Showing posts with label hubby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hubby. Show all posts

Saturday, June 30, 2007

weird. creepy. unusual.

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On another note ... this is the first day this week hubby has been home in the morning. Small Fry has been eating whatever I've made for breakfast until today (she usually makes her own bacon and eggs), arguing with me over lunch, and then eating dinner. I understand she's sick but she is turning into more of a punk, pushing my limits to see how far she can. The new rule being instituted as of tomorrow is she's on her own for lunch, but if she chooses not to eat what I make the other two meals, she chooses not to eat. Yesterday, she had asked me to make egg mcmuffins for breakfast today -- I'd made them a different day and she liked them just fine. So I did because they don't take long and hey, both kids and I and hubby like them.

Guess who chose not to eat hers? GRRRR.

Later on, hubby came out and ate her sandwich, then started getting eggs ready to scramble. She asked for some. So he asked her "do you know how to scramble eggs" and she said "yes." he turned on the pan and walked away. So did she. Neither of them noticed until the smoke alarms started going off. He yelled at her and she was like "I didn't know you wanted me to DO it!"

He was mad about the $1 worth of ruined eggs. I was mad about my $100 pan. I still don't know if it's okay.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

I'm an immigrant, you're an immigrant, we're all immigrants

So ... I read an article today about illegal immigration and new laws being proposed and all that.

When I was younger, around 18 or so, a guy I knew said anyone who hadn't been legally in the country more than four generations should be deported, along with their entire family. (Incidentally, his mother stepped in and said that would include him!) We had a lot fewer illegals then. I didn't agree with him either, because that meant that my entire family should be deported. At least, the family on my dad's side. On my mother's side ... well ... My grandmother became a DAR and traced our family history back to the Mayflower. So what would happen to me if that was the law?

Now, there are estimated to be 12 million illegal immigrants on U.S. soil.

One of them is my father-in-law.

Well ... not exactly. He has a work visa, which expires every 6 months to a year, and he has to get it renewed that often, but often it takes 3 to 4 months for it to be approved, and during that time, he's not exactly legal. When they first immigrated to the U.S. 25+/- years ago, however, Dad and Mom were both illegals and worked full time for poor wages to support their family of five. After they moved here, they had two daughters, who are United States citizens. In the 8 to 10 years between their immigration and their obtaining alien resident status for their three sons and Mom, they frequently ran from immigration and moved between three states where there are a lot of other illegals from various lands.

My in-laws are not from Mexico, so the shiny new fence going along the U.S. would not have kept them out. They are from the Islands. They came here on a boat, determined to bring their children to a better life after one of their sons, who was extremely sick, died as an infant in his grandmother's arms, awaiting a boat to take them to a larger island where there was a hospital.

The immigration policies and laws have become a lot more gray than black or white since I met and fell in love with this kind, sweet, loving, sexy Islander husband of mine. Had they ever been caught by immigration, we wouldn't be married. But then, had my own great-grandmother, who immigrated here from Lebanon as a child, ever been deported, my own grandparents and parents wouldn't be married.

That being said, illegal immigration is becoming a huge problem in a land where housing prices and the cost of living are going up seemingly exponentially, while, simultaneously, the demand for cheaper labor is sending our factories and private healthcare records and financial information overseas to lands where our laws are not enforceable. The costs of illegal immigration and offshoring are more than just in lost jobs for American workers. Illegal immigrants can obtain healthcare at emergency facilities and there are laws in place to provide them with this care, but the facilities cannot force them to pay for their care. So who gets to pay for it? The average American tax payer. Illegals are frequently on WIC and food stamps and other federally mandated programs which are in place for American citizens. When I was a single mother of an infant baby, I did take her to one of the so-called "free" clinics in a city nearby. The illegals who were surrounding me did not pay a dime. I still had to pay a pro-rated amount. And trying to get on Medicaid and welfare at a time when I could not work was next to impossible at times, while the illegals walking in surrounding me were given money that very day.

Fortunately, I got myself a good paying job and am no longer in that situation, and haven't been for years. But I just recently learned of a woman with cancer from Michigan visiting a friend in California. While there, she got very sick and tried to obtain emergency healthcare and medication from a local clinic. She was turned away. One of the nurses privately told her that if she was an illegal, she would have been given the care and medication she needed. I type medical reports for a living and recently typed one on an illegal immigrant who has renal failure and requires dialysis three times a week. However, the local dialysis clinics there will not schedule him for dialysis since he can't pay, so he ends up in the ER three days a week for dialysis to keep himself alive ... but ... still doesn't pay. The doctor documented all of this in his record. So who pays for it?

