So the DH has begun, or perhaps re-begun, his blogging, going on about PIM and other geeky things. He’s quite the super geek, a systems administrator in his mild-mannered alter ego, and these sorts of things interest him. He’s found a book that’s sparking his imagination in wonderful ways, and I think it can only do him good.

Of course, now he will be using his superhero powers more and more, so I will have do pull out my own secret identity, or rather work on one… what will it be?

Tonight the DH and I went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. That was a fun movie! I won’t spoil it for anyone, but I will say that I once again see why I LOVE Harrison Ford. When I say LOVE, I mean it in the way some women LOVE chocolate, some men LOVE football (on both sides of the pond), the way my BFF LOVES her Frankie. It’s in that kind of way that’s indescribable, but you sure want to try, because it gives you new opportunities to love the object of your affection that much more. Even at his slightly advancing age, that man is just delicious! Rugged, worn but not worn out, funny in that wry, slightly self-deprecating way, with I-just-got-out-of-bed-and-I-still-look-this-good hair, a great smile, and the best eyes… *sighs longingly* Luckily, for me, the DH understands that if the ever-so-dreamy Mr. Ford should happen to toss aside his slender chippy and come knocking, I will be opening the door. Of course, I will probably have to wrap a towel around my head to hide the white hairs that refuse any color and continue their relentless advance, in spite of my efforts to stop them. And then there’s the whole “love me, love my husband” thing… I’m sure not giving up the DH just because the hunky Harrison flies his own plane, and has a fab ranch in Wyoming, complete with horses I’m sure, and used to go to Ripon College.

I suppose that will put a bit of a damper on any fantasies of running off with the fabulous Ford… so I will remain supremely happy with the DH… we will wander around this little country (have I ever mentioned that Denmark is just about the size of one of the Great Lakes?), and make lovely american-style apples pies with just a little danish in them – recipe to follow once it’s perfected – when we come home. Seriously, we make a wonderfully, sinfully delish apple pie, deep dish with crumb topping, full of sugary, cinnamony (huge thanks to the lovely Karla for hooking me up with all the fab cinnamon in this woefully backwards little country we live in – can you believe they think cinnamon is only to be used sparingly here… what kind of place is this?!) goodness, you can taste the love and spices when we’re done with one of those. After all, isn’t that really what apple pie’s all about anyway? Tasting the love… mmmmmm… We’re baking one up tomorrow, we’ll save you a piece.

It seems, in my zeal to defend this site from spam, that I accidentally erased a couple of actual comments from friends. So I say here that I’m very sorry for that, I didn’t delete them on purpose, I just got caught up in my spam extermination mode, and the next thing you know, poof… there goes the neighborhood!

I will be much more careful in the future about deleting things, so this doesn’t happen again. I can’t have my precious readership think that I randomly toss out comments, or that some evil twin Wren has gotten hold of my blog and is tossing things left and right.

So what the heck is all the fuss about California FINALLY deciding to allow homosexuals to marry officially? What is the big deal, that even more people want to have it officially recorded that they are with each other, that they want to have the same rights, and responsibilities, as everyone else? How can it be that this is a bad thing? What, because all the heterosexual couples are providing such excellent role models right now? Oh yeah… let’s see now… a married senator (hetero) spends thousands on a call girl, while two female actors live together in a loving, monogamous relationship. But we should deny the couple a right to be acknowledged as a married couple, just like the senator, because they’re lesbians and might somehow encourage our children to become gay because they’re married?!?! Wow, what crack are people smoking to come up with reasoning like that? So, if that reasoning is to stand, that would mean that this particular married senator will be encouraging our children to become cheating morons, since he is legally married, and a role model. Again I say wow…

To be honest, most of the straight people I know, singles or couples, have been in and out of more relationships than I have shoes, and I just added seven new pairs to my collection! Meanwhile, most of the homosexual people I know have had longer monogamous relationships than just about anyone except my parents. Why is that? And, if that’s the case, then the role models we should be following would be the couples that tend to stay together, don’t you think?

Ah, but that would be too logical, wouldn’t it? Oh please… wake up people, get your heads out of your nether regions, and see exactly how stupid it is to complain about this. Is it because you’re jealous that they’re doing something you’re incapable of? Or are you just not wanting a group of folks who might actually respect the institution of marriage showing you up?

All I know is this… if a couple is willing and able to deal with all the goods and bads, and is ready to step up to the plate and take on all the rights and responsibilities that come with the institution of marriage, then more power to you, make sure to sign your full name on the line, and let me know where you’re registered, my husband and I will get you a gift! Welcome to married life!

By my calculations, I’ve been quiet for quite a while now. No real excuse for it, just life. School, lots and lots of school, family events, trying to study, doing a bit of work, all of it has wittled away at my time. Then fitting in time with the DH, housework, and fighting off random illnesses just seems to wear me out for doing much more than checking my e-mail and occasionally updating my facebook profile. So, as I said, no real excuse, just life. But I will try and peek in more than once in a great while. A bit of effort into schedule reorganization should provide some small holes that I will try and fill with updates for you, my die-hard loyal readership. If you’ve stuck with me this long, I must reward you in some small, hopefully entertaining way.

Since November, when I last wrote, much has gone on. Tests have been taken, Ireland was treated to a visit by the one and only Wren, another semester of school was started, tests were flunked in a glorious way – not really a laughing matter, but it’s that or cry, and I prefer to save that for something really important, and we even found time for a trip back to the farm in Seattle, to see the newest babies and all the other critters that occupy Vicky’s time. I tell you, that was entertaining! Definitely a nice break before this next round of finals, which starts tomorrow. Speaking of that, I better get back to studying. Just wanted to say hi, thanks for sticking around, I hope to make up for my silent ways over the summer and give you something entertaining to pass the time a bit more often than I have of late.

Since I’ve been in the fair land of Denmark, I’ve gotten that question a lot. I generally have a stock answer, something along the lines of ‘oh I met this wonderful guy, and decided to begin my world-traveling phase’, or something similar. But it’s just a generic response, it doesn’t really get to the meat of it. Which is a bit more complicated than that, I assure you gentle readers. How much more complicated? Well… it’s complicated.

I’ve always been something of a wanderer. From the earliest time I can remember, I’ve wandered from place to place, staying for a while here, visiting there, moving on when an outside something insisted it was time. Sometimes that something was a person, insisting it was time to move to the next home; sometimes it was an event, insisting that safety dictated a move to more secure environs… and perhaps because it started so early on, it just became second nature, part of the things that make up this little Wren. So it has gone, for a very long time. For a while, it was almost like clockwork, every 5-6 years. Then I slowed down a bit, found a little space to call my own, and nested. Maybe it was the years, time to stop wandering quite so much.

But now I’m here, the wandering started up again. Why? Well, mainly just because. Just because I found a great guy, just because 40 is a good time to do something a bit out of the ordinary, just because all the different things that make up a life seemed to be pointing me in another direction than I’d been headed for awhile. Just because…

Is that complicated? I don’t know… sometimes things are as they are, just because. But even that, in itself, can be complicated.

So, a while ago (now, it’s been a bit since I’ve written) I got notice of an update of a blog I read, and found the post both interesting and a bit apropos of my situation. The link is still good, just checked it myself, and I still find it as interesting, and as fitting, as it was the first time.

Maybe the next time I get asked ‘why are you here?’ I’ll say ‘Just because’… and leave it at that.

I would encourage anyone with an urge, to wander; just because. Not all who wander are lost…

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