Day 2 of Being Husbandless
22 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
in Being a Woman, House and Home, Love and Marriage
No, nothing catastrophic happened. He’s just away on a weekend trip with the boys. But it has been interesting to see what happens when I am allowed to revert to what I am, away from an other.
I have sat around at home.
I haven’t done the dishes.
I haven’t talked much.
I only cook what I want, when I want.
I…really need to shower.
Good God it’s lonely.
So he’ll be back today and I’m sure he’ll have many fun stories to tell (and some that can probably never be told). And I’ll miss my weekend of bachelorettedom. But there will be another time. Perhaps next time I’ll even go do something productive.
So to each one of you reading this, I wish you an other, a someone:
Someone who inspires you every day.
Someone you wake up with each morning.
Someone you can wake up before each morning.
Someone you can wake up when they’re late for work.
Someone who gives good hugs.
Someone who is kind to you.
Someone who makes cool stuff.
Someone who is always excited to tell you about the cool stuff he/she is making.
Someone whom you can talk to.
Someone with whom you can be sad.
Someone with whom you can be what nobody else knows you are.
Today’s musings on existence and reproduction while riding the bus up to SFU.
25 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
in Funny, Love and Marriage, Simon Fraser University Tags: Children, existence, musing, quantum object, reproduction, SFU, thought
Train of thought:
Beverly reads friend’s post on Facebook, quoting Eckhart Tolle.
How do you pronounce Eckhart Tolle anyway?
Eckhart…is that the same as Aaron Eckhart?
Bet he was a first kid. People like to name their first child starting with A.
Why do people always name their children starting with such common letters?
What about Q. What words start with Q?
Quantum. Hah! I could name a child QUANTUM!
Hmm, Quantum what Hannah?
How about Quantum Object Hannah?
Random Frequent Flyer Dent.
I wish I could. But how would my poor little Chinese grandmother deal with a great grandchild named Quantum Object?
It would sound like “Kontomohdzeh Hehnnah”
And what if it never lived up to its name?
Quasi.
Perhaps I could call it Quasi Quantum Object Hannah.
That’s awesome!
…
My husband would never go for it.
…
Maybe I should just get a cat.
Yes, one day, I will get a cat, and name it Quasi Quantum Object Hannah.
Perhaps for Christmas someone can just get me a box and tell me there’s a cat inside!
Yes, that will do nicely.
Of Flux and Dreams
08 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Being a Woman, Dreams, House and Home, Love and Marriage, Peculiarly Awesome
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep, because reality is finally better than your dreams” – Dr. Seuss
Usually the best dreams come when my hormones are in a state of flux. Of course, sometimes this fluctuating hormone situation manifests itself as 1.) female hysteria, or 2.) really slow fuzzy minded incapacity to make even the smallest rational decisions or put together a decent sentence, both of which could be attributed, in most ways, to #1.
Well, hell. Bring on the flux.
I seem to intermittently blog about this every so often (yes, redundant wording, I know), but when one wakes up from something fucking amazing one can barely help typing it all out to get it all out and rejoice and bask in the sensory overload before it disappears forever. Dreams: Fucking Awesome Nonsense Extreme Realities. So yes, the dreams part of it is fucking amazing. Things happen in vivid technicolour, a singular old couch becomes the meeting place for every and all for an impromptu picnic, love happens, book characters manage to work themselves into the flux (yes, I do believe Arthur Dent and Fenchurch may have been there, flying through the night), the Canucks are amazing people and players, people come and go and are met with great fun, style, and curiosity, great pains are taken with small measurements, chicken breasts get cooked with a clothes iron (do try the steam shot function!), and all sort of ridiculous marvelous otherwise than perfectly usual nonsense.
Then I wake up.
Sometimes it’s a real letdown.
But today, I woke up to a plate of pancakes on the bed and James Blunt blaring on the living room stereo and a funny husband who made both happen, who then laughed and danced and loved with me.
So sometimes life happens in Technicolour too.
Steve Hannah Has A New Website! – http://shannah.ca
23 Apr 2011 Leave a Comment
in Love and Marriage, Tech The Crazy, Web Design and Web Related Tags: PDF OCR X, PDF to Excel, PDF to Spreadsheet, PDF to text, shannah.ca, sjhannah.com, Steve Hannah, SWeTE, Web Development, Web Lite, Web Lite Solutions, Web Lite Translation, Website Translation, Xataface
So, Steve Hannah, my brilliant husband, in the shuffle of things, let his personal domain name, sjhannah.com, EXPIRE.