What is the message being sent to American citizens? Our jobs are disappearing. The economy is not pretty. The cost of living is rising and our taxes are going to take care of people residing here who are not citizens, or even legally in the country. Insurance companies rake us over coals for premiums and then decline to pay when we have claims, or while we're paying exhorbitant premiums, still have huge out of pocket maximums and/or deductibles, while illegal immigrants get healthcare and don't pay for it.

Democrats think they have the solution for our country's problems: Pull out of Iraq and then we won't be viewed as bullies anymore. Okay, but if the rest of the world truly hates America and American citizens, why on earth are there so many people from other countries coming illegally into the U.S. or taking jobs from U.S. companies in other countries? Why are other countries still asking for our help?

See, my thinking is this. Everyone wants us to be the big brother and fix everything until we really get involved and then we didn't do it their way, so we're of the devil.

Pulling out of Iraq might help some of our problems, but only if the focus is then turned toward improving our own domestic problems. We can't ignore the rest of the world -- our economy is not just localized to our nation anymore. But perhaps instead of trying to be the "super power police" we should take care of the problems at home -- immigration, the rising rate of divorce, illiteracy, the declining importance of family, abortion, gay marriage, child abuse, the rising cost of living with wages not being increased to meet the demands a real family faces in this world, out of control gun laws, etc. etc. etc.

Our system is broken, but how can it be fixed? Band-Aids don't stop hemorrhages. Pulling out of Iraq or building a bigger fence (Berlin, anyone?) or banning guns will not fix our country.

We need people who can think for themselves to come together and create solutions outside of party lines or dogma. We need to get rid of this idiotic two-party system. We need the people to vote for good candidates, but anymore, it's the lesser of two evils. We need good candidates to run for office. We need the people to realize not everyone is going to agree on everything 100% of the time and come to terms with one another's opinions and create laws that are actually fair, right, good, and enforceable. We need American companies to bring American jobs home to our people. We need immigrants; our country always has. But we need a better system of them coming in the country. We need our men and women to come home from Iraq, and we need to provide adequate healthcare for them when they get here, including mental healthcare to those who so desperately need it.

In short, we need the good citizens of the United States of America involved in solving these problems by getting involved in politics, and we need the professional politicians to find better ways to handle things than by pitting one party against one person or the other party. Our country and our political system should be focused on the good of the country, and tearing each other apart is not going to solve a darn thing. Never has.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Happy Birthday to ME!!!

So ... I checked our bank account today and found that a significant amount of money was missing from our account. We've been budgeting pretty tightly, trying to pay off debt, trying to get things taken care of, and because we haven't had church yet this month, tithing hasn't been paid and I've spent money out of the other account (since it has checks) planning on replacing the money from the account missing money into that account to pay bills. I noted that there is still money for tithing and the bills and stuff, so not to panic. Right. HA. Panic ensued. what did he spend that much money on? Why? Did he buy himself a video card after telling me that's what he wants for his birthday? (which he'll be getting for Father's Day instead since it's way much sooner). Yeah. No. And when I thought about it (after asking him if he'd bought something for himself), I realized he'd spent the money on ME for my birthday next week but couldn't figure out what on earth he bought for me at a music/computer store but computer parts for the computer his brother is building for me.

No. Not computer parts. Not an MP3 player. Not anything he wanted or could "borrow".

He bought me the Alias series on DVD -- it's my all-time favorite TV show and ever since it ended, I've wanted the collection but refused to spend the money on myself. I guess I talked about it enough he decided it was important to me and said, "I got a bonus this check, I'm not going to worry about the money, I'm just going to buy it." awwwwwww ... Completely and totally took me by surprise. :) What a sweetie. :) I sure love him. Man. I'm lucky.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Not all superheroes are created equally.

Take me for instance. I'm Super Stewie, but I'm not impervious to bullets. I don't have x-ray vision. I'm not all that fast, except for my flying fingers at work. I can't stop trains, I can't stretch for miles on end, I'm not invisible, I can't make plants obey my every whim, I'm not able to create a vortex by running in circles ... Worst of all, I can't fly! There are times I float ... but that's usually diagnosed as "vertigo" ... or when hubby kisses me ... ahem. But I am somehow managing to juggle being a mom and a wife and an employee and stuff, although the housework just isn't getting done.

