January 25, 2008

I think I met my husband today.

I just spoke to him on the phone, and it was a business call, but the rapport was startling, and so was his Irish accent. My research has begun. I need to enlist spies (which I have already done) to find out his situation and to also report back to me on the essentials. Like, what he looks like, and if he has a ring on his finger. If he's in any way, shape or form blurpy (blurpy addendum here) - and if I find out that he plays soccer on the weekends in Central Park, then the man can just consider himself tagged by my stun-gun and give up any possibility of escape.

Let the madness begin.

I love my husband!!!!

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Can I be the ringbearer at your wedding? I have a very cute burgundy velvet Little Lord Fontleroy suit I think might be just the ticket :)

Isn't it amazing when you have one of those POW connections with someone? Leave it to the lizard brain to know what daddy wants.

xxx Stevie

Posted by: Stevie at January 25, 2008 6:09 PM

stevie - hahahahahahahaha You and Cashel can be ring-bearers together!!!

Love you!

Posted by: red at January 25, 2008 6:11 PM

OMG, keep this post forever. How sweet will it be if it turns out you marry this bloke?

Unrelated note: If you still Netlfix order 84 Charing Cross Road (Anthony Hopkins & Anne Bancroft).Better yet, if you still Netflix, opt for the view instantly method. This movie sucked me in and would not let me go. I happened to be surfing while still wet in my towel from a shower. Could I have paused and gotten myself into something warm and dry? Yes, but why when I could not bear missing a second of it.

Posted by: Jo at January 25, 2008 6:20 PM

//I happened to be surfing while still wet in my towel from a shower. Could I have paused and gotten myself into something warm and dry? Yes, but why when I could not bear missing a second of it.//

That is probably the biggest compliment anyone could ever give a movie!! I'm serious!

I saw that movie years ago - I read the book first - my dad told me to read it when I was in high school ... I really should read it again ... and thanks for the reminder that I really need to see the movie again! What a story!! Who knew that a bunch of letters could be so passionate?? It's the pre-cursor of Internet relationships ... in a correspondence, all of the extraneous things (like appearance, persona, etc.) can be shed ... and you just deal with the personality, the real person. I have experienced that time and time again. It's quite amazing!!

Posted by: red at January 25, 2008 6:24 PM

Oh, and don't even think that I'm not going to engineer a business meeting over cocktails in the next week. But I need to know his situation first. I am way too old to waste my time!

Posted by: red at January 25, 2008 6:25 PM

"I love my husband!!!!"

Oh my GAWD. I cannot stop laughing.

Posted by: Emily at January 25, 2008 7:34 PM

Is it wrong that I think it's adorable that you've enlisted spies? Ooo, the intrigue!

Posted by: Kate P at January 25, 2008 7:41 PM

Emily - hahahahahaha I love him so much!!

Posted by: red at January 25, 2008 8:09 PM

KPal - well, when you consider that my nickname is Special Ops ....

the spies start to make more sense ...

hahaha No, but seriously. A modern woman in this urban jungle of snakes and morons NEEDS her spies.

Posted by: red at January 25, 2008 8:10 PM

I'm saving up for my plane ticket already! And if you need more bridesmaids, I'll be glad to dye my shoes any color you want.

Posted by: Lisa at January 25, 2008 8:50 PM

Give me an assignment immediately...you know that only Kevin Bacon is connected to more people than me!!!!!!...put me in coach!!!

Posted by: mitchell at January 25, 2008 9:08 PM

Plus, you gotta quit referencing posts where Big Dan comments! Talk about heart crack. ::sob::

Posted by: Lisa at January 25, 2008 9:09 PM

Mitchell - maybe you can call him about a media buy or something - and somehow work into the conversation, "Are you married?"

Posted by: red at January 25, 2008 9:19 PM

love 84 Charing Cross Road...book AND movie!

Sheila, good luck on your blurpy hunt.

Sounds like one of those movie moments where the 'target' has the red sniper scope laser on his forehead and has no idea his fate is already sealed!

Posted by: bill at January 25, 2008 9:37 PM

Go Special Ops! I think that this time, instead of Lalo Schifrin, cue the theme from The Avengers. It's a better fit for this mission.

Posted by: Ken at January 25, 2008 11:05 PM

What happens if you marry him and Dean Stockwell suddenly calls you up all lonely and needy?

