Having a birthday that, defying the principles of probability, seems to fall on the same weekend as Valentine’s Day every year, a father born on Christmas Eve, a brother born on Devil’s Night, and a mother and husband born the same week in April, increasing the odds that at least one of their birthdays will fall on the Easter weekend, I know a thing or two about the troubles of a holiday birthday. Continue reading
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What Your Beloved Nerd Wants for Christmas
These days just about everybody loves at least one nerd. In many ways this is quite advantageous; you never have to worry about how you’re going to hook up that lovely new entertainment system when you get it home, how you’re going to recover a decade’s worth of pictures when your hard-drive bursts into flames* or what to do when the twenty page document you just spent the last month writing won’t print. This relationship, however, can become troubling at Christmas time when you realize you have no idea what this person would like or how to even find the things they’ve told you they would like. Sometimes I wonder if my husband has written his Christmas list in pseudo-jargon just to mess with me. Despite wish lists that might as well be written in a different language and my outright inability to understand technology, over the last ten years with my nerd, I’ve learned how to make him happy on Christmas morning. Continue reading
For Somebody Else to Love: Re-Gifting Unwrapped
I am, admittedly, hard to shop for. This means that I get a lot of truly terrible gifts. It’s not so much that they are terrible gifts; they are just terrible for me. Friends and family think that they know my size or style when they don’t, they forget that my peanut allergy makes me unable to eat anything delicious, or they feel like contributing to my double-lifetime supply of lotions (seriously, who started this rumour that I am a very dry person?). Luckily, I am not above re-gifting. Continue reading
First Weekend Apart
Four months in and still surrounded by marital bliss, my new husband and I must be apart overnight for this first time. To make matters more pout-inducing, my husband’s trip will consist of not only one night, but two – he will be spending a whole weekend back home helping his father. This personal feature article will explore my actions, feelings and experiences during the first weekend apart from my husband. Continue reading