Maybe I need a clone. Super Stewie II.

Okay, seriously. How many superhero movies have come out in recent years? Incredibles, My Super Ex-girlfriend, Zoom, Sky High, Superman Returns, etc. etc. etc.

I LOVE THEM. I will probably buy both Zoom and Sky High eventually. We own the Incredibles. The girlfriend one was pretty lame, although Luke Wilson, as always, plays a cute character.

But here's how all these "super" movies have affected my daughter.

This morning, she's holding barbie baby dolls (they are tiny), running around the house yelling, "Wheeeeeee! They're super babies Mom!!! They're flying!" *thud* (crashes the babies into a wall) "I guess they're not so super after all." *dejected look*

That is just not normal. It's hilarious though. Man, I love that kid.

Y'know. I started wondering if I was really ready to try to have a baby, if I really wanted more kids, if we'd be able to handle more changes, if it would really be worth the pregnancy and the labor and all the pain ... and I came to the conclusion just now that yes, kids are a PITA sometimes, but I have an amazing kidlet who just cracks me up and makes me giggle and she's really a beautiful spirit whom I love very much. And my husband isn't perfect, but I bet we'd still have great kids and our joy will increase exponentially, even if our disposable income decreases again for a while.

I guess it comes down to "kids = joy" and "moms = super" and "husband = amazing" ... so I think we'll be okay.

My ultrasound went fine this morning. Gotta call the doc Monday for the results. Woo.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Friday Fave Five!!! (wait ... it's saturday ... my bad)

Okay. We've had a really rough week. Hubby is doing a lot better now than he was earlier in the week. Thank heaven.

So ... my Friday Fave Five this week ... things that helped me cope and feel better through hubby's crash and other problems this week. He's still my fave, I still love him, all that stuff. We're good.

1. My credit union. They're helping refi the house, then we'll sell it. That'll give us time to get it cleaned up and paint the garage door and touch up the paint throughout the house. Then we have two months of no mortgage payments, so hopefully we can sell it in that time.

2. My doctor. He isn't just taking the first answer (UTI) to be the cause of all my illness/trouble. He is sending me for an ultrasound of my abdomen and pelvis next week and took a whole bunch of blood yesterday. Which is okay I guess. I'm not pregnant, just nauseated constantly, which is being made worse by the antibiotics. Fun times. Hopefully this, too, passes and nothing else is wrong with me and hopefully nothing else is going on that will prevent me from getting pregnant soon.

3. Friends like CC and Kip. Playing last night (Friday) helped out a ton.

4. Kidlet. She's been so great and taking such good care of mommy. I had a massage Wednesday which hurt me for two days -- couldn't even drive. i'm doing better now and the muscles loosened up a TON, but when I was hurting so bad, she just patted me on the shoulders and snuggled up with me where she wouldn't hurt me and took care of me. Such a great kid.

5. My boss being understanding about me being sick. Although I'm not sure she's going to continue to let me slack, so hopefully we can sell the house in early May so I can move to part time. Oy.



So ... yeah. kip loves castles, so cc and i picked her up last night, got a bite at Carl's, and drove up to Cedar Hills to show her the castle house. It's still there, just like I remembered. cc says that's a popular thing to do now (castle elements in houses), but i just remember mocking the family who built it. poor family. and we drove by what used to be a nauseatingly pink house ... that family also got mocked and they had a hard time selling the house until they found someone who was willing to re-stucco the thing and re-do all the landscaping.

now i'm plotting munchkin's birthday party, possibly considering a trip to Farmland at Thanksgiving Point with animals and stuff ... or just doing the pool thing again. we shall see.

Thursday night, I sang a solo in a production of Women at the Well at church. It was fun. I like singing, but I usually insist on singing in a group -- this time, things were just so crazy, I didn't have time to get to the choir practices, so the sister in charge of all of the music brought me a solo. After the thing was over Thursday, she told me I need my own CD. mwahahahaha. Anyway, turns out the sisters in the choir blended really well and didn't really need me. I have this voice ... it just sort of is THERE. It is BIG, and I wouldn't have been able to blend as well with them. So it turned out for the better that I didn't do the choir. lol.

well. now i'm nauseated more and having cramps. woo. i'm gonna go cuddle munchkin, who went to a sleepover last night but didn't sleep over (she's not allowed to sleep over). The mom of her friend said she understood and was just glad i'd let her go over at all. lol.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

He used to be a box.

