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Thirty-Seven and Counting!

Congratulations to my parents, who have hit 37 years of marriage! (As I had mentioned earlier when I explained the 37th anniversary gift.)

Earlier today I talked to my mom and I asked her, “what’s the secret to 37 years of marriage? What have you learned?” She responded with a bunch of words, which I was not expecting. I had hoped for a politician-like sound byte. Perhaps, “hard work, good old fashioned American can do attitudes, and a winning smile!” Something that sounded good, but really wasn’t saying anything.

Instead she said … stuff.

One of the items she mentioned was also something I had heard at a lecture: the idea of how 50/50 is bad. It seems counter-intuitive (at least to me) but just wait, you’ll see it will make sense.

In a successful relationship, you should plan and want to give 60% of the effort. If you’re in a bad relationship, your counterpart now has it made. If you’re in a good relationship you’ve got two people who want to give 60%, which is great. It doesn’t make sense mathematically, but it’s great. Here’s what that buys you:

If you go into something 50/50, you may end up paying attention to how much the other person has contributed. I did the dishes last night, now it’s your turn. That sort of thing … But if you go into something thinking you’ll be giving 60% then you will not sweat the small stuff. You won’t think before acting if it should actually be the other person’s turn.

So there you go, from my mom and some random lecturing person … A tip for a long-lasting relationship!

Congrats again to the parentals!

You Rock, Rock

Lindsay Stallings, class of 1482, who had become a part of a major street in New York City was recently lost. The killer is believed to have been a jackhammer, the end of far too many of us.

Joe Bishop, class of 400 B.C., recently returned from a world tour. Over the hundreds of years since graduating, Joe has eroded into the size of a pebble, which he believes helped him take this tour. “I was eaten by a really dumb bird and … Well, ‘dropped off’ in the Atlantic Ocean. From there I had a series of carriers – my favorite is a tie between a whale and a Russian soldiers boot – and I somehow made it back home to Nova Scotia. Funny thing is, my wife had only just noticed I was gone. She’s pretty stoic, even for a rock.” The university would like to extend its congratulations to Joe for a long, wonderful life and his recent world tour.

Look out everyone because we now have our most famous classmate: Thomas St. Luis, class of 1242 was apparently used as the model for a meteorite in a recent movie depicting an ‘end of days scenario.’

Catastrophe turned into true love for graduate Charlotte O’Hare, class of 22 A.D., recently. “I was close to a GORGEOUS rock, flirting and feeling things out, when all the sudden I was kicked! Some little trio of human boys, walking and KICKING me! Kicking me along like I’m just some OBJECT! Me! A direct descendant of the Mt. Kilimanjaro line! Anyhow … luck was on my side that day because I ended up being kicked right into the patient arms of my now husband, Doug.” Congratulations to Charlotte and Doug!

Anniversaries and Their Gifts

My parent’s THIRTY-SEVENTH wedding anniversary is coming up. Kudos to them! (And more to come on that later.)

In the meantime, here is a list of anniversary gifts by the years. This list has some unexpected things in it.

For the 37th anniversary the traditional gift is … Ready? … Alabaster. Alabaster! What? Wait … what is alabaster?

Other notables:

24 is musical instruments. You’re at that point in your relationship where you know your spouse, possibly better than yourself, and you decide you want to drive him/her crazy.

27 is sculpture … There are, undoubtedly, rich couples out there who have had sculptures made of themselves for this anniversary, and that is great.

44 is groceries … GROCERIES!

46 is “original poetry tribute”

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You forgot the milk
What happened to the you I knew two years ago?

47 is books … And I have a feeling, depending on how 46 went for you, the book may be an idiots guide to poetry.

50 is gold, so hold on folks, you’re going to get the Midas touch one day!