I won NaNoWriMo...so ner!

Okay, so obviously my writing skills are that of a five year old since I still use phrases like "so ner!" but that is completely and utterly not the point. The point is that at the beginning of the month of November my husband said to me that I had told him I was going to do NaNoWriMo many times before and he was yet to see a novel out of me. Last night I hit 50,045 words...partially just to spite him.

Now if you listen to his lies, he'll tell you that I've been writing a Mills & Boon novel but I maintain that I am forging new paths into the realm of "dirty chick lit". It's the novel for girls who secretly love reading Mills & Boon but don't want to...you know...be seen reading Mills & Boon! It's actually not even that dirty, even if the characters WERE dry humping in public at one point of the story (it's been established by an unbiased third party that they were).

But I digress. The point is that I was right and he was wrong. So ner.

This is why husbands and wives shouldn't keep secrets...

I have learnt a valuable lesson today...communication is key. I hate that we've had such a massive breakdown in communication, during our pre-marriage counselling we both agreed time and time again that we have a great ability to communicate openly with one another but here we are, two months in and we've each had to learn not to hide things from our spouse.

Let me explain. My husband and I are both what you would term "early adopters". If there is a new piece of technology, we're buying it. If we haven't bought it, there's probably a very good reason (lack of funds! Or there's a newer, better version on its way!). So when we stayed up on Saturday night/Monday morning to watch the live feeds of Apple's WWDC 2011, it wasn't anything unusual...but it was the start of our problem!

You see, Apple announced iOS 5.0 for the iPhone/iPad and it looked fantastic, they did a great job of selling it to us. This iOS would be bigger and better than all the previous incarnations, it would make our lives pure bliss...but it won't be rolled out to the general public until September. We could wait till then...couldn't we?

Of course, the iOS 5.0 beta was being released to Apple Developers that very day and it wasn't long before the download links were available to me via a quick Google search...the prize was in sight but no, it could not actually be downloaded unless you were a paying Apple Developer. At a cost of $119AUD, was it worth it? Well of course it was worth it! This would get me iOS 5.0 now...there would be no wait for me! Should I tell my husband my plan? No, I would keep this a secret from him, he might get angry at me "wasting" $119 on the Apple Developer program but just wait till I developed an app and made that money back, then he wouldn't care that I had joined the program.

Little was I to know that my husband had, not an hour before, made the decision to join the Apple Developer program and get iOS 5.0. Did he tell me he had decided to do this? No. As a result, we are now two people living in the same household with access to the same iMac with two separate paid Apple Developer accounts...did I mention that you can register other devices and between us we could've shared an account?

As my husband signed up first, he is clearly wrong and I am right!

My husband likes to make me scream...

...and not in the good way that you're thinking! No, there is nothing more hilarious to my husband than to hide in various places around the house so that I will scream when I see him. On some occasions, he will run and hide in a room that I'm heading to and it really is terrifying. To put this in perspective, imagine you're home alone and your imagination is running wild. It is so scary to think that there might be someone else in the house ready to jump out at you. Now try to imagine how scary it is to KNOW there is someone else in the house ready to jump out at you!

Picture this. You walk down the hallway to the bedroom, your heart is racing because you don't know if he'll jump out at you as soon as you open the door. You get up the courage to open the door and there's no one there. You walk into the en suite bathroom, your adrenalin is pumping, but there is no one there and the suspense is killing you. You turn around to go back to the bedroom and you see him, standing in the walk-in-robe ready to pounce.

You scream.

Yet my husband wonders why I'm so nervous and jumpy all the time!

The Great Teen Debate

So the real inspiration behind this blog came today. Now before I tell you this story, let me ask you a question. At what age does a person become a "teenager"? Really think about your answer. Do you have it?

If you answered "thirteen", you are RIGHT!

A friend on Facebook posted that his little girl was officially a teenager today as it was her thirteenth birthday. My husband replied that this wasn't the case, that a person becomes a teenager when they turn ten. His reason behind this is that we have the "20's", "30's", "40's", "50's", etc. and therefore that meant the decade of ten through to nineteen years of age is the "teens".

I don't think I really need to say much further on this blog, except that the word "teenager" is quite clearly used to describe someone between the ages of thirteen to nineteen when their age ends in "-teen".

My husband is wrong.

My first blog and a dubious "win" for me

I got married on the 10th of April to a man who I love dearly. He's a very clever man and he's also very talented at a wide range of activities. As a result of this, despite the title of this blog, he's right quite a lot of the time. It really is infuriating! He beats me at almost every activity, everything from tennis to playing pool. It's entirely frustrating to lose all the time, so I have invented increasingly sneaky tactics to try and beat him.

For instance, on our honeymoon we went to a maze. As a part of the "maze fun", you have to visit five poles in order then head to the "tower of Englightenment" (a tall cubbyhouse type structure that looks over the entire maze) before heading out. We agreed that it would be a race and to prove that we'd visited each pole in order, we would take a picture of each of them with our phones before heading out of the maze to win.

Shortly after entering the maze together we came to a crossroads. He went right, I went left...then I heard his shout of glee as he found the first pole. I knew right away that I would never beat him, so I did what any clever wife would do. I ran in the general direction of the exit and as soon as I was close enough, ducked under a wall blocking me from the "tower of Englightenment". I climbed the tower and took pictures of each of the poles with my camera from there, along with a photo of the tower, then headed to the exit nearby.

I win.