Yep. That's my typo of the day. BoxER. gah.

it's been one of those days. pardon me while i go cry myself to sleep. alone.

hubby gave me a blessing in the morning -- very much needed. by afternoon we weren't talking. *sigh* i love the guy, but the bipolar thing sucks really mucho at times. grrrr.

so does my chest being so painful i couldn't drive myself anywhere. but y'know ... that's 'cuz I had another massage yesterday and she worked REALLY REALLY deep through my whole ribcage -- it's feeling better now, but man ... that in and of itself has made me be really emotional and "touchy" about anyone touching me.

actually, the whole day wasn't a waste. did have lunch with hubby, which was nice. spent a bit of time with kiddo. she came into the bathroom and "helped" me get ready for enrichment tonight, where i sang a solo. about 5 min. before i sang, i had a feeling i needed to call and check on her (hubby was sound asleep). she answered the phone and i said, "don't open the door." and she said, "well, i'm out on the balcony, is that okay?" ack. it's snowing and she's in her PJs. "sure, just don't open the front door or talk to anyone." "Okay. when will you be home?" "around 8:15." "Okay. Bye bye love you bye." (her standard sign off on the phone since she was tiny). I repeated it back, hung up, walked back in the chapel, and very calmly sat in my seat again. the song did go well. much compliments and stuff there (including a "you need your own CD" funny).

i'm calling the doctor in the morning though. i've been nauseated for months and am not (as far as i know) pregnant. and this morning i had a sharp pain shoot through the left side of my pelvis -- so bad I hit the floor. yeah. not normal. i'm sure i'll be fine though. *rolling eyes*

Saturday, March 17, 2007

St Paddy's Day!

Yeah, um, I have to work today. BUT, here's what I'm doing anyway for breakfast to torment the masses (my family): GREEN french toast, GREEN milk, and GREEN orange juice. I made GREEN pancakes last year, but they take longer than french toast.

That's as "fun" as I'm getting. We're still doing other stuff, but a 9-hour shift tends to suck the life out of me.

For lunch, we may eat out today -- at Costco. We have to finish the two-week shopping. okay, so it's not a full two weeks. i'll have to go for more produce next weekend, but we are pretty stocked on a whole bunch of stuff. Or maybe we'll come home and have Hot Pockets.

For dinner, it is brisket with cabbage and braised root veggies. Munchkin and I watched food network a couple of nights this week and she asked to try a rutabaga like Rachael Ray used in an Irish dinner with potatoes, carrots, and onions, and I thought, what the heck? Kid is gonna ask for a veggie? I'm darn well gonna let her try it. I've never had one, but bought it and chopped it up and it's ready for the pot.

We'll probably rent a video or two as well. Woooo.

Food network. Watched someone make chicken satay a few nights ago, so I made it last night, with brown rice and zucchini. It was really good, and surprisingly, we all got full really fast. I think between the combination of the whole grain and the amount of flavor in the dishes, it just filled us up quickly. I'd marinated the zucchini in an olive oil, lemon/lime juice, garlic, and pepper marinade, then grilled it. And the satay was also grilled, with a sesame oil, ginger, brown sugar, and pepper marinade, then served with individual bowls of a peanut dipping sauce (which could've used more hot sauce in it, but I digress), which we dipped the chicken in and poured over the rice (hubby has to have some sauce for his rice, can't eat it plain). He also dipped his zucchini in it. Kiddo skipped the peanut sauce but ate the chicken without argument. She didn't dig the zucchini, but that's okay; the lemon was pretty strong. Good, but strong. It was nice to actually make something EVERYONE liked. And the cleanup wasn't that bad -- LOVE my George Foreman grill.

Monday, March 12, 2007

ROSES???

What guy, sick, feverish, sweating, nearly passing out, stops at the store on his way home from work, after being SENT home by his boss, to buy his wife roses???

MINE.

Went down to the car to take Kidlet to school, and there's a dozen red roses sitting on the seat, just waiting for me.

He's all mine. *sigh* Completely made my day.

