maven&meddler

Hey, it’s my wedding anniversary today. Way back in 1987, we woke up one morning and decided that after nine years of being together it was time to go downtown to the Wedding Commissioners Office and do the deed. Mr. Maven chose December 7th in a desperate attempt to be funny. I told him that “a day that will live in infamy” was about as funny as a chapped behind.

We went downtown anyway.

True to our shared belief in keeping it all simple - perhaps to the point of annoying almost everybody else in the family - we did this completely on the spur of the moment. My lovely step-daughter was standing in the kitchen pouring a bowl of cereal when we came downstairs with the news. She had a test at UNR that day which she couldn’t miss. I called my Mother, over in Salt Lake City, to tell her what our plan for the day was.

Neither of them were impressed with what we found so completely spontaneous and amusing. Mr. Maven and I went for coffee afterward.

No, really … this was actually our wedding:

But, here we are still. Stumbling along hand in hand and even after all these years, we can’t imagine saying “Good night”, not to mention “Good morning” to anyone else.

We still find each other amusing, and still believe that the big celebrations should be after 30 or 40 years of being a successful couple. After you’ve seen each other through thick and thin, for better and worse.

I’m so jazzed by the snow! In fact, I can hardly wait to check the totals at Mt. Rose. I’m thinking either Tuesday or Wednesday before the next dump comes through.

Is it just me, or do you find it depressing that Joe Lieberman (traitor - Connecticut) seems to be driving so much of the discussion on health care reform as it winds its way through the Senate? He had to run around to Harry Reid after Obama’s speech (which neglected to mention the public option … but then he didn’t mention my wedding anniversary either) in a schoolyard attempt to rub Reid’s nose in the omission.

Even more off-putting, but not terribly surprising, is the ‘revelation’ that Max Baucus (Idiot - Montana) might have put his girlfriends career on the fast track in Montana, using a bit of heartfelt Senatorial influence. Of course, the Repubs - never, ever having been guilty of anything this low - are getting ready to look into it. That’ll keep the teabaggers happy on their moral high horse for a day or two.

Max does need to retire and find a new hobby … or just go to work for his keepers at Wellpoint.

Oh, and at the Kennedy Center Honors ceremony, Obama said that a fake I.D. got him into his first Mel Brooks movie. I applaud his choice of movie directors to sneak into, but I wondered if this is why Obama may have underplayed the White House party crashers. He’s been there, done that.

I kid Obama. I used to make fake drivers licenses.

Here’s another question for the ages: Did the Reid campaign peak too soon?  For all the money that he’s put into the television ad campaign, the poll numbers ( no matter which way you cut them ) seem to belie their effectiveness.

In fact, I have a hunch that Reid’s increased exposure has simply served to remind the more knotheaded, noisy, teabag faction in Nevada that he’s still breathing … and, of course trying to legislate us into the reincarnation of a Stalinist dreamstate. At least that’s the way the letters to the editor in the Reno Gazette-Journal tend to swing.

Listening to the outraged RGJ letter writers, you’d think Reid was responsible for kidnapping the Lindbergh baby, while mentoring Alger Hiss and playing lookout for Bernie Madoff. I’m still waiting for them to claim that he has supernatural powers.

I have it on little authority other than my own that Harry Reid is just a guy from Searchlight, who worked real hard to get the top and take the hits and misses. Sort of that Horatio Alger type success story that Repubs like to believe can still happen.

Sorry for the multiple Wiki entries, but I hope that I’m playing to a diverse, and somewhat youthful crowd.

If I were on Reid’s re-election staff, I’d recommend playing it a bit cooler until we get this healthcare reform thing successfully ( fingers so tightly crossed they’re cramping ) behind us and the wingnuts can figure out that the black helicopters aren’t coming to take the hated ‘government program’ of Medicare away in the night.

Here’s another puzzle. On one hand they don’t seem to want Medicare since it’s another damn, poorly run government program, but when the Dems try to reform the obvious abuses and waste, then the Repubs are all agin’ that too.

They don’t know whether they’re punched or just bored.

Well, here’s a little something to ponder as you weave your way through the work week ahead:

To text, or not to text. That is the question. 

“Now, go back to work!”, says Ladybird Kat.

maven

Update on Monday, December 7, 2009 at 09:38 by mavenandmeddler

Time to get the snowblower out.

We’ve gotten almost 10 inches out there now, and it’s still snowing steadily… that very fine stuff. Needless, perhaps to say, but the big Northwest lift at Mt. Rose is oh, so OPEN!

I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere today, but look for me at Mt. Rose Tuesday or Wednesday.

Mr. Mave took Natacha to work at the hospital this morning. She’s pretty good on slick roads, but this was way beyond her ability level. Yesterday, I had her practicing using the lower gears to slow the car down on icy roads and better guaging time and distance to eliminate the need to slam on brakes.

It’s sort of fun teaching somebody like her, although I can see that it wears her out. Her eyes get really big and she’s all tense … won’t even talk. But I’d guess she’s the best winter driver that the Congo ever produced.