Today marks 13 years since Fred and I met online for the very first time. It was a few more weeks before we talked on the phone, and a couple of months before we met in person.
Last night we were laying in bed talking about the amazing fact that we’ve been together(ish) for 13 years (I know, we talk about the most fascinating stuff!), and Fred pointed out that we met when we were in our 20s.
I was 28 when I met Fred. I felt SO OLD then, but 28 sounds impossibly young to me now.
Hell. My CHILD is PRACTICALLY 28! (In 8 years. Don’t be nitpicky.) We met in our 20s and now we’re in our 40s. That kinda freaks me out.
Anyway.
Happy meeting-versary, baby!
(He’s celebrating by having some sort of flu-like illness and announcing his temperature to me every 15 minutes (it’s now just over 100). He knows how to party it up!)
By the way, Fred agrees with those of you who said that this picture of me:
is a really good one. I didn’t think it was that great, but apparently I’m outvoted.
That Nance, she’s got a knack for photography!
After Nance and Rick left on Saturday, Fred and I decided to go to the flea market. We were driving down the highway when I looked at the back of an 18-wheeler we were about to pass, and immediately told Fred to slow the hell down so I could take a picture.
Hey, at least he’s polite about it, right?
(And no, I didn’t.)
Spring has sprung!
Like an idiot, I left the house yesterday morning wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and heavy boots. I knew that it was going to be warm later in the day, but I didn’t know it was going to be quite so warm, or that I was going to be gone for four hours. By the time I made my run to Sam’s, Kohl’s, TJ Maxx, the bank, and the grocery store, I was sweltering and had to run the air conditioning in my car on high so I wouldn’t melt.
(I suspect that those of you in colder climates are reallllllly feeling sorry for me about now, aren’t you?)
Sunday I finally got my ass in gear and did what I’ve been putting off, got my pruning shears and my little yellow wagon, and went around the house pruning bushes. They’ve started blooming, and I know that I should have done it about a month ago, but I didn’t and they needed badly to be pruned, so if they die from a little vigorous pruning, they can be replaced DO YOU HEAR ME, BUSHES???
I pruned the winter honeysuckle bushes on both sides of the house (winter honeysuckle in bloom is some incredible-smelling stuff, if you’re curious), the camellia bush, the rose of sharon bushes off the kitchen, and the butterfly bushes. The butterfly bushes I basically cut down so that they’re sticks coming up out of the ground – I used to do that with my butterfly bush at the other house, and it was pretty happy, hopefully these will be as well. The only bushes I had problems with are the spirea bushes on either side of the house. I have no fucking clue how to prune those, because they’re not like other bushes and I wasn’t quite sure what the hell I was trying to accomplish, so I hacked away a little, and then gave up. Maybe I’ll mess with ’em more next year.
Yes, the camellia bush is leaning. It’s leaning toward the sun, what can you do? I think it looks better than it did (though of course there’s no “before” picture.)
Tommy in motion. Check out those weeds! We grow a fine crop of weeds here at Crooked Acres.
Previously
2008: We had a little weirdness on Friday in the form of a super-mega-mutant egg.
2007: No entry.
2006: Today’s the 10th anniversary of the day Fred and I met.
2005: I met Fred nine years ago today.
2004: Eight years ago today, I entered the IRC Undernet channel #!Fredsplace and met the geek who owned and ran the channel, who would eventually become the love of my life. (Complete with mush!)
2003: Sick Poo.
2002: No entry.
2001: Five years ago today, I was on IRC and I wandered into the Undernet channel #!Fredsplace, and I met the love of my life. (More mush!)
2000: Four years ago today, I wandered into the IRC Undernet channel #!Fredsplace, thus setting into motion a chain of events which would echo down through the years.
Flowers. BLOOMING.
I want!
Oooh, I am excited that flowers are blooming in your neck of the woods- I am directly north in Louisville, KY, so that means it’s not going to be too much longer for us!
OMG, the writing on the back of that truck…! It reminds me of the disgusting trucker in one of my favorite movies, “Thelma & Louise.” LOL
It was a little over 4 years ago that MY Fred and I met on-line, e-mailed, talked on the phone and then met. The best thing that has ever happened.
Love the flower pix–I am in Michigan–weeks away from daffodils and tulips blooming, but I see their little heads peeking up from the ground.
Ugh… you just reminded me I need to go out and prune our raggedy bushes and the WAY over grown rosemary. Oh, how I dread that.
Loved the daffodils! And yes, that picture of you is wonderful!
Today is the twentyninth anninversary of my first date with my husband. He was 22, I was 20. I can’t believe he will be 52 in 10 days and I will be 50 in the fall. Two years ago I told my “baby sister” who is 38 that 50 was the new F word but I’m getting used to the sound of it-practicing so it won’t be a shock. We are all so lucky to be here to celebrate these little milestones. You and Fred make quite a couple-it’s great for you two and also the blogesphere that you met.
Every year at this time I get a terrific het on for you because you post pictures of flowers in bloom and talk about how warm it is and I know I’ve got several weeks of nasty cold weather to go until I can even think about going outside without several layers of clothes on. Shame on you miss! Oh yes by the way I do like that picture too!
I saw the funniest thing written on a dirty car last week — “I wish my wife was this dirty!”. Too funny!
Today is March 10th and YESTERDAY was that 29 yr. anniversary and I totally missed it. I only remembered cause I was looking at old date books last week. It takes youngins’ like you and Fred to jog my memory!
Oh my. It’s -14 fahrenheit this morning. It was -22 fahrenheit when I walked to the swimming pool this morning.
I have on two pairs of socks.
Sigh – still love ya though, Robyn!
I love the Spring flowers.
P.S. I like the photo of you too.
Mary, what the hell were you doing even *approaching* a swimming pool in -22F weather??!?! Holy crap! I hope you left out the part about it being a heated swimming pool, inside, surrounded by blazing fireplaces, and everyone swims in their longjohns..!
A lady I used to work with used to drive home every day at lunch and do laps in her (outdoor) swimming pool, even in the winter. I used to get full-body shivers just thinking about her swimming during the winter – and I live in the Southwest desert, where if it gets below +30F people freak out and call the Red Cross to be rescued and shit.
Even on days like today, where it’s about 60F, it’d be too cold for me for swimming… I can’t even THINK about getting wet in -22F weather. (I always worry, in the winter, that I’m going to get out of the shower and find out that the house is on fire and I’ll have to rush outside before I get a chance to dry off thoroughly, including my hair. BRRRR!)
I really hate that you have spring already. Can I tell you to fuck off? North Bay lost almost 2 feet of it’s snow… and… I’m up by Thunder Bay now, we’re getting 40cms of snow.
Bet you miss living here, eh? Like, a lot??
I was reading your blog while watching American Idol and I read “and a couple of months before we met in prison”. That shocked me…until I read the words again…”in person”.
I wouldn’t have held it against you if you had met in prison, but I might have been a “little” scared.
I think you should put that picture of you in your sidebar, ’cause it’s that good and speaks to the content of your journal.