Mr and Mrs Germy

Passing germs around and back and forth and making each other sick ... that's been going on allllllll winter between me and hubby. well.

Lately, hubby's company won't let any employee come home mid-shift even if they are really sick. They've been firing people left and right and he's on a warning 'cuz he was really sick in November and missed too many days, and he can't call in sick because of that. He's pretty sick but had to go in anyway.

i just had the daylights scared out of me.

The garage door opening at 6:30 a.m. is NOT normal, so I figure he's been fired. crap.

Nope. They found him a relief and sent him home. Apparently, they've had over 350 employees complain to HR about their bosses, and one of the bosses was fired Saturday because of it, so the bosses are now being human again. Yay.

Now, if only I can avoid being Mrs Germy and catching Mr Germy's bug again, I'll be pretty darn happy. and the Little Germy needs to quit bringing this stuff home from school. *sigh*

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Taco nite, cute kid, and fairy wings

So, went to Taco Night at CC's last night. It was fun, got out of the house for a few hours sans hubby and munchkin. Love them, sometimes need a break. when you work from home and all your interactions with the outside world are via email or just to church, sometimes you need a break. So, I was feeling better last night before I left anyway, and hubby and I got to talk for a few minutes before kidlet got home, so things were good. Kip showed up and we drove up to SLC to pick up Stef and then on up to Ogden-ish (i don't even know where we were -- beyond Kaysville and Fruit Heights -- Hi Cherry Hill!!!) to CC's for tacos, virgin margaritas, horchata, and brownies. Took a slight detour, but that's okay -- we needed gas and money, and found a bank and a gas station that wasn't ripping everyone off. so ... we made it to our destination with plenty of time to help CC and cupcake finish getting everything ready.

(and cupcake's boy then showed up -- he's quite cute and very charming and sweet. go cupcake!)

lots of laughing, funny jokes, people getting along without anybody killing anyone else. CC did great and I picked up my print of "Goodbye blue sky". Yay! I chose the black finish.

So Munchkin woke up about 20 minutes after I got in bed. She needed a hug, which I caved and gave her and sent her back to bed. Hubby mumbled something about needing to get up at 2:45 for work, so I set the alarm. when it went off, he was actually upset because he didn't need to get up until 4. I'd've been upset, too. Sheesh. Poor guy. He fell back asleep but didn't rest well and I couldn't sleep well either until he was up and out the door. Darn it.

When I actually did get up, Munchkin asked if she could dress up. I said sure. She was watching Barbie Fairytopia or something. So she put on her dance costume from last year and started running around the house. A few minutes later, she came by the office door with straws sticking out of her body. I just looked at her and said, "What???" "They're wings!!!" "Wings" made out of bendy straws she'd created apparently while I was asleep this morning. She's so cute.

And I realized last night as I told this story to kip and stef that I hadn't shared it with anyone else. One day, she comes in to my office and says, "Mom, I know I can't have a real dog, but what about a robot dog. Can we get one of those?" Knowing how expensive they are, I said, "we'll see." Well, she thought about it for a second and said, "Can I make a robot dog? With my radio and wheels and stuff?" and I thought, what the heck. "Go write down everything you think you need and draw pictures on how you're going to do it." So she did. Then she asked if she could take her radio and make the robot. Realizing it's an expensive boom box and that I really didn't want it destroyed, I said, "What if you just make the radio look like a dog?" She thought that was *awesome* and made eyes, ears, nose, and a tongue out of paper, GLUED them to the radio, and used the cord for its tail. She then started dragging the radio around, gave it a name, started petting it and cuddling it. Realizing what she's up to, I told hubby, "she's doing this to prove she'd be a good dog owner." lolol. Dogs are not inside pets to us now, so ... no dog. but she can have the radio. I'll have to post pictures sometime.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

TGIF

What a crappy week.

This is the new blog and I'm not going to really talk about the bad week or the reason for the move. Instead, here are this week's Fave Five, a night early: MY PEOPLE. (and yes, there are SIX)

1. My husband.

2. My sister Graceful.

3. CC.

4. Munchkin.

5. My mom.

6. The Savior.

The Savior is not really the last one in importance. I just ... Man, I'm grateful for the Atonement.

My husband is such a sweet man. I need to remember that and realize I'm not perfect either. And he loves me even on bad weeks, so I guess we're okay.