Posted by: Jonathan Lapper at January 25, 2008 11:21 PM

Well, I'm not insane. I never thought Dean Stockwell was a possible partner for me, in reality. I love his acting. He helped me get thru a really rough year. It;'s how I cope with loneliness, whatever. But gimme some credit. I'm not actually nuts.

Posted by: red at January 25, 2008 11:26 PM

Lisa - I know. :( It's weird to go back and see his comments. Really sad. What a great guy.

Posted by: red at January 25, 2008 11:35 PM

I give you all the credit in the world. It was just a hypothetical, I would never think you were nuts. Now if this Irish man is unmarried and doesn't immediately fall for you, then I would say he is nuts. Definitely.

Posted by: Jonathan Lapper at January 26, 2008 12:34 AM

I hope I didn't offend you with that question - If I did I really didn't mean to. Very sorry indeed.

Posted by: Jonathan Lapper at January 26, 2008 12:36 AM

Jonathan - I am a bit sensitive in regards to my obsessions, I guess. They're a big part of my life - I'm an obsessive - and yet I'm also a realist.

No worries. :)

Posted by: red at January 26, 2008 7:17 AM

Now, at the very least I would HOPE you would have enlisted spies! All I can say for him is - uh-oh - he doesn't know how lucky he could be.

Posted by: ted at January 26, 2008 8:24 AM

Ted - it was so funny. I hung up the phone and announced, "I think that was my husband." My friend Patrick said, immediately, "Do you need a wingman?"

hahahahahaha

Posted by: red at January 26, 2008 8:49 AM

That is awesome, Sheila! I'm great at that spy stuff. If I were up there, I'd check the guy out for ya!
Good luck!!!

Posted by: Amanda at January 26, 2008 9:22 AM

God I feel awful. I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry. I will be more thoughtful and considerate in the future I promise. And I will no longer comment after midnight following a very long workday when my judgment is not at the level it should be. My heartfelt apology.

Posted by: Jonathan Lapper at January 26, 2008 10:22 AM

Jonathan - like I said, no worries whatsoever. My sensitivity comes from long experience of having people say "Calm down" when I get obsessed about something. (Not saying that that's what you were doing!!) Now that I'm an adult and I've actually turned my obsession into something I can SHARE - and that people get a lot out of ... I have lost that embarrassment (I used to hide how obsessed i got - like when Ewan McGregor took over my life, etc.) ... but obviously there is still a remnant of sensitivity about it all.


Posted by: red at January 26, 2008 10:28 AM

I personally despise people saying "Calm down" or my favorite "snap out of it." If I could snap myself out of emotional distress or bliss I wouldn't feel any of it and I wouldn't want to be that person. And I am very sensitive to the thought of offending someone so forgive me for going overboard with this, and thanks for clarifying it all so well.

Posted by: Jonathan Lapper at January 26, 2008 11:29 AM

I just hope poor Dean Stockwell doesn't read this and realize he never had a chance with you. Cause, you know, you're not nuts. LOL. Ouch!

Posted by: Carrie at January 26, 2008 11:41 AM

red/Jonathan - I personally despise people saying "Calm down" or my favorite "snap out of it."

YES!!! THANK YOU!!!

Sheila - I hope you do get a luncheon with this guy!

Posted by: Sharon Ferguson at January 26, 2008 4:15 PM

Hopefully, this endeavor gives Special Ops the opportunity to use her new (and appropriately, black) car to do that thing where you flash the headlights to signal a fellow agent (say, Mitchell, for example)to start tailing of the subject on foot. Unwitting Future Husband is toast.

Best of luck. Let me know if you need a spare wheelman.

Posted by: Noonz at January 26, 2008 4:35 PM

No no no, you're supposed to kill the headlights/and put it in neutral (and stop the car with the parking brake, although that isn't the next line).

Hokay, I'm-a shut up now. ;-)

Posted by: Ken at January 27, 2008 12:44 AM

I love how the boys show up and give me car tips. That's awesome!!

Posted by: red at January 27, 2008 11:23 AM

Carrie - it's kinda like when I said to you when we were visiting you in Belfast: "In actuality, I am quite shy" and you did an actual spit take!!! hahahahahahahaha

Posted by: red at January 27, 2008 11:24 AM

Jonathan -

//If I could snap myself out of emotional distress or bliss I wouldn't feel any of it and I wouldn't want to be that person. //

hahahaha yes, I know just what you mean!!

Here's to never snapping out of it!

Posted by: red at January 27, 2008 8:23 PM
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