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Reason #337 Why I Love Captain Cavedweller

Posted in Captain Cavedweller, tagged , , on September 14, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Saturday was Captain Cavedweller’s birthday, as I mentioned in my post Monday.

His mom and sister came to visit and we piled in the car and went to a parade. The combination of it being hot, having to walk several blocks to watch the parade and there being three girls to spur each other on, we decided to leave our purses in the car and go fetch them after the parade when we took our chairs back.

By the time the parade was over and we were all a little more than toasty, Captain Cavedweller volunteered to pack the chairs back to the car while we women-folk went into the cool of the stores and shopped to our heart’s content. Sounded like a great plan to us. Right up until we remembered our purses were in the car.

So as CC turned to walk away, I called after him “Don’t forget to bring our purses with you.”

Shooting me a glare, it was one of those priceless moment when he would really like to pretend he’s never met me before. We agreed to meet in front of a store across the street in a few minutes.

We got busy gawking and talking and the next thing I knew, several moments had gone by. Like 10 more than we said it would take for us to meet him. Hurrying across the street, there he patiently waited with handbags dangling from his big hands. He never mentioned us keeping him waiting, especially with the girlish purses. He just handed them over and said “what’s next?”

I know some guys would rather die than be seen carrying or even momentarily holding a purse for their wife or girlfriend. In fact, I know a few guys who absolutely refuse.

Captain Cavedweller, who is comfortable in his own skin and confident in who he is, has never been bothered by it. At least if he is, he doesn’t show it.

And no, it hasn’t robbed him of his man card to hold my purse on occasion. I don’t overuse the privilege and he knows the times he is asked to touch my purse will be few and far between.

But I do have to say, his willingness to not just hold our purses but carry them for several blocks through throngs of people made me realize once again, he’s quite a guy.

She Who Really Appreciates Captain Cavedweller

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I Love A Parade

Posted in Captain Cavedweller, Musings, tagged , , , on September 12, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Saturday was Captain Cavedweller’s birthday. In honor of the auspicious occasion, a parade was thrown and much to-do was made.

Not really.

But we did got to a parade.

Captain Cavedweller’s mom and sister came for the weekend to help celebrate his birthday. So early Saturday morning we piled in the car, drove an hour and set up our chairs in anticipation of watching the parade.

Despite the fact we thought we might be fried like eggs on the hot pavement due to the warm temperatures, it was a lot of fun.

There is just something about a parade, especially when the community comes out in force to support it. Much candy was thrown, bands marched, floats floated, and horses …. well, they did what horses generally do on a long parade route.

There were cute little girls in pink-themed wagons, a cowboy band playing everything from a trumpet to a drum via horseback  (The one with the drum must have a horse with the best temperament ever.), and old cars of every shape, style and make.

But I think my favorite part of the parade was the tribute the local firefighters gave to the victims of 9/11. It was heartfelt and touching and made more than one person teary-eyed.

It is in those sweet moments that I fully realize just how very proud I am to be an American.

She Who Is Saluting All Our Servicemen and Women and Sending Them a Big Thank You

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Corn Dogs and Kettle Corn

Posted in Captain Cavedweller, Musings, tagged , on August 31, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Our County Fair is officially under way today.

For me, that means Captain Cavedweller will drag me to the fair after work, make me walk through every animal barn, look at every display and force me to eat a corn dog while he scarfs down some barbecue-type sandwich and a pile of curly fries. We won’t be able to leave until he was acquired a bag of kettle corn and an elephant ear. Ah, the joys of the fair.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

It reminds me too much of some of the fun experiences I had when I was much younger and attending the fair. My dad often competed in the tractor pulling events while my brother and sister-in-law were known to get in one the horse racing action. Several of my cousins could be found showing sheep or steers and there would be a number of entries from family members in the produce and baked goods areas.

The fair was a great time to connect with family and friends alike. To slow down the hectic pace of summer and just relax and enjoy for an hour or two.

And indulge in deep fried food that I can feel clogging my arteries as I ate it.

Fair time is definitely a fun time full of great memories.

If you have the opportunity to attend a small-town county fair, take advantage of it.

And it a corn dog for me.

She Who Wants An Elephant Ear

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The Cave Locker

Posted in Captain Cavedweller, tagged , , on August 4, 2011| Leave a Comment »

See the hideous pile of outerwear mounded on my floor?

You’ll never guess where it came from.

After a decade of collecting what seems to be everything but a kitchen sink in his locker at work, Captain Cavedweller decided he would clean it out and bring everything home to be washed.

Lucky me.

The first mind-boggling  thought was how he had all this stuffed in his locker. A locker very similar in size to those filling the hallowed halls of high schools across the country.

And the best part is that he hasn’t brought it all home yet. So just to give you an idea of what I have been tackling in the midst of our first heat-wave of the summer, I have so far washed:

6 pairs of wool socks

7 pairs of regular tube socks

1 hat

1 pair of long johns

1 pair of rain pants

2 rain coats

1 fleece jacket

1 fleece vest

1 windbreaker

1 quilted coat liner

2 shorter coats

1 long coat

1 sweatshirt

1 sweater (this one has me completely puzzled because CC hates sweaters. When asked how many times he’s worn it, the response was “once for an hour or so.” Just what I suspected.)

3 scarves

1 pair of fleece earwarmers

27 gloves (because there is one lost somewhere, so we don’t have an even 14 pairs!)

The locker also contained 4 pairs of boots, 2 pairs of tennis shoes, and a large bag full of assorted and sundry junk I haven’t quite been able to make myself dig into yet.

Just looking at all this outdoor winter wear makes me nearly as wilted as my flower garden.

Wish me luck for round two!

She Who Is Going to Go Find a Popsicle

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