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01.02.07
Posted in Mawwage at 9:13 pm by Adriene
Jeff decided to embark on a mad hair-growing experiment about two months ago. He hasn’t cut his hair since early November, and I was quite vocal up until a couple of weeks ago about how I REALLY wasn’t keen on him growing his hair out.
You see, Jeff’s hair is, well, voluminous, for lack of a better term. It’s thick and wavy, and the longer it gets, the wavier it gets. He used to keep it fairly long in high school and college, which brought about the infamous “beret hair” picture taken his sophomore year in college. (Jeff’s excuse for that one was that it was very windy outside and he didn’t have time to pat his hair down before the picture was taken). Jeff’s dad apparently used to threaten to buy ribbons and bows for Jeff to put in his hair in high school. He started wearing it shorter when we started dating, and it’s been fairly short up until now.
But, for better or for worse, Jeff is growing it out again. As I mentioned before, I wasn’t too keen on the idea. And I’m still not 100% sold on the idea. But, I’ve decided that well, it’s his hair. And he’s a grown man. And I’m not his mother. So, if he wants to grow it out, then grow it out, I say.
I guess I should be happy that he HAS hair.
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05.04.06
Posted in General, Mawwage at 11:58 am by Adriene
Last night, after I washed my face and brushed my teeth and was about to crawl into bed, I walked into the living room to kiss Jeff goodnight, and witnessed him watching something on TV involving two F-14’s involved in a dogfight with another plane. One pilot exclaimed “MAVERICK! You’ve got one on your tail!”
“Are you watching Top Gun?” I asked.
Jeff turned around, looking startled (I guess I snuck up on him). “Yeah,” he said, turning a little pink and looking a bit sheepish. “It sucked me in.” (We then made the obligatory Tom Cruise joke, etc.)
I laughed, because I know EXACTLY what he’s talking about. I, too, can be sitting on the couch, flipping through channels, and land on Top Gun, and before I know it, I’ve watched the entire thing. The same can be said for Dirty Dancing, any John Hughes movie, and pretty much anything involving Meg Ryan.
I’ve often wondered why that happens, especially with movies I’ve seen over and over again. What baffles me is that I’ll do it with movies that aren’t even good. Anyone have any ideas?
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05.02.06
Posted in General, Mawwage at 11:10 am by Adriene
I think I’ve discovered something that makes me quite different that most other women my age. The way most women are about human babies, I’m that way about baby animals.
Seriously. On the way home the other day, I passed a Canadian goose and her goslings waddling around on the side of the road. “Ohhhhh…. they’re so cute. I want one.”
Later on in the drive, I passed the horse farm around the corner from our house. They apparently have a new foal - he was walking along next to his mama, and I confess, I got a little misty-eyed. 
The quickest way to turn me into a puddle of goo is to hand me a puppy or a kitten. Something about being small, fuzzy, and having a wet nose just makes you absolutely adorable to me. If I had my way, we’d have multiple cats, plus a dog or two, and maybe some birds.
Luckily (I guess), Jeff does not share quite the fascination I do with animals. He tolerates the fact that Lizzie exists, but he’s not too eager to bring her some more friends to play with.
So, it’s probably good I married Jeff. Otherwise, I could have very well turned into the Crazy Cat Lady.
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04.23.06
Posted in Mawwage at 7:29 pm by Adriene
(The following conversation occurred at approximately 11:30 this morning in the Holland kitchen)
Jeff: Uh, Adriene?
Me: Yeah?
Jeff: Are you going to go to the grocery store today?
Me: Probably. Why?
Jeff: Take a look at the contents of the fridge.
I looked in the fridge, and what I saw would make the ordinary person think a bachelor lived at our house, instead of a couple who’s been married nearly five and a half years:
- jar of dill pickles
- half a jar of salsa
- half a jar of tomato sauce
- four bottles of Harp
- half a 12-pack of Diet Cherry Coke
- three cans of Budweiser Select (left over from when my parents visited last weekend. They’re all Jeff’s. I won’t touch them.)
- three bottles of salad dressing
- half a bag of baby carrots
- a tub of margarine
Yep. That was it.
Our lives have been pretty hectic over the past two weeks - I hadn’t really had a full grocery shopping trip since we got back from New Orleans two weeks ago. I hadn’t cooked a proper meal since then, either (save for Easter, but Mom helped with that one). Most nights, we just ate out or ate sandwiches or something.
So, needless to say, I had wifely guilt this morning once the state of our kitchen was brought to my attention. Usually moments like this jar me into the Domestic Goddess mindset, and I’ll make some elaborate dinner to prove that I haven’t turned into a total slacker. And it’s usually not good on the Holland budget, either, because I wind up spending $500 at the grocery store (yes, this is an exaggeration. You may pick yourself up off the floor now).
We now have a full pantry and fridge. And I made teriyaki beef kabobs, baked potatoes, and salad for dinner. And I feel much less like a bachelor.
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04.09.06
Posted in Mawwage, My Immaculate Taste in Music at 8:31 pm by Adriene
Being married to someone who is almost five years older than you usually doesn’t present many issues. You’re both still at that “age” where there wasn’t much difference in your upbringing to create much debate amongst the two of you.
I have, however, discovered that this does not extend to the realm of music. Especially when it comes to the debate over whether grunge music was a necessary evil vs. whether it is a good musical style on its own (as well as a huge influence on today’s music).
Jeff sits on the side of the fence that maintains that grunge rock is, at best, overrated. I think he sees it as more of a necessary evil than anything. (I also think he’s still somewhat embittered that it effectively killed hair metal). I think I have finally gotten him to admit that it was necessary in order to form the sound music has today (including many bands Jeff currently likes), but he still cringes every time he hears Eddie Vedder’s voice on the radio.
I’m on the other side of the argument. I agree that it was a huge influence on today’s music (something Jeff doesn’t deny), but I also was a great musical style in and of itself. Anytime “Plush” comes on the radio, it gets cranked up to eleven and belted out (granted, I must be in a car by myself at the time - I don’t perform in front of crowds. :lol:).
So, gentle readers (all three of you), I’m curious. Where do you stand in this debate? Whatever the prevailing opinion on here is will be the final verdict in the Holland household (unless, of course, it’s not in line with my opinion. 
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