Friday, May 4, 2012

7 Quick Takes Friday - It's the Chef's Birthday!



--- 1 ---

The Chef, co-starring many loins of pork.
Happy Birthday to the Chef!  I acknowledged his birthday on Facebook.  "Happy Birthday to my spouse," and I tagged him.  I agonized over what to say, because I knew in my heart of hearts that no matter what I wrote, he would say something sarcastic about it.  Actually, I know this so well, that I didn't really agonize.  But true to form, he said, "my spouse?  What's with the formal language?"

--- 2 ---

So I asked him, "What should I have said, "my hubby?" "

This led to a discussion of words we hate, like hubby and hubs and wifey and preggers.

Come on folks!  Leave the words you hate in the combox!  I will try to use each of them today as a  birthday gift for my hubby!

I'll kick it off with a word I know he hates, so I try to use it often in my blog, "Huzzah!"

--- 3 ---

 Back to those pork loins.

Pork loin has a special place in our marriage.  Several years ago, after a trip to Costco, on a night shortly before Christmas, I was wrapping presents, near midnight.  I was exhausted with all of the pre-holiday prep.  I was sitting on the floor, in my pajamas and robe, surrounded by paper and boxes and working my little fingers to the bone, when the Chef came in, also in pajamas and robe.  He had been cutting up the whole pork loin from Costco into roasts and freezing them.

He was clutching his shoulder and moaning.  He said two words, "My arm..."  and out slid...his arm!  And it fell on the floor with a sickening thud.

Mentally, I was wondering where the cooler was and if we had enough ice to keep the limb cool on the way to the ER, and I should probably wake up Peter to hold a tourniquet on the stump, etc.

Actually, I was screaming.  Out of control, bloody murder, screaming.


And he was laughing hysterically.  On the floor lay one vacuum sealed pork loin.

Then, I started sobbing.

Good times.
--- 4 ---

This is the picture Peter used when running for class office a long time ago.  He won, of course.
Today is also Star Wars Day.  May the Fourth be with you.  I had to save this one for Quick Take #4.

--- 5 ---

The Chef is very funny.  If you've ever read his blogposts over at CatholicVote, you already know that.




He also does a wicked impersonation of Steve Irwin.  He nails the Aussie accent when he says, "Look at my tight shorts!  Look at them!  Crikey! They're tight!"  (We are big fans of Steve Irwin and mean his memory no disrespect.)

--- 6 ---
The Chef is also very good at surprises.

Twice, he has surprised with getaway trips, just us, no kids.  He has arranged carpool pick ups, camp drop-offs, and even called my boss to take care of my work schedule.  He's a keeper.

Our last getaway was 2 years ago.  We went downtown to the big city, fine dining, museums, beach, shopping, everything I love.  The Chef had booked an evening cruise for us on one of those tall ships at Navy Pier.

We didn't know until we got a pre-board complimentary photo with a skeleton, that it was the Pirate Cruise.
 "Everybody say, "Aaargh!"
 "I can't hear you!"
Yep, a pirate cruise.  It was still super romantical and lots of fun.   It's always fun to watch over-served grown-ups pretending to be pirates.

  
--- 7 ---


Yes, it's a fish Friday, but you can eat meat if you make an alternate sacrifice or charitable act, so we will celebrate his birthday meatily.  Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo!  I don't really know what the celebration is about, but I do love margaritas, so it's all good.
 
For more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary!

8 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday to your Pookie Wookie, Snookie Ookum, Hubby Wubby Doodle Bug! Yeah... that might make him pass on the meat and just sip some ginger ale on his birthday. Cutesy nicknames drive me crazy. I also can't stand when grownups call each other "Mommy" or "Daddy". Not as in "Go get Mommy! My arm just fell on the floor." But when a grown man says, "Mommy, can I have some more pork loin?" And yeah, the pork loin on the floor sounds like something my guy might do. I better not let him see this post.

    For the life of me, I couldn't think of what Cinco de Mayo was celebrating either, and I grew up in South Texas! Here is what the all knowing Google found:

    What Cinco de Mayo Really Celebrates

    And a pirate cruise sounds like fun to me, especially if it's a no kids pirate cruise!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks for the link! I learned a lot, I'm thrilled to celebrate Mexican forces with the support of the Roman Catholic Church turning back Napoleonic forces. I'll drink to that!

      Delete
  2. Was Tobias on the Pirate Ship?

    ReplyDelete
  3. Happy Birthday to the Chief.
    I like Huzzah, sorry. I can't think of any words that I hate, other than mispronunciation and misuse of words. I assure you, I will never axe you a question.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I like Huzzah, too.

      I'll never ask you what joolery your reelator is wearing, nor your opinion on nukeyoular arms.

      Delete
  4. I've always enjoyed the "arm" story. That will be told at your 50th wedding anniverasy--but likely not by me.