Graceful helps me chill out a lot -- we're great friends. Glad she's my sis.

CC is an amazingly talented artist and a wonderful friend. So excited to see her Friday night!

Munchkin is my on-line name for my kiddo. She's 7-1/2. She makes me giggle. This was our conversation the other afternoon.
"Mom, can I shut your office door?"
"No." *crestfallen look* "Well, if you shut it you'll get into mischief." *giggle* "Y'know, that's actually what's on your birth certificate. Mischief Munchkin."
"LIAR LIAR!" as she runs squealing and giggling away.

My mom ... she's the best! I know life is rough all around for a lot of her kids right now, but she took the time to talk with me today while she was at work and I was a mess ... and she stayed with me for a month after my heart surgery just to make sure I was okay -- *and* tried to keep my dad out of my hair (love him, but he drives me batty in enclosed spaces). What's better than that?

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

It's 4:30 a.m. Hubby's not working today but I am and I didn't have a very good work day yesterday, so here I sit in my cold office staring at the computer when I'd rather be snuggled up to my warm hubby and still sleeping ... *sigh*

Now I know how he feels every single day when he gets up at 2:30 or 3:00 a.m. to go to work and I roll over, tell him I love him, and fall back asleep.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Happy Monday!

Oh ... hysterical. I completely forgot about the little elouai doll I made last week and the fact that I said I want my hair cut like that until this morning, when I came to my blog to post what I did this weekend ... and then I started giggling.

I dyed my hair black Saturday night. It sure got hubby's attention. He lurves it.

Okay, so I didn't cut it short. I probably won't for a LONG time cut it short, but it *is* black.

See, Friday I put my hair up to go run some errands and then looked at the back of my head in the mirror ... and saw ROOTS. Like ... the blonde and red highlights had grown out and there were ROOTS. And decided they had to go away. And thought about cutting it, but remembered hubby likes long hair (because, well, he's a man), and remembering the talk we had about WHY Polynesian men want their women to keep long hair. It's a status symbol for both man and woman if her hair is kept long. Well, my hair is past my shoulders, but I thought that he wanted me to have super duper long hair, like down to my butt long hair. So while we were at the grocery store, I brought it up and mentioned that my stylist had suggested I get extensions. He was like, "No! Your hair is the perfect length!" hehehe ... he insists he's said that before, but somehow I missed it.

Anyway. Saturday, while he was "napping" before our date, I went over to Walmart and got a box of black dye, picked up some videos, made dinner, watched Zoom with munchkin (cute show), put kiddo to bed, then dyed my hair, had a bubble bath, shaved my legs, and blowed my hair out straight ... he woke up and he was like ... "Wow, you look good." Yeah ... totally worth it.

And so many people commented on it at church -- mostly women, but my home teacher (!) said something too. He's sort of ... metrosexual ... yeah. That's a good word for him.

So, there's my weekend. Dyed my hair, wowed hubby, spent time with kiddo, went to church, and now it's Monday and I'm back to work. Again.

Zoom was good -- I really enjoy Tim Allen. And Courtney Cox was funny -- even if she did remind me of Monica, which character was my *least* favorite on Friends when I did watch it.

p.s. I think I'm going to look for a new job. Except Saturday marked my 4th anniversary and that means I now accrue nearly 7-1/2 hours of PTO every 2-week pay period. so, it's still a toss up, but i really hated last week at work.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Happy 50th post!

So, I had a really bad morning this morning. Until I figured out why. Bad body image.

I saw my first boyfriend at Wal-Mart yesterday. He didn't see me and I definitely didn't say anything to him -- it felt weird to see the first guy who ever saw me naked, esp. since I now weigh 100 pounds more than I did way back then (13 years ago). Yeah. That was weird. After I drove out of the parking lot, I didn't think another thought about it until this morning.

But I probably should have told hubby, especially considering some girls at work are hitting on him again. He feels guilty every time and tells me about it, which is okay (I'd rather know than not, and it's an indication he's not gonna cheat 'cuz he's letting me know it happened and made him uncomfortable). But then this morning, I got feeling all ... fat.

So, I clocked out of work and swiped kiddo's MP3 player (*note* must get hubby to take off some of those rated R songs!) and went for a walk twice around the neighborhood, then instead of OD'ing on leftover garlic mashed potatoes for lunch, I made a turkey sammy on whole wheat bread with butter lettuce, a thinly sliced gala apple, and mustard ... so good ... whoa.

