So, life in general can be pretty freakin' weird. You never know what's going to happen from one day to the next. It's been said that whenever God closes a door, he opens a window.

I can testify that this is true.

One just doesn't expect the door to shut because of a wind tunnel created by the window that had suddenly opened.

My devoted Cake Eater readers will know that the Great White Hunter landlord put the Cake Eater pad up on the market in early January. The house sold at the end of last month and we were given thirty-days notice to pack it up and move it out. The husband and I, after a weekend of denial, started looking for a new place to live within our neighborhood. I started mentally plotting our move: what would need to be packed and in what order, etc. As of last Friday we hadn't found a place to move to. We weren't too concerned. After all, we found this place three days before we had to move last time. What can I say? We're picky.

But we've moved a lot in our ten-year marriage, so we know not to get too freaked out and not to give in too early. Something always turns up. If a door has closed, a window opens. If you would have asked me last Friday, I would have told you that a house up the street was the abruptly opened window mentioned above. Today, it's a different window entirely.

It's my own window.

Where I could reach out and touch the three pine trees that reside outside if there wasn't a screen in the way. It's the one that I'm currently seeing my own reflection in because it's dark outside. It's the one that's currently letting in a stream of fresh, early-spring air. And it's the one I'll be looking at and out of for another year.

Yep. That's right kids. We're staying put!

If you want the entire story, read on after the jump. more...

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1 Woohooooo! I'm glad things worked out well for yas luv!

Posted by: silk at March 29, 2005 02:20 AM (JqjMx)

2 Theres always a sense of wonderment when things fall into place. Some call it luck or good fortune I prefer to call moments like that blessings. I thrilled for the both of you, a sense of permanance is a good thing!

Posted by: The Wizard at March 29, 2005 07:25 AM (N7YGA)

3 Huzzah! I liked the Cake Eater pad.

Posted by: ss at March 29, 2005 07:49 AM (fcxdR)

4 Wow. You are SOOO living right, girlfriend. Good for you guys!

Posted by: Christina at March 29, 2005 07:52 AM (zJsUT)

5 Wow, what a ride! Congrats on the landing, tho - Yip! Yip!

Posted by: Robert the Llama Butcher at March 29, 2005 08:02 AM (XBUdh)

6 Great news!

Posted by: Ith at March 29, 2005 02:24 PM (YUR+k)

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Oy.

I ate dinner almost six hours ago and I'm still full.

We had:

Ham (duh). After sticking about a thousand cloves into it, I glazed it with a gooey mixture of brown sugar, dried mustard and vinegar (if you can't figure out what the vinegar is for, just think sweet and sour and you'll get the drift)
• Pecan topped sweet potatoes. (This actually has a nice brown sugar/butter/flour crumbly topping. Mmmmmm)
• Biscuits. If I used Bisquik do they count as homemade?
• Asparagus. And the husband used his skills to whip up some fresh Hollandaise for it. MMMMMMMMMMMM

ML and The Doctor joined us for dinner and they brought cookies for dessert. I'm stuffed.

Still.

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Being an Uber Geek is not an easy thing for the husband. He is the IT guy for plenty of people: my parents, his parents, our friends and a number of small to mid-sized corporations. One of his jobs as Uber Geek is to hook these people up with software, as such he is a Microsquash Partner, because he gets good deals. He also gets loads of marketing tchotchkes from Microsquash. Some of this stuff is cool---a free USB memory key, beta versions of Office, etc.---but most of it is pure, unadulterated crap. T-shirts. Oxford shirts. Little foam rubber cars that have Windows XP Pro plastered all over them. Pens. Paper. You name one cheapola marketing tchotchke that you have on your desk currently from some company you have to deal with, and Microsquash has sent us a version of it.

These packs of tchotchkes just show up at the house. Today, for some unknown reason, DHL dropped a box from Microsquash off at the back of the house. The Cake Eater neighbor pulled his Passat into the garage tonight and just narrowly missed the box. He brought it up as I was fixing dinner and I handed it off to the husband, wondering what they'd sent him this time---particularly because the box was intended to cause a frisson.

I mean, it's not every day you get a package that declares, "Partners in Paradise: Maui may only be a deployment away." I thought, hey, here's our chance to go to Hawaii on Microsquash's dime. They're finally going to play free and loose with the payola! Excellent!

So, the husband opens it up...

And it's more crapola, of course. No free software. No free USB memory cards. Instead, it's leis. They sent him leis.

Ron freakin' Popeil should have been standing there, announcing to the world, "But, wait! There's more!" Because there was, indeed, more.

My devoted Cake Eater Readers, I have the pleasure of showing you just how Bill Gates chooses to spend that $40 some odd billion he has lying around on the people who recommend software for him.

Bill sent the husband a...

What the hell?

So now I have a freakin' pineapple in the fridge. Thanks, Bill!

Fortunately for me, Feisty Christina has some ideas for what I can do with it.

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