Bits&Pieces

a really insanely touching thing that Dan said, and my new official rule on self-portraits

So last night, Dan and I are sitting at the kitchen table, eating a substantive serving of whole wheat capellini, tomato sauce and Byerly's label freshly grated parmesan, and I was telling him in a very the-world-and-Weight-Watchers-has-beaten-me-down tone of voice that sure, I was eating healthier, and yeah, my snacks were things like almonds and dried fruit, and that okay, I was walking almost every day, and so on and so forth, but that I still missed being a skinny smoker, and I would never deny that.

Trying not to sound ridiculously melodramatic, however, I weakly pointed out that I was not, in fact, a smoker anymore, and that I was still fairly proud of that, whoop de frickin' do.

Now you know guys. You know how sometimes, they just aren't sure what to say or do when they sense their partner is trapped in the suckage of a pity whirlpool. So what do they do? Usually, they start hitting the facts. The numbers. Pointing out the non-emotion related things that are supposed to make you feel good, instead of just saying, "OH, honey. I KNOW!"

Now first, a little back story before I continue: Dan is convinced he will outlive me. And rarely, if ever, do I challenge him on this fact. His grandmother is 96. Her sister lived to be older than that, and her other sister is still alive. He has longevity in his genes. We often imagine him moving to a loft in downtown St. Paul, living the hipster lifestyle as only an 80-plus year old man can, and very likely, having an endless stream of hot 70-year-old chicks at his disposal.

I mean, afterall... he IS really charming.

So there I am, in my melancholic stupor, and Dan is pointing out that YES, eating almonds and dried fruit is WAY better than potato chips, or loaves of french bread, and that the walking is doing wonders for my ass, and that the not smoking thing is absolutely HUGE as far as my health and longevity go.

And then, sweetly, with glistening eyes, he says: I only want to outlive you by one day.

Gulp.

God, I have no idea why or how, but this man really seems to like me.

And with that out of the way, I would like to present my new official rule on self-portraits:

they MUST include a toilet.

Have a great weekend.

Love,
Cathy

Definitely weighs heavily in favor of the notion that years and years of marriage can lead to the melding of two into one

DAN: "You know what would be great? To go camping…with Sherpas. They pack all the stuff, do all the cooking. And you just get to enjoy nature. You know?"

I'm sorry. I'm not sure if I heard you correctly, because I'm so turned on right now. Could you repeat it?

Cathy Zielske…Dog Whisperer

Meet Nana.

She is not my dog.

I was on the phone the other day with my BFF Molly, who I am fairly certain rarely, if ever, reads my blog because she's heard and seen it all so many times, honestly, why bother? (Hi Mo! It's me... Mac!) and I casually tossed out, "There's a 140-pound St. Bernard in my house right now," and she's all like, "What are you now? The dog whisperer?" (Because the last time I'd talked to her, a few days earlier, we had sweet little Kyla, the Dog I Want To Have Cloned, staying with us for the weekend.)

I am not actually a dog whisperer, and as any of you loyal blog readers know, I am not presently capable of owning a pet of my own, and so, I take care of others' dogs when the needs arise. And this lovely dog belongs to my sweet neighbors Jay and Lesley, and she is here because little Jack Malone and Stella McIntosh were born on Tuesday night, and that means their big "sister" Nana needed to get a little extra lovin' while the new Mom and Dad tend to business. Make sense? Make good run-on sentence? Yes?

Which reminds me of something Dan said to me while the previously-linked Kyla was staying with us. I was lamenting that I wished I could have a dog. A dog just like Kyla. That I really hoped someday I could be emotionally ready for a dog. And Dan, in his thoughtful and loving way said:

"Yeah. I mean, it's not like you're home all day and could actually take care of one."

Isn't that sweet? If I had been within spitting distance of my special monthly time, I might have just had him go on ahead and set up his new bedroom in the basement. But instead, I just laughed because he really did have a point.

He makes good points a lot. Like this morning, when I was droning on and on about my fall from Weight Watchers grace yesterday (which occurred somewhere between countless slices of summer sausage, two Sierra Mists, and three helpings of Village Wok chicken fried rice) and I said to him:

"It's like I'm going to have to live my entire life on a diet. Just like I'm going to have to live my entire life without smoking."

To which he replied: "I know… it's just like I'm going to have to live my entire live without ever having a three-way."

I love it when he really gets where I'm coming from.

Dan

I tell Dan this morning that I want to buy some layering tees, long and short sleeved… that I really think it's going to be my critical wardrobe plan for winter 2008… that I think it's time that I start layering. His reply:

"I've been saying that for years. I practically invented layering."

Dan

"Oh, that's just ridiculous…what? Is she supposed to be Mike Brady's daughter? Oh, and here are some plans I've drawn up for a split-level house…in pink."

Said while I forced him to look at the new PB Teen catalog, specifically, at this photo:

happy 16

Me, as Dan is heading out the door to work: "I love you, honey…I'd marry you again!"

Dan: "I'd marry me again, too."

Me: "Honey!"

Dan: "Oh…sorry. I used the wrong pronoun."

Happy anniversary, babe. I love you.

Dan

So I'm cleaning up the kitchen last night, doing an extra special good job, because I'm hosting a Pampered Chef party tonight (I know, my coolness is SUCH a distraction at times), and I'm explaining to Dan that I'll pick up a pizza for him and the kids from Papa Murphy's, but that later, during the party, he'll want to come downstairs to taste the dish the demonstrator is making, because, "It's reallyl yummy…it's this anti pasta pizza thing."

To which he replies: "But I'm FOR pasta."

And I've never heard that one before, and think it's the funniest thing ever. He says it's one of the oldest ones out there. And I say, "Well, it's new to me.

To which he acknowledges, adding "My timing was impeccable."

Cole

Aidan was teasing Cole about going to a girl classmate's birthday party, because he'd be surrounded by a bunch of girls, and I told her that there's nothing wrong with a boy going to a girl's party, and that the girls love Cole, to which Cole added:

"Yeah…the girls always start mobbing me! They're like little demons…except wonderful."

Warning: explicit content and early '90s warning

Dan: "Well what about David Duchovny?"

Me: Um, no.

Dan: "Depp?"

Me: Uh-uh.

Dan: Grieco?

Me: Absolutely.

In the oft-appearing, always charming and completely fruitless discussion about potential three-way candidates. He just knows me SO well…

Edited to add: the only reason he brings up this discussion in the first place, is in the hopes that it will swing his way…and that would involve Tea Leoni in some capacity…among others.

In your dreams, buddy. In your dreams.

Coleman

While watching a show on Animal Planet called Animal Miracles, he was telling me the story about a police officer's who's dog died in the line of duty, saving the officer's life, when he added, emphatically: "It's just so touching."