Now I'm getting back to work and feeling better. The surgery sort of took the sexy out of me -- couldn't wear normal bras for a long time, and they still hurt sometimes, and I was wearing bras that made me FLAT up top (which is soooooooo not normal). And, well, try feeling sexy when you have a migraine or are in so much pain or so tired you cry all the time. Yeah ... But here I am, married to this amazing guy who loved me through it all ... And I fully intend to continue bringing SEXY me back into the bedroom for my husband instead of feeling frumpy and never bothering with my hair and/or makeup.


and this cracked me up. i sure hope i get to keep him! hehehehehehe.


You Are 49% Scary

You're a pretty normal, nice girl... but you definitely have your scary moments.
As long as you acknowledge them and apologize, you'll probably keep your guy around.



this also cracked me up. between this and the above, one might think I'm schizophrenic. and so am I.

You are White Chocolate

You have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in.
Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you.
You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Today is my day "off". I told hubby only a few of the things on the following list that need to get done (they are the double starred items). He kind of freaked out and instructed me not to wear myself out. I told him I was going to sleep as soon as I got home.

**Drop by Macey's grocery store and pick up any on-sale meat we can use (they mark it down the morning before the day it must sell -- we freeze it and are saving money this way)
**Wally's -- must pick up RX so I can go to the dentist (my heart condition requires I take antibiotics before any dental work); also need cake mix to make cake for hubby's home teaching family (mom has a birthday today)
**Social Security office -- must change name so I can file my taxes
*Sister's house -- pick up step-daughter's flower girl dress from the wedding
*Xpedx -- need envelopes so i might actually mail the thank yous from the wedding
**Dentist -- need to get a permanent crown today
**Post Office -- ship box to step-daughter, which box will include her Valentine's presents from us; also ship squishes to alana and mail the bills
*Bank -- Kiddo lost two teeth last week, needs to put half of her tooth fairy money in savings; also need to deposit money from hubby to cover a check he had me write over the weekend
*Library -- drop off books
*Home: Make the cake and go to bed

erm, yeah. that sounds like a day off to me. ha. when i'm conscious again, i'll let you know how it went.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Friday Fave Five!!!

Another theme.

1. Roses. See Valentine's Day.

2. Chocolates. Even from different countries, like the chocolate-covered ground sesame candy bar hubby brought home from the Asian market.

3. Dinner. Even if it's something from Stouffer's. If hubby takes care of dinner, I like it. Which, Tuesday this week, he came home with a huge lasagne and said, "I had a feeling I needed to take care of dinner tonight." And he did.

4. Lunch. Even if it's something from Stouffer's. He brought me a whole bunch of Lean Cuisines (which he gets cheap at work -- anything from Nestle/Stouffer's). I like the french bread pizzas and a few varieties of the meals -- just not the Mexican dishes, which is weird, since I lurve Mexican food. But the beef portabello, turkey dinner, and swedish meatballs are good. and it helps to have something in the freezer I can pop in the microwave and not really interrupt work with making.

5. Chinese pork. I realize I made this, but I made it *with* hubby. Cantonese pork is now going to be something I make fairly frequently. We liked it that much.

Yes, I do get agitated with my sweet husband at times, but he is my favorite person. *mush* And when I remember all those wonderful things he does for me, with me, and to me ... rowr. The agitation melts away and I rather enjoy life again.

So ... there you go. My 5 favorite things this week revolve around my husband. Who will be waiting up for me tonight, so I'd better get work done. rowr.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

My second Monday for the week.

So, the new weekend rotation goes into play this week. So, I had yesterday off, will work the next 5 days in a row, have Tuesday off, then work 3 more days before my next weekend.