Oops.
This is just a note to the people of the interwebularnets that if you happen to be looking for Steve Hannah of Web Lite Solutions, Web Lite Translation Corp, Web Lite SWeTE, Xataface, PDF OCR X, PDF to Spreadsheet Pro, etc., you should temporarily go visit him at
On shannah.ca you’ll mostly find blog entries directed at the web developer – the kind of blog that you’ll probably find when you’re at your wit’s end, pulling out your hair with your teeth because you’ve run into an insurmountable problem and are looking at Page 6 of your GOOOOOGLE search results for any nugget of help, a small thread of hope that someone else has run into your problem before…
And also funny and thoughtful entries on politics, the state of things in general, and life, not in general.
*IMPORTANT NOTE* – Don’t read his About Me page. It hasn’t been updated since 2006 (even though his blog entries are current) so it has some embarassing details about how we met…and stuff like that…Dataface is now Xataface, I don’t think he really uses Plone that much anymore, and I am most definitely NOT his girlfriend anymore.
Steve and Beverly Hannah - Circa October 2010
This is what we look like, at our stomping grounds in Burnaby, BC, Canada – at Simon Fraser University – Steve’s the Web Developer for the Faculty of Communication, Art, and Technology, and I’m (STILL) an undergraduate Linguistics student there. Met there in 2004 and huh, wouldn’t ya know it, it’s 3 days till our 3rd wedding anniversary.
Lonely Soles Single Socks Mixer – Finding Solemates
31 Jan 2011 Leave a Comment
in House and Home, Love and Marriage Tags: beauty, connection, loneliness, loss, love, lovers, separation, single, socks, solemate, soulmate
Yesterday I held my Annual Lonely Soles Single Socks Mixer, which may or may not be annual – it depends on what the demand is like in my socks community. If I hear of too many disgruntled and lonesome socks wandering aimlessly, wasting their lives away, unused, unappreciated, and moping about sorrowfully with low self esteem, I may decide that it’s time to plan the social event a little further ahead than usual.
The Story of the Single Socks:
Some were young and fresh in love when they came to me. Matched to each other and only each other, they went everywhere together. They were perfect for each other. They were inseperable. They swore they would be together for life. They were as happy as peas in a pod.
Most came to me as normal folks. Average looking, one could be exchanged for another, and no one would notice. They were with their partners for functional reasons. It worked. Nothing was wrong. Everything was fine.
But over time, each separated from their other.
Some ripped apart by careless superiors over space and time, stuffed in couch crevices, kicked under the bed, sent to separate camps during difficult times of segregation and ethnic cleansing, left behind by the careless superiors in dark and dingy apartment complex laundry rooms, only to be crucified on the communal cork board of shame with other lost and unwanted socks.
Some lovers ran away. Some of the most beautiful ones. The only ones. The most prized – they left, never to be seen again. Perhaps they couldn’t take the pressure, or just wanted to be average, or they just didn’t get along with their mate, and needed to leave it all behind. Perhaps the relationship was all just for looks, while underneath, trouble had been brewing for a while.
Sadly, I remember how some were widowed – one drowned in the lake when a boat capsized. They were the only two of a kind, mated for life, and now only One is left, waiting, looking out of the box, forever waiting for the other to return. Sometimes an Other uses the One for a day or two, but soon enough, the One is tossed aside, and the Other goes back to its long-term partner. The One is black and blue, and it waits. It waits.
Most were together at first, and then just drifted apart over time.
Some had been around the block more than others, and it showed. The tiredness, the wear: they didn’t have the energy for nonsense any longer.
For most, the Lonely Soles Single Socks Mixer was a chance to reconnect with someone that might’ve always been around, who they knew in the back of their minds they’d probably have a good chance of connecting with, someday. The kind who had often walked past each other, but had never given the other a single thought as anything more than an acquaintance.
Most at the Lonely Soles Single Socks Mixer were average. Some were especially good looking. All were single. And happily, some matches were made.
Others are still single.
And others are still waiting for their solemate to return.
Lonely Soles Single Socks Mixer 2011
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