Preemptive Valentine

Last night as we were getting ready for bed I jumped the gun. I asked Jen if she would be my valentine. I know it was still a couple of hours away from actual Valentine’s Day but I just couldn’t wait to ask her. I was so excited about the idea of her being my valentine that I just had to know right then.

She said yes. She’s my valentine.

And all was right with the world.

Haircuts, or My Wife: My Hero

All those right wing scum bags arming themselves to the teeth and storming into their state houses like the terrorists they are, demanding their hair stylists risk their health and go back to work so that they can get their hair cut.

Screw those terrorist pricks.

Back on May 8th my hair was longer than it had ever been. It was so long in the front that it was funny as hell. My wife gave me a glorious birthday gift when she cut it for me.

Fast forward to today, the three month anniversary of my last day in the office before my company shut down the buildings, the love of my life gave me another haircut. This time there was no messing around. She lopped off the places that were too long and then buzzed it like you’ve read about. Amazing.

It’s not quite high and tight, but it’s as short as I’ve had it since I was a little kid. It’s perfect. Bring on the summer.

Thank you, my beloved Jen. I know you were nervous about it, but you did great and I appreciate it so much. I love you!!!

Happy Valentine’s Day

Allow me to take a minute here to internet-ily wish a Happy Valentine’s Day to the love of my life, Jen.  My bride, my beloved, my sweet, my angel, my dream come true.  This is our 13th Valentine’s Day together.  Last night  I asked her if she would be my Valentine.  She said yes.  I am so happy.  I am so in love.  I am so in love with her.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

Happy Birthday

Today is February 7th.  That means it is my beloved Jennifer’s birthday!  Join me in wishing the love of my life a happy birthday!

Unfortunately we have a tough schedule tonight so we’ll have to do our celebrating tomorrow.  That’s okay, I think we can celebrate her birthday all weekend!  How does that sound, Jen?

I love you more today than I’ve ever loved you before, and I have loved you a LOT before.  You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I am eternally grateful that you found me.

Happy birthday, Jen, and here’s to many more.


We’re celebrating tonight.

Eight years ago tomorrow was the first in a string of life changing events.  Eight years ago tomorrow I went on my first date with my beloved, brilliant, beautiful wife.

We’re going out to dinner with the kids tonight to celebrate our 8th Dataversary.

I’ve made a slew of bone head, dumb ass moves in my day.  Meeting Jen was not one of them.  Nope, it was exactly the opposite.  It was the start of something wonderful that keeps getting more wonderful with each new day.

Love you, sweetie!


Take a look at this woman. I’ll give you a few minutes to peruse the pics…






There. Just a few pics of the same woman. Why are these pics important?

They are important, because they are all pictures of the woman I love. My wife, the love of my life, Jen. My life changed in countless ways when Jen became a part of it. She changed me for the better. She made me a better person. She found things in me that I had no idea I was capable of. I owe everything I am to her.

I love her. I try to come up with all sorts of different ways to tell her that, but they all come down to the same thing. I love her. For better for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, I love her and will spend my life with her, and I can’t put into words how happy that makes me. I can’t put into words how happy she makes me. I love her. I need her. I want to always be with her.

That’s why the woman in these pictures is so special. She’s everything to me.

I love you, Jen.