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You May Want to Get the Garden Hose

Do you like the TV shows that begin with the star in a crazy chase scene and then flash the words…’3 days earlier’…on the screen?

Yeah, me neither.


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Our Microwave Has a Cell Phone

No, we don’t have a new-fangled microwave that actually lets you talk to someone via phone.  But our microwave’s cell phone has become quite the joke in our house.

It all started with one very stubborn husband who refused to carry HIS cell phone with him!  Well, actually, this phone used to be the house phone.  You see we replaced our land line with an extra cell phone, just in case someone (namely Tim or our youngest) were home alone and needed to get in contact with someone, or vice versa.

But then Gabi grew up, as children do…and she started playing high school sports.  Late games meant late phone calls for late car rides home.  And so, she got her own phone.

This, of course, meant the only person without one in this family of 5 was my dear, loving, stubborn husband.

Now mind you, I do understand that he talks all day to his students and he’s on the phone quite a bit when he’s doing his Athletic Director job. (Some of those phone calls are not the most pleasant.  Him being the rule enforcer that he has to be…rules made by the School Board and the State High School Leaque.  A few people aren’t happy with these rules and of course he being the messenger, gets to enjoy all the complaints.)

So, again, I do understand why it’s not always a bad thing to be phoneless.


There are times I wish I could get ahold of him without having to track him down through someone else or a few someone elses!

But alas, he keeps fighting it.

And so, ‘his’ phone stays on top of the microwave.

Last night it got SO ridiculous that when his phone rang, he asked Gabi to answer the microwave phone!

One more call on his phone last night and we all yelled “The microwave is ringing!”

By this time we were all laughing.  OK, I was shaking my head, rolling my eyes and laughing.

Someday my husband will carry HIS phone.


It may be years from now, when everyone else has switched over to some new phone replacing invention…

In the meantime, our  microwave has a cell phone.

Patty O


I’m Married to a Geek

And I’ve been married to this geek for 14 years.  You’d think I would be used to this fact by now, however he always finds a way to surprise me.

I knew when we got married that he was/is this math genius, aka advanced math teacher at the local high school.

I knew that he could rattle off random facts making it hard to beat him at games like Trivial Pursuit.  80’s Music Games – forget it – he’s the King.  Thank you, thank you very much…ok, he doesn’t really say that, but I couldn’t resist.

Other Geek Indicators:

– When Gabi was little he would walk her up to bed to tuck her in, and instead of singing nursery rhymes, he’d have her doing addition and subtraction problems.  When I’d look at them, shaking my head, Gabi would say “What?  I like it!”  She’s just like HIM!

– The sad sigh that escapes his mouth when someone comments about how much they hate math.  He just shakes his head and says “That’s sad.”

– The smile on his face when one of his past students comes back to school to talk to him and tells him how college math was so much easier because of what they learned in his class.  From there, the conversation turns into a foreign language.  There’s no ‘Oh hi, how is college going?’  They talk Pythagorean Theorems and Stokes Theorem (and yes, I had to ask Tim how to spell these terms).

– The fun he has singing the Quadratic Formula with his daughters.

– And the final straw…

Picture this…

Sunday afternoon.  Tim up by the new garage door opener’s main box.  Me standing by the exterior keypad.

As Tim was pushing the button on the main box, I was waiting to input the Pin.   All of a sudden I realized that we hadn’t decided on what the Pin should be (I was tired, give me a break, ok?).  I yelled up to him saying “What numbers should we use?”  In response, he shouts out these random numbers and of course I, the ever-dutiful wife, immediately punch them in.

At this point I look back at him and asked “Why these numbers?”

He looks at me as if I’m stupid (ok, not really) and says “Because it’s … # to the third power… # to the second power and… # to the 1st power”.

To which my response was “WHAT?  Why would you set it at THAT?”  (My voice may have been a bit shrill at this point.)

His calm response “Because it’s easy to remember.”

{Head thunk}

“That’s not EASY to remember for me!  Why couldn’t we set it with a mix of our birthdates?”  (OK, by now I’m completely exasperated.)

“What if we mix up the birthdates?”  He earnestly asks me.

{Mental head thunk, head thunk, head thunk…against the wall.}

“We could have just tried again the other way and had it correct!!!”

“Pfth – no, this is much easier”, he states and then smiles.

AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!  I felt like Charlie Brown lying flat on his back while Lucy held the football up in the air.

Needless to say, I have it written down and tucked in a few different places for when I need it.  Whether I actually remember where I put it may be the next blog.


I dearly love this man, have I told you how much I love this man?  I REALLY love this man.


Patty O

ps…for your added enjoyment, our children have tagged Tim as Sheldon and me as Penny.  I even came out as Penny when I took the “Which Big Bang Theory Character are You?” test.

Sigh…at least I have a good personality. 😉

Playing Favorites

Happy Valentine’s Day to my wonderful, loving, blanket stealing husband!  LOL!

Of course you know me, there’s a story behind everything…

Tim and I have an ongoing joke that he steals all the blankets, while he says “Noooooo – you push them over!”

And then we both smile with a twinkle in our eyes!

OK, in full disclosure, I do push them over…when my feet are burning hot!

Uh – oh!

 He’s going to read this and then I’ll be in for some gloating…I’ve admitted guilt!

Happy Valentine’s Day to my amazing gift from God!

Signed, Just Me 🙂

And now for my daughters…


You are all my favorites!

My favorite Alex…

My favorite Sam…

My favorite Gabi…

{This will drive them crazy}

At some point or another, they’ve each asked told me ‘Come on, just admit it Mom…I’m your favorite…just say it once!’

There’s one in particular that continues to push – not naming names…

but it’s the artistic middle child o’ mine! 🙂

I LOVE YOU ALL EQUALLY – for all the incredibleness that you are!

I love you to the moon and back…

and the Milky Way and back…

and the entire Universe and back!

{Yes, we used to argue about who loved who more}


Happy Valentine’s Day girls!


(aka Patty O)

Stop Kissing Me!

So, once again this winter, I have a cold.

The – gravely voice, yucky feeling, tired, just let me sleep, kind of cold. Nothing too terrible really, just a taker of energy and voice (which the other inhabitants of my house don’t mind…especially Motzy, the dog).

This time, my husband had the cold first. So yes, I looked at him and said “Stop Kissing Me!”

To which, he just smiled. That sneaky, ‘but I love you’ kind of smile.


I guess I’ll let him kiss me again. Who knows, maybe we’ll just keep passing this cold back and forth.

This could be our ‘unhealthiest’ year ever.


What a way to go… 🙂

Patty O

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