A couple of completely unrelated

A couple of completely unrelated things

Survivor Battle of the Sexes:
Jeeezus women. What the hell is wrong with you?! While I did in fact leap off the couch and high five the Missus when you won (by the soon to be hairs on your chinny chin chins) I still can't believe that you have NO skills what so ever. See, now if I was going to be headed into the heart of the Amazon on national fucking television, I think I would have read a friggin book or two on oh, say, how to build a shelter, how to start a fire... Oh wait, I'm a dyke. Nevermind. And that icky scary spider you bravely chopped with a machete and tossed into the fire? You'll be eating those suckers in a week. That's good protein.

The guys? Well, I expected nothing less than the chest thumping testosterone fest they displayed. Let's hope they learn nothing from this. I'd like to see the women kick their asses. Those babes better get their shit together - but quick!

Valentine's Day:
This day is always weird for me. I have horrible flashbacks to elementary school. You know, when you taped a big heart envelope on the front of your desk and the popular kids went around and validated or shattered your self worth with a little piece of paper. I hated that. I hated the waiting and the feelings of inadequacy as I saw other kids with stacks of them and I only got 8 (and one was from the teacher).

But I'm all grown up, things are different now - or are they? Every year, the pressure is on. Will she be wowed? Can I still impress her? While I would like to think that I am a hopeless romantic, I seldom get my shit together in time to sweep the Missus off her feet (again). After 12 years, it's hard to be creative. Everything seems over done and over marketed. Personally, I prefer the 15th to the 14th - Everything is 50% - 75% off and you can probably get a dozen roses for around $15 (saving money is always a turn on for her). Bonus: it's even more of a surprise.

Tonight, we're going out. No matter what - we always have a great time together. Cards and flowers are just things. True love is intangible. As long as after all these years we can still laugh and we're still crazy about each other. That's what's important. But some flowers couldn't hurt...

Babe, you still make my heart go