If you don’t want me to make fun of you on the internet…

Last night I told my husband, “You know, walking around shirtless in 30 degree weather wearing only shorts, big heavy black wool socks, and a pair of croc shoes, is like begging for me to make fun of you on the internet.”


FYI: ¬†There is no accompanying photo with this post because… well he’s evil and would pay me back in a far worse way. So you’ll just have to use your imagination. ūüėČ


Pre-printed love notes from Mom?

A few days ago I was in a bookstore with my husband and I saw this.

What is this, you say?

Well as far as I could tell, it was a booklet of pre-printed tear out notes of love, encouragement, etc. “from Mom”.

Complete with suggestions to stick them in in your children’s lunch boxes, backpacks, etc.

I recall first seeing a booklet of these a couple of years ago and being kind of shocked at the time.

But this week I noticed that there were more of these types of booklets, and in various styles, etc.  So does that mean these things have caught on and are actually selling?

Have we really became a society so detached from our children that we need pre-printed, perforated love notes from Mom?

If you want to leave your child a note, does it really take too much time to write that short sentence in your own handwriting, and I dunno… actually sign it?

What matters most.

One of the few “benefits” of dealing with illness is that I think you have a better perspective of what matters most in life. Or what is really important to you. ¬†It’s the first things that flash through your mind when you worry you might not make it. ¬†But even for those of us dealing with illness, some moments can really shove what matters most, right to the forefront of your mind in an instant.

This evening my parents were watching our 14 month old daughter for a little while. ¬†I called to tell them my husband would be getting her soon to bring her home. ¬†Then my Mom & I started to chit chat a bit and while we were on the phone I hear my Mom tell my baby “No”. ¬†Then I hear my Mom tell my Dad to “check her”. ¬†Then my Mom screams, “She’s choking turn her upside down, turn her upside down!” ¬†Then she turns back to the phone and says, “I have to hang up now!”

And she hangs up.

Can you say heart attack? ¬†Because I nearly had one. ¬†I start screaming for my husband, who was just stepping out of the shower and getting dressed. ¬†“Go to Mom & Dad’s! ¬†Go to Mom & Dad’s NOW! Something is wrong with the baby!”
(FYI – my husband is a nurse and my parents live very close by.)

I spend the next couple of minutes trapped in some sort of suspended space. ¬†Pure terror running through my mind. ¬†My son asks, “What is wrong? ¬†Why did Daddy run out of here?” ¬†I said, “I don’t know, something is wrong with the baby. I think she is choking, we need to pray for her.” ¬†And the kids and I prayed. ¬† I know it was only a couple of minutes, if that, but it felt like an eternity. ¬†Then the phone rang. ¬†It was my mom. ¬†The baby was fine. ¬†She scared my Mom, big time. ¬†But she was fine.

Apparently my baby girl thought it was a good idea to grab the last hunk of her biter cookie, shove it in her mouth, and then swig back her bottle.  Which resulted in a little distress, but she was never actually choking or not breathing.  But to my Mom across the room, it looked that way.

It probably shaved a few more years off my life and gave me 100 grey hairs, but WHO CARES?!?!?  I was just so happy to see my little sweetheart come home as happy as ever, like nothing had ever happened.  After her bath, the whole family all piled on my bed together for awhile and I felt as content as I ever have in my entire life.

Look out world!

There is now a fiery red-headed version of me.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.


Happy Anniversary

a photo from our wedding day

Today was our wedding anniversary and while we didn’t have any set plans per se, I’m certain we didn’t plan on sweltering in the heat all day. ¬†The air conditioning repair man was able to come out today (Thank God!). ¬†I know they were very busy. ¬†But we finally have cool air again, and just in the nick of time. ¬†I was really feeling quite bad and still do. ¬†It made for a tough day. ¬†Honestly the heat would have been bad enough, but the humidity was the worst I think.

I heard there were some large scale black outs of electricity in some of the major cities.  My heart goes out to those folks. I hope they all manage to stay safe.

I know many Americans are facing tight budgets these days, and I thought this might be a good time to mention that anniversaries don’t have to be a fancy dinner or expensive presents. ¬†We spent no money on our anniversary this year. And we had a rather nice one. ¬†The kind of anniversary that just leaves you with nice warm fuzzy feelings about the day.

I first got online today to find my husband had left this message on my Facebook page:

Love brought us together as husband and wife, and gave each of us a best friend for life.  Happy Anniversary to my Darling Wife!   I love you Honey.

Great way to start the day.  Best anniversary present ever.  Seriously.
No cards were exchanged (and I admit I like cards), no fancy presents exchanged.  Just heart felt words.  We talked about our past and our future a bit and it was nice.

Things don’t have to cost money to be special.

This morning…

This morning I decided to go back to bed and snuggle up to my husband for a bit.  I tucked in beside him with my head on his chest.

husband: ¬† ¬†“Awww ¬† Nice.” ¬† And he wraps his arms around me.

a minute later:

me:  giggles

him: ¬†“What?”

me: “Your chest hair smells like waffles.”


Photo Friday

This is one of our dogs.  His name is Odie.
Yes, he is named after the cartoon, courtesy of one of our daughters. ¬† ūüôā

Odie is a Black Mouth Mountain Cur. ¬†We rescued him as a pup. ¬†Someone was very cruel to Odie. ¬†Very cruel. ¬†When we took him in he had a head injury, severe mange, lots of worms, and he was suffering from severe malnutrition. ¬†If someone even said “No” to the kids in his presence, he would hit the ground expecting to be hit. ¬†It was awful. ¬†He was with us for over a year before he realized that food really was going to come every single day and he didn’t have to inhale every bit of dog food the second he saw it.

One of his favorite past times is sliding down the hills. ¬†He does it in grass. ¬†He does it in wet grass. ¬†He does it in snow. ¬†It’s so much fun to watch. ¬†But without fail, every time I get the camera, he stops and runs to me. ¬†One of these days hopefully I’ll catch it on film and if I do, I’ll share it with you. ¬†He slides down the long hill with the type of joy that you see in little kids. ¬†It’s fun to watch.

He is a champ of a dog.  His personality is amazing.  The fragile, weak, bony, bald, infected, young dog turned into a well muscled, healthy bear of a dog.  He loves every one of us around here and is a great guard dog.  He is a special fella, who realizes we saved him.  He was an old enough pup when we rescued him that he remembers some of his bad treatment, but he also remembers that we saved him.  And there is nothing quite like the love of a dog that knows what you did for him.

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