On occasion, I'll skim various job posting sites, looking to see the demand for people with my skill sets. I do this for several reasons: to see if I'm maintaining my skill sets, to check if others looking for the same people we're looking for, to know if I needed to find a job quickly I could. In the end, I glance at the various sites out of curiosity and little more.

I generally recall very few of the posts after I look at them. They mean little other than the casual glancing interest.

Every once in a while, however, I find one that just cracks me up. Today's job posting was for a Drupal developer to work on a hot hot hot start up with a group of dynamic people all striving to make this the biggest blah blah blah, the next myspace or flickr, or google or something. They lost me at "the next" part. Who wants to copy what someone else has done? Do something interesting.

I clicked through anyway, to see who these dynamic people at this hot hot start were. In my mind, web startups are full of programmers and designers and testers, people who can do, get things done and make progress. This company, however had a "Co-founder, Chairman, & Interim CEO," a "President & COO," a CTO, a "Co-Founder & Vice President of Business Development," a "Social Interaction Designer," and a "Consulting Designer" on the team page of their website. I read the descriptions, too. They went something like,

CEO: I tell you what to do

President: I also tell you what to do

CTO: I used to know what to do, but I don't any more. I just tell you what to do

VP: I'm trying to get us rich by begging for money. I tell you what to do.

Designer 1: I'm a Web 2.0 consultant. I just get paid. Oh, and tell you what to do.

Designer 2: I'm a developer. I'm drowning here. Help me. They keep telling me what to do.

I couldn't imagine taking on this job without like 50% of the equity of the company. Guaranteed the only person doing any work is the Drupal person they hire into the company, and it looks like a complete no win situation to me.

Thankfully, I managed to get a laugh out of the posting.

"You got me flowers and a card? Damn. I didn't get you anything. All I did was have sex with you."

"Works for me."

One of Alexander's traditions is to bring out cotton candy to the dinner table before dessert is ordered, or with the check. Ours was flavored banana bonaza.

Not that I did anything but lick it.

Kris and I were talking about our evening dinner. He told me a story.

"So, you know how we were cheering tonight? Well, when I tipped my glass to you, I tipped the bottom of my glass. When you tipped your glass, you held your glass in the middle and tipped the top of the glass to me.

Well, after practice on Sunday, I cheered my glass with Beth, and I presented the top of my glass. Beth tipped the top of her glass to me. I told her, 'Beth, Beth, don't you know the man rules?'

'What?'

'The man rules. You need to clink glasses with the bottom of your glass. If you touch the tops, you spread the spit around.'

'Really?'

Tyler piped up, 'Here, like this,' and cheered with me, touching the bottom of the glasses.

Beth said, 'Thanks, Tyler, for teaching me how to be a man.'

Tonight, I was thinking, 'Huh. Kitt does this, too.'"

"Great. Does that mean you're going to teach me how to be a man, too?"

"Well, if you're going to be the boy in the next life, you need to know the rules. This is why you're always the girl."

Kris and I have been married for three years today. Happy anniversary to us. Yay, us!

My plan was to arrive home, tell Kris to get into the car we were heading out, drive to the local sports store, have him help me buy a baseball glove, head out to the field and throw a baseball around. He's been trying to get me to throw around with him for a few weeks now, but I don't own a baseball glove (fancy that). That was what came to mind when I thought of what he'd like to do for our anniversary, throwing the baseball around, so I figured it was time to get one.

Kris had other ideas.

He made reservations and off we went to Alexanders (a site whose flash takes forever to load when you're loading uploading photos). I had some tuna dish, Kris had 12 ounces of filet mignon. At the end of the main course, I was so full, I couldn't eat another bite.

Not even a wafer thin mint.

A choclate brownie, however, I could eat. Sorta.

The waiter brought us out a "Happy Anniversary!" plate before we could order dessert. It was a wonderful surprise, and an amaingly tasty dessert. I pretty much pounded the dessert, leaving only a tiny bite for Kris, who was busy telling me of his cross-country violin trip with Matthew Albert.

When the waiter returned, I asked him if the brownie dessert he had just brought us was on the menu, I couldn't find it, and the only souffle dessert was an orange zest souffle (all souffles should be chocolate, dammit). He said no, but, hey, did we want him to bring out another one? Uh, hello? Yes.

He came back out with the next one. It read, "Happy Mother's Day." We laughed, then fixed the chocolate sauce for the correct message:

When the waiter came back, I casually mentioned Kris just graduated from college, maybe there was a Happy Graduation plate in the back? He laughed, and brought us out the next misprint:

At this point, after eating two more brownies, I had eaten so much food that standing up was physically painful. I have never been this full before, and hope to never overstuff myself at a meal like this again. I'd much rather leave just a little hungry than this full.

Kris rolled me out the door.

Happy anniversary, love. Here's to three more fantastic, wonderful years.