way to go take care of some chores (check mail, oil change, etc.). She burned it. The coffee tasted horrible, it was scalded. Of course I didn’t know this till about 8 miles down the road because that’s when i took my first sip. Oh well, Mr. H bought me another one when we got to the mall. And I spilled all twenty ounces of that one all over the brand new shoes I had just bought. Mr. H bought me a third cup of coffee a little later on – was he being sweet or was that self-preservation? doesn’t matter, that one did the trick.
The most amazing part of my birthday was the time I spent at the spa. Some people at work got me a gift certificate for Ummelina. I checked in at 4:30 and they took me back to a changing room to change into a robe and then they locked up my stuff. Then they took me to a room they call the tea spa. this room was full of comfy chairs and had bamboo shades over the windows through which you could see the fog and the leaves left on the trees in silhouette with the bright moon behind them. I sat down in one of the chairs and they brought me a cup of tea. Then they brought out a big bowl and a pitcher of warm water to soak my feet in. After soaking for a while, while sipping the tea and watching the fog roll, someone came out and washed my feet.
I rested a little while longer and then they took me back to the showers. These showers were worth the trip alone. It’s amazing what a difference water pressure makes. There were, I think,, ten nozzles most of them spraying horizontally. So I took an amazing shower and then went back to the tea room to sip some more tea and rest. There were one or two picture books laying around that I thought about looking at, but the thought didn’t last very long. It was so nice to just be still.
After a couple minutes the massage therapist came out and took me back to the room for the massage. The massage was amazing, the only drawback was that the therapist told me several times that 1/2 massage is just not long enough to really do any good. If its not long enough, they shouldn’t sell gift certificates for it. Anyhoo, that was really the only drawback. and after the massage I went back to the tea room to sit a few minutes longer and drink another cup of tea. They would have let me stay in the tea room all day if i wanted, but I couldn’t wait to see Mr. H so i got up and got dressed.
As it turns out, while I was at the spa, Mr. H went shopping. He bought me a shirt, a sweater and a hat. Oh, and by the way, yesterday he got me the most beautiful roses. there was a dozen of them and each one started out baby pink in the center and then faded to white on the outer petals. they’r starting to open and they are just stunning.
After the spa and presents we thought we’d go catch a movie and then dinner. The local theater had Harry Potter on five screens and the other three movies didn’t look interesting either. so we went to the keg for prime rib and then came home. Not bad for turning half of seventy.
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