Valentine's Day was awesome for the first time ... Ever. My hubby is great. We're budgeting pretty tightly right now, trying to pay off about 8K more debt this year (we've already paid off close to 2K since we got married 6 months ago) so all we'll have left is the house and the car and he can go back to school. (We want to sell the car and get something cheap for him to commute in, but we're still stuck in the loan -- might try to refi it AND the house this spring). Anyway. We decided to be pretty low-key and just hang out together. Well. Lark and I had taken various colors of paper and cut various sized hearts out of the paper and after he left for the dentist first thing in the a.m., we plastered the wall above our bed and our bedroom door with them. (if I had a power cord for my camera, I'd add photos but I don't. :P). And I'd picked up a few little things, like a cheesy martial arts film which he wanted to watch but it was really really bad so I think we only watched about 10 or 15 minutes of. He ran to the Asian market for me after he went to the dentist, so it was alllllll done by the time he got home, and he was very surprised. And felt lame that all he'd gotten for me was a candy bar (but later bought me a beautiful single red rose, which totally made both of us feel better). So, we spent the day together. It was amazing. I started marinating some pork roast for a Cantonese bbq pork he likes, and then I tried to have a nap in the afternoon to get me ready so I could finish making dinner. As soon as I started falling asleep, my sister called. And then after her call, hubby was zonked out and I didn't have time to sleep before it was time to get kidlet from school. So, no nappy.

Since the surgery (and before it, actually), I've needed a nap pretty much every single day. Every time I've tried to have a nap lately, I get woken up. Whether it's the phone or the kid or the husband or the door ... something wakes me up. So, after dinner (which was awesome, if I do say so myself), being extremely fatigued last night to the point I almost fell asleep at our friends' house after dropping off cookies to them, I thought I'd fall right to sleep. No such luck. Tossing and turning and crying from exhaustion, hubby thought I was mad at him and I just wanted to drive away or fall asleep and never wake up. lol. Not really, but I did WANT to sleep.

He finally came to bed after finishing something on his internet videogame, and we talked and he passed out. I finally fell asleep around 10:45. When he left for work at 2:15 this morning, though, he brought the garbage can from the street into the garage and it sounded like he'd fallen down the stairs, so I was awake again. But I was able to get back to sleep by 3 ... and then didn't wake up until almost 7. I'm already 3 hours behind on work, and very very frustrated, and I'm still going to have to have a nap later.

So, my plan for the napping sitch is to do it while kiddo is at school and hubby is at work and unplug all the phones. And if I still get woken up, whoever does it is getting an earful.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I *heart* my husband.

So, he entered this body building/weight loss competition with a couple of his buddies as a team. It ended about 6 weeks ago and I have to say ... my HOT husband got even HAWTTER. And he dropped 70 pounds of fat and gained 20 pounds of muscle. In 12 weeks. His teammates did fairly well, but neither of them had that much weight to lose. The folks running the competition said we'd know in mid-February if he won or not.

Well. He put back on a few pounds in the meantime -- on purpose.

Their team placed in the top 5. We found out yesterday. That means he has to first, drop the pounds he put back on, and then go to Florida in two weeks (yep, Valentine's Day) for a party where they'll announce the winners. He doesn't want to go unless they'll pay for me to go too, but they haven't given the guys all the details yet.

We're hoping he wins. His part of the prize package will take care of all our medical and school debt, and give us some to put away. So ... yeah. Cross your fingers!

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Cage Fighting

So, on our third date, hubby told me he wanted to be a cage fighter. I didn't tell him no, just said, "It would scare the hell out of me. And you have a daughter." Sunday night, we watched a movie (finally had our date night) and then had a talk, and I told him if he really wanted to do it, I wasn't going to stop him. The movie? Cinderella Man.

You probably think I'm insane to give him permission after that, but boxing and cage fighting are different. And ... Max Baer wasn't really a bad guy. Go to the link to learn more on him, because he really was pretty cool.

Hubby had wanted me to watch the movie for a while, because it reminded him of us. See, he gets these ideas and then talks to me about them, and I almost never say No. Even if I'm not thrilled about it, I support the guy in his passions, because I love him and he needs to be happy, too. Cage fighting is the reason he started Jiu Jitsu, and one of the reasons he lost some weight. Those fighters are buff.

The thing is, *legitimate* cage fighting looks scary because they're in a cage. But as far as hubby knows (and trust me, he researches fights and watches a lot of them because he loves fighting), no one has ever died from a cage fight. Street fighting, yes. Boxing, yes. Cage fighting? Not so much. There are rules that they have to follow, and one can tap out of a fight. You win by getting points on your opponent, not knocking them out.

So ... I told him to go for it if he wants. He hasn't yet, but uh, I'm just waiting for him to realize what I said and jump into the ring.

'sides. If it really is like the movie, he can win one big fight and buy us a new house where we can live for the rest of our lives.