    ReplyDelete

Friday, May 4, 2012

7 Quick Takes Friday - It's the Chef's Birthday!



--- 1 ---

The Chef, co-starring many loins of pork.
Happy Birthday to the Chef!  I acknowledged his birthday on Facebook.  "Happy Birthday to my spouse," and I tagged him.  I agonized over what to say, because I knew in my heart of hearts that no matter what I wrote, he would say something sarcastic about it.  Actually, I know this so well, that I didn't really agonize.  But true to form, he said, "my spouse?  What's with the formal language?"

--- 2 ---

So I asked him, "What should I have said, "my hubby?" "

This led to a discussion of words we hate, like hubby and hubs and wifey and preggers.

Come on folks!  Leave the words you hate in the combox!  I will try to use each of them today as a  birthday gift for my hubby!

I'll kick it off with a word I know he hates, so I try to use it often in my blog, "Huzzah!"

--- 3 ---

 Back to those pork loins.

Pork loin has a special place in our marriage.  Several years ago, after a trip to Costco, on a night shortly before Christmas, I was wrapping presents, near midnight.  I was exhausted with all of the pre-holiday prep.  I was sitting on the floor, in my pajamas and robe, surrounded by paper and boxes and working my little fingers to the bone, when the Chef came in, also in pajamas and robe.  He had been cutting up the whole pork loin from Costco into roasts and freezing them.

He was clutching his shoulder and moaning.  He said two words, "My arm..."  and out slid...his arm!  And it fell on the floor with a sickening thud.

Mentally, I was wondering where the cooler was and if we had enough ice to keep the limb cool on the way to the ER, and I should probably wake up Peter to hold a tourniquet on the stump, etc.

Actually, I was screaming.  Out of control, bloody murder, screaming.


And he was laughing hysterically.  On the floor lay one vacuum sealed pork loin.

Then, I started sobbing.

Good times.
--- 4 ---

This is the picture Peter used when running for class office a long time ago.  He won, of course.
Today is also Star Wars Day.  May the Fourth be with you.  I had to save this one for Quick Take #4.

--- 5 ---

The Chef is very funny.  If you've ever read his blogposts over at CatholicVote, you already know that.




He also does a wicked impersonation of Steve Irwin.  He nails the Aussie accent when he says, "Look at my tight shorts!  Look at them!  Crikey! They're tight!"  (We are big fans of Steve Irwin and mean his memory no disrespect.)

--- 6 ---
The Chef is also very good at surprises.

Twice, he has surprised with getaway trips, just us, no kids.  He has arranged carpool pick ups, camp drop-offs, and even called my boss to take care of my work schedule.  He's a keeper.

Our last getaway was 2 years ago.  We went downtown to the big city, fine dining, museums, beach, shopping, everything I love.  The Chef had booked an evening cruise for us on one of those tall ships at Navy Pier.

We didn't know until we got a pre-board complimentary photo with a skeleton, that it was the Pirate Cruise.
 "Everybody say, "Aaargh!"
 "I can't hear you!"
Yep, a pirate cruise.  It was still super romantical and lots of fun.   It's always fun to watch over-served grown-ups pretending to be pirates.

  
--- 7 ---


Yes, it's a fish Friday, but you can eat meat if you make an alternate sacrifice or charitable act, so we will celebrate his birthday meatily.  Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo!  I don't really know what the celebration is about, but I do love margaritas, so it's all good.
 
For more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary!

8 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday to your Pookie Wookie, Snookie Ookum, Hubby Wubby Doodle Bug! Yeah... that might make him pass on the meat and just sip some ginger ale on his birthday. Cutesy nicknames drive me crazy. I also can't stand when grownups call each other "Mommy" or "Daddy". Not as in "Go get Mommy! My arm just fell on the floor." But when a grown man says, "Mommy, can I have some more pork loin?" And yeah, the pork loin on the floor sounds like something my guy might do. I better not let him see this post.

    For the life of me, I couldn't think of what Cinco de Mayo was celebrating either, and I grew up in South Texas! Here is what the all knowing Google found:

    What Cinco de Mayo Really Celebrates

    And a pirate cruise sounds like fun to me, especially if it's a no kids pirate cruise!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks for the link! I learned a lot, I'm thrilled to celebrate Mexican forces with the support of the Roman Catholic Church turning back Napoleonic forces. I'll drink to that!

      Delete
  2. Was Tobias on the Pirate Ship?

    ReplyDelete
  3. Happy Birthday to the Chief.
    I like Huzzah, sorry. I can't think of any words that I hate, other than mispronunciation and misuse of words. I assure you, I will never axe you a question.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I like Huzzah, too.

      I'll never ask you what joolery your reelator is wearing, nor your opinion on nukeyoular arms.

      Delete
  4. I've always enjoyed the "arm" story. That will be told at your 50th wedding anniverasy--but likely not by me.

    ReplyDelete