lord of the rings

O is for the One Ring

I mentioned before that the Lord of the Rings was a pretty big thing with my husband and me. Read our dating story for more on that.


At some point during our dating period, we bought each other cheap One Rings off eBay that supposedly said:

One ring to rule them all

One ring to bind them

One ring to bring them together

And their hearts, entwine them.

It probably didn’t say that, but at the time I couldn’t read a lick of Tengwar and didn’t know any better. They were also supposed to be silver, but turned a color that wasn’t close to silver within months. I still have mine, but don’t know what happened with Sam’s.

Anyway, fast forward about 9 years later (which is Christmas 2013). At this point we’ve been married for just over 7 years and both of us have lost our wedding bands.

I lost mine first. Actually, I lost my beautiful expensive engagement ring five or six times, and then I finally lost my wedding band (I have a terrible fidgeting habit and if I’m wearing rings, I’ll take them off and mindlessly play with them). A few months after losing my wedding band, Sam lost his, which he felt really bad about. Obviously, I was in no place to guilt him, so I didn’t…much.

Did we take both of us losing our wedding bands as a sign that we weren’t meant to be? Hell no. I was a good three months pregnant with Tax Break #2. What we did take that as was the opportunity to buy the rings we wanted all along, but didn’t because we cared a bit about getting strange looks back when we got married.

This is what I ordered for us off Amazon–stepping it up almost a decade later!:


His knuckles are the hairier ones. I swear.


That’s right. Our wedding bands are now the One Ring. As Little Man would say, booya!

FYI: these rings are tungsten carbide. In other words, they are cheap (but they also don’t scratch easily)! So if we lose these, no problemo, back to Amazon I’ll go.


F is for Friendship 

(Holy crap, an F post that isn’t related to my potty mouth in front of the kids? Well, the day is far from being over.)

So, the next in the Nerd Life theme for the A to Z Challenge is F for Friendship. You thought I was going to say F for Fellowship or F for Frodo, didn’t you? (Well, had things gone as planned yesterday and my husband dug out my box of LOTR toys, I would have shown you the many faces of Frodo. But that didn’t happen. Maybe another day.)

It’s not always easy to find someone who gets you–who gets that dorkiness, the dark side, the child like enthusiasm for things that leaves the rest of society scratching their heads. But when you find that person who gets you and accepts you just the way you are, nerdiness and flaws and all, it’s pretty great. Or so I hear. 😉

Here are some famous nerdy friend type couples.

May you find the Samwise to your Frodo, the one who’s never gonna give you up…

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…the Chewie to your Han Solo, who’s never gonna let you down…


…the Sauron to your One Ring, who’s never gonna run around and desert you (because he can’t!)…


…the kryptonite to your Lex Luthor, who’s never gonna make you cry…

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…the Willow to your Buffy, who’s never gonna say goodbye (even if Buffy dies and Willow goes evil)…

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…and the Voldemort No Name Dude You Know Who (Andi got me straightened out :D) to your Dumbledore, who’s never gonna tell a lie and hurt you…


(Hey, I tried Harry Potter fans.)

E is for E…That’s Me!

When I finally finished putting my list for the A to Z Challenge together, I had “Ewoks vs. Gungans” for my E day. I quickly realized that no, I don’t really want to write about two crappy Star Wars species…

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(Yes, I’ve recently discovered the fun that is BitStrips. Four years after everyone else. So sue me.)

My first name starts with an E. I’m a bit nerdy. So writing a little about myself for the E day isn’t the worst idea in the world. To quote my husband “what do you mean ‘what should I write about myself?’ your entire existence is nerdy. Start from there.”

Here are some nerdy tidbits about myself:

  • I have three different tattoos that were inspired by The Lord of the Rings. I spent countless hours researching Tengwar and the different variations possible for the tattoos. I have plans for more, plus a Star Wars tat. If you can interpret the tattoo below, then message me–we’ll be best friends for life.  If you can interpret the tattoo and somehow I’ve effed up on the interpretation, then don’t tell me–this shit is permanent.
  • I happen to think Shakespeare is da bomb. I memorized an entire play for fun once when I was in the tenth grade. (Nope, not exaggerating). It took a long time. I’m pretty sure spending Saturday nights doing this didn’t help me win any popularity contests, but my grandmother enjoyed it.
  • I still have my NES game system from when I was a kid. It works for 10-15 minutes here and there so I can get my Super Mario Bros. fix in.
  • Both of my kids have names that were inspired by LOTR, sort of. My husband wouldn’t go for Strider or Arwen for either of the names, but we compromised by using names from the actors. So not as cool, but it’ll probably guarantee less teasing as they get older.

