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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Memory Monday -- First Halloween
In the spirit of Halloween, I have been thinking about the first Halloween I remember. I can't believe how quickly time passes, and how sketchy memory can be. So just going to describe what I remember about that day.
We woke up early - it was a sunny day with some clouds. I remember thinking about how blue the sky was, and then I leapt off of the chair and danced to Barney. It had to be like 7:30 in the morning, and my brothers woke up just after that. We put together our chicken limbo game and ran around like drunk chickens together around the hallway (it was an open floor plan, the dining room had a door into the hall, and was connected to the parlor with just an opening, and the parlor also had a door into the hallway, where the limbo was.
I remember going to play in our room for a while - I had one of those plastic little Tyke dollhouses that was painted sickly blue and pink.
I got tired of it pretty quickly as I never was a real doll kinda girl. and then played cars with my two younger brothers. Then we jumped on the bed for a while. My mother woke up shortly after, sometime at 9:30. She was almost always up by then, but if she wasn't we never bothered to wake her up. The house was mostly kid-proofed, looking back, so we weren't in any immediate danger thankfully. I was a smart 4 year old, too smart...I knew how to put my shows on TV and how to push a chair to the cabinet to get a cup to get a drink. Basic morning needs fulfilled. My mother gave us cereal after she woke up, yelled at us for not waking her up, and told us that we aren't allowed to play without supervision. Our little minds were like "FRUIT LOOOOOOPS" nevermind "Wake ma up."
We ate and played some more. My aunt stopped by at like 11 AM and tried to get us to color and play but we wouldn't have it. She had to leave a while later to go do errands or something, I don't remember why she had to go. We then pulled out all of the books from our bookcase.
Anyways, next thing thing I remember, cue suppertime. We refused to eat dinner, because we knew we were trick or treating and were getting candy. My mother tried everything from cheese and crackers to peanut butter and jelly to cereal, but we wouldn't budge. After that we got our costumes on...except I threw a fit. I didn't want to be a ninja! I didn't want to be a witch! I didn't want to be a genie! Okay, I guess the Glinda costume would do. I think my youngest brother was Baby Bop from Barney that year. I don't remember what our middle brother was.
I forget who took me trick or treating that night - my mother or my aunt. But we went with the upstairs neighbor and her son, who was a year older, Anthony. It was cute and I had a little-girl crush on him. He was a biker that year for Halloween. We went trick-or-treating inside a mall somewhere, but I don't remember anything about it. Just being so embarrassed by the way everyone was "awwing" over me and Anthony. I just liked my friend, and wanted to trick-or-treat, not take pictures.
I remember eating some candy when I got home, and then being so tired I just conked out after pulling my costume off. I think I was 4 years old that year.
We woke up early - it was a sunny day with some clouds. I remember thinking about how blue the sky was, and then I leapt off of the chair and danced to Barney. It had to be like 7:30 in the morning, and my brothers woke up just after that. We put together our chicken limbo game and ran around like drunk chickens together around the hallway (it was an open floor plan, the dining room had a door into the hall, and was connected to the parlor with just an opening, and the parlor also had a door into the hallway, where the limbo was.
I remember going to play in our room for a while - I had one of those plastic little Tyke dollhouses that was painted sickly blue and pink.
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We ate and played some more. My aunt stopped by at like 11 AM and tried to get us to color and play but we wouldn't have it. She had to leave a while later to go do errands or something, I don't remember why she had to go. We then pulled out all of the books from our bookcase.
Anyways, next thing thing I remember, cue suppertime. We refused to eat dinner, because we knew we were trick or treating and were getting candy. My mother tried everything from cheese and crackers to peanut butter and jelly to cereal, but we wouldn't budge. After that we got our costumes on...except I threw a fit. I didn't want to be a ninja! I didn't want to be a witch! I didn't want to be a genie! Okay, I guess the Glinda costume would do. I think my youngest brother was Baby Bop from Barney that year. I don't remember what our middle brother was.
I forget who took me trick or treating that night - my mother or my aunt. But we went with the upstairs neighbor and her son, who was a year older, Anthony. It was cute and I had a little-girl crush on him. He was a biker that year for Halloween. We went trick-or-treating inside a mall somewhere, but I don't remember anything about it. Just being so embarrassed by the way everyone was "awwing" over me and Anthony. I just liked my friend, and wanted to trick-or-treat, not take pictures.
I remember eating some candy when I got home, and then being so tired I just conked out after pulling my costume off. I think I was 4 years old that year.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Short-Story Sunday - Two Kings; Part I: The Blessing
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High upon a hill, overlooking a wide, snow-capped valley sat a modest castle and its various surrounding edifices. Those included stables and a small farm, for the mighty King was above forcing his people to give him their own hard-worked for crops and staples. Around a small alcove a trees were a couple of staff houses, which itself was allotted a community farm. Self-sufficiency, the King oft claimed, was why their Kingdom was lavish in the riches of nature and culture. He was well adored by his staff, who were given a modest pay and sometimes extra, when the Kingdom had a good year. The people loved their King, he did not impose too many taxes, he did not impose his rule past their door stops, he was extremely generous and did not engage in discrimination. Once a year, he set apart budget for dressings and costumes for those who could not afford it; as all were invited to the yearly Harvest Ball. Thankfully, the people swear, he is such a good king their peasant caste is modest in size. All who attend are asked to give something - whether it be a bag of gold, a loaf of bread and cheese, or a mouse for the cats - and all gave without having to be forced, so thankful they were.
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High upon a hill, overlooking a wide, snow-capped valley sat a modest castle and its various surrounding edifices. Those included stