This is the first of many contributions to come (unless there is an overwhelming cry for them to stop), I am the man of the house (well, the male that is in Jenn's House), ok I have just got approval to say I am the man of the house. If I can weather all of the rules that are associated with my role of contributor (like the head of the house sitting over my shoulder and telling me I spelled something wrong or have a dangling participle) I hope I can entertain you with my simple mind.
I will first tell you up to this point I have only viewed this blog once in my entire life stumbling on it by accident early in our relationship. I didn't even read it, but it started a chain reaction of events ending in our lives being ever linked to the ruckus I like to call "who is stalking me" (and subsiquent private setting for a short time). Now that this is out of the way, on with the simplistic ramblings of an over educated college soccer coach that is ridiculously in love with his wife (I will apologize up front to manly men because I am sure I will find myself often sensitively discussing how much my I love the woman of this House!). It appears that although it was not popular when I was a kid, I might suffer from a slight case of "look something shiny" syndrome (Jennifer told me to tell you, that this syndrome is more commonly known as ADD). So we are clear, I was not insulting your intelligence by the explanation she was concerned that I am too simple. I have managed to write a whole paragraph without saying anything and I am told that you already know everything about me, so I will finish with a short snow story.
So, it snowed...alot...a freak'in wicked lot! Although this excited the woman of the house, the man of the house had to remove it from the driveway. What started out as a simple task for a simple ex-Mainer, turned into a nightmare task with back pain and shovel throwing. I knew that there would ultimately be back pain (sleeping gives me back pain), I did not foresee the extreme anger that would occur at the town workers as they plowed cluelessly on that snowy Monday morning. After shoveling half the driveway from one end to the other I reached the plowed road. I felt accomplished and relieved I was halfway there, the main road was mostly clear on our side except for the watery slush mix. As I started shoveling my way back towards the house, I stopped to hydrate (I have learned from Man vs. Wild this is important in cold weather...well in pretty much any weather water is important). As I picked up the shovel to resume, I heard the roar of the plow coming up the street. I started out optimistic that they were plowing the unplowed side of the street (across the street from our house), but my optimism turned to frustration when not one, but two plows both spraying that watery slush mix all over not only the shoveled portion of the driveway, but also the unshoveled portion as well. Almost instantly, the shovel flew from my hands in the direction of the plows and words not becoming of a sailor came flying out of my mouth. The woman of the house came out and asked what was wrong and then she saw the driveway and had a smile (ok... she was laughing). She, as always, made me smile and gave me the strength to finish the rest of the driveway.
Well, that's it, my first entry, I hope this does not cause you to never read Jenn's House again. Let the woman of the house know what you think, your opinion does matter. If she thinks for one minute that you won't read her blog because of me, I will go back to being the guy in the bikini climbing the tree.