That’s it for today. There are some other things I’d like to include, but I have plans for those for other posts later in the month.

D is for Dating, Lord of the Rings Style

Continuing my theme of “Nerd Life,” I’m going to share a nerdy dating story. Grab the tissues and the vomit pail while you can, because you’re in for one heck of a ride.

I’ve mentioned on this blog before that I met my husband online. I may or may not have mentioned my Lord of the Rings obsession 132 times.

For anyone who isn’t familiar with our Nora Ephron-inspired love story, he was 25 and I was 19 when we met in a politics chatroom on Yahoo, where we shared a mutual love for berating President Bush. (Before you get pissy about that, just know that I’m willing to berate anyone. Even you. <Insert Smeagol’s smoker’s laugh.>)

Here’s the short version, since it’s Saturday, you have other A to Z posts to read, last-minute Easter candy to purchase and perhaps overnight to me, etc.:

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And the not-so-short version:

Amazingly, this guy lived in the same town as me, just a few miles away. Not so amazingly, it took forever to get to the love part of the story.

Want to know how I knew he could be The One (That I Date For More Than A Month)? We both loved The Lord of the Rings. I didn’t know anyone else who was that into it and lo and behold, here is someone else who has their own collection of action figures, just like me, and doesn’t seem to be a creep. Score!

When Return of the King came out at the movies, he hinted about us going to see it together.

“So, you said you wanted to see ROTK? I want to see it, too,” he said.

In my typical clueless fashion, I said, “Cool, let me know what you think if you see it before I do.” I liked him, but I was convinced that there was no way he liked me. He later told me that this was one of the many hints he dropped that I didn’t pick up on to see if I was interested in more than just chatting online.

Finally, he asked me out using direct words (Do you want to go out?) and I accepted. We saw The Passion of the Christ. (FYI: that’s not a movie you want to go see on a first date.)

As we started seeing each other more, which I refer to as dating even though it was really non-romantic for a few months, we would often go to different stores to search for new toys for our LOTR collections.

Finally, after a couple of ducked kiss attempts, we did start getting romantic (bow chicka wow wow), and were in love quicker than Gandalf could say “Fly, you fools.” We would refer to each other as my precious and my love. Yes, I understand if you need to take a second to fight back the bile that’s trying to escape.

And then, a few months after we started for-real dating, Sam gave me a 10-inch Gandalf the Grey figure for Christmas. That’s not romantic, you say? Well, he had opened mine, thus ruining the potential for it to have value in 50 years I suppose, and put a diamond promise ring on the staff with a small note that said he wanted us to get married.

Boom, that’s how you officially win a girl’s heart. Mine, anyway.

Admit it, this is you right now:


Feel free to comment with your own dating stories, nerdy or not, romantic or not.

When Do I Get My Nerd Card?

When I was helping Little Man get ready for bed tonight, we were talking about school, and I asked if he could decide right now, whether he’d still want to go to his new school (charter school he started recently that is heavy on science), his old school, or be home schooled.

I know what his answer is first thing in the morning, but I was curious about when he isn’t actively trying to stay in bed.

“I’d go with the charter school,” he said after thinking about it.

“Oh, I forgot, there is secret option number four–Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters,” I joked.

He didn’t get the joke. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“You know…Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters…I think Wolverine has helped out with a class or two.”

Still didn’t get it. “From X-Men. You’re going to lose your nerd card!”

“Ohhh,” he said, finally getting it. “Wait, what’s a nerd card?”

“It’s what you get when you join the Nerd Club. You’ve gotta like comic books, science, computers, video games, and stuff like that to join, though.”

LM’s face lit up. “I like all of that!”

My husband was listening to the conversation and chimed in. “It’s also helpful to like Star Wars, Star Trek, and Lord of the Rings.”

LM kept smiling. “I like all of that, too! But Mommy doesn’t like Star Trek, so does she get to be in?”

“I think we’ll let her,” my husband told him. “Hopefully she’ll change her mind, though.”

Nope. Not happening. I freaking hate Star Trek. I’ve tried, but no. I’m pretty sure my husband considers it a character flaw.

“So, when do I get my nerd card?” Little Man asked.

I guess I better print up something official. Maybe laminate it. 😉