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I'm a bed hog. There. I've admitted it.

I had no idea. Ok, maybe I did. I used to have a dog that slept in my bed and when I'd hear her growl, I knew that I'd moved into her territory. The Hubs doesn't growl (unless you count his snoring), so how was I to know?

This discovery was made just last night. Yesterday morning, he got out of bed before me and I made a big production about taking over the entire bed so he'd be jealous. He made a comment about how that's nothing new. Whaaaa????? Huh?????? After being questioned about that statement, he said that he was surprised that he hasn't rolled off the bed by now because I'm constantly hogging his side of the bed.

I decided to prove him wrong (always a bad idea, because I rarely do...), so when I woke up in the middle of the night I reached over him to feel where he was on the bed. Sure enough, there wasn't even an inch between hubby and the edge of the bed. My side had about two feet.

It's completely understandable. I used to have a California King all to myself, and for the last year or so have been sharing a queen sized bed with hubby. I suppose we could get a bigger bed, but I suspect I'd continue to migrate to his side of the bed.

He's like a magnet, I tell you! Ok, that doesn't explain the dog part.... but he doesn't need to know that, right?

If you should spill whilst in the rush to eat yummy salsa, here's a tip:



Hide the salsa underneath a chip. Problem solved.

Dad, I have a few things I need to get off my chest.

I was thinking the other day about all of the responsibility that you took on when you married Mom. You were the the same age as my oldest son is now, and you married a woman with two children. Two children who needed you very badly in their lives.

I can only imagine how scary and overwhelming that must have been for you. I look at the wedding pictures of you and Mom and I see a kid. But you were a kid who was willing to step in and take the place of my father; a man I've never met. Even though I was only five at the time, I remember how excited I was that I could call you "Daddy" after the wedding. I'd practiced all kinds of names in my head; eventually the name evolved into "Dad".

I remember when Mom wanted you to be the one to spank me for something that I'd done wrong, and then she went to the store. She knew that being punished by you would hurt me worse than anything she could ever do. When we were alone, you told me you didn't want to spank me, that you wanted to just discuss the situation, and that we were to keep that our little secret. You were willing to keep your end of the bargain when Mom came home and asked, but like George Washington, I couldn't tell a lie. I got that spanking anyway. The important thing was that I received a good lesson in parenting. Thank you. My kids thank you too.

I also thank you for bringing the most wonderful woman into my life. Your Aunt. She was my safety net, and though not related by blood, she stood by me through thick and thin. When I hear the song, "You Raise Me Up", I think of her even though I know it's supposed to be a song about God. She made me feel that I was a good person, and had value. She gave me complete unconditional love, something I'd not experienced before. Thank you for giving me a lifeline.

I remember when "we" adopted sis when I was nine. I felt like it was the end of something special that I had all of my own. Up until then, I was your little girl. I remember not wanting to come from school that day. I think I dawdled for at least a half an hour before coming home to see my new sister. Now I realize that was the best day of my life. I can't imagine my life without sis. Thank you for giving me my sister; my best friend.

Dad, I've never felt that I was anything less than your daughter. I don't know if you understand the magnitude of that statement. I know that we don't see eye-to-eye on religious and political issues, yet I know that you still love me. Thank you.

So Dad, I'll be thinking about these things when we go around the table at Thanksgiving and say the things we're grateful for. Even if I don't say it.

I was sitting not too far from hubby and his 'other' best friend (the guy best friend) while they were playing Halo 2 yesterday. About 20 minutes into the game, I hear hubby whispering several strings of swear words. I thought it was funny that he was whispering (huh? why whispering?) the swear words, but even funnier was the story that it reminded me of.

One of my friends went to a wedding a few years ago and saw that a primo wedding viewing seat was available. She had no idea at the time why the seat was available, especially just moments before the wedding started, but happily took it.

Suddenly reason for the vacant seat was crystal clear. The person sitting next to the vacant seat had Tourettes Syndrome. The kind that makes you swear. To her horror, the guy starts dropping loud F bombs, S bombs and pretty much every other bomb you can think of. My friend is a really nice person and didn't want to hurt his feelings, so she stayed in her seat.

My friend told me that as soon as the wedding started, the bomb shower turned from loud swearing to whispers. I don't know why, but picturing my friend sitting there listening to an onslaught of whispered swearing while watching a bride walk down the aisle just cracks me up.

So, there's your advice for the day. If you must swear at weddings, please whisper.

The cable guy came out yesterday to install a new cable box that includes TiVo. ::GEEK ALERT:: It also records in HDTV and you can record two different programs at the same time, unlike the TiVo box we currently have. ::END GEEK ALERT:: The Hubs was so excited about this new addition to our family that he decided to take the afternoon off so he could be here for the cable guy. I casually mentioned that since I telecommute three days a week, I could easily schedule the event for a day that I was home. I was quickly reminded that TV's and A/V gadgets in general are his gig. OK then.

My one request was that we keep our current TiVo box for my guilty pleasures, such as reality TV, CourtTV, anything that involves plastic surgery, and of course, anything that might include my celebrity boyfriend(s). The Hubs frowns on some of my viewing choices, so this is a way to keep abreast of the current events (fake or fiction) yet continue to be on that pedistal (fake or fiction) that he has me on.

The Hubs stopped the cable guy when he started to disconnect the existing TiVo, telling him that the existing Tivo was for "my wife to record her trash TV". He further offered that I specifically asked him not to look in my TiVo recordings once I got my own box. The Hubs told me that the look on cable guy's face indicated that he thought hubby was referring to porn, and was kind of giving him the eyebrow. You know that look. It's part of the guy code for "Wow, your wife is into that? You lucky dog!" All that was missing was the 'wink, wink'- 'nudge, nudge'.

The Hubs quickly set the record straight and let him know that the 'trash' TV he was talking about was Dr. Phil and Oprah, to which the guy just nodded his head and said, "Oh, gotcha", almost in a consoling sort of way. Of course, this is hubby's version.

Dr. Phil? I think we need to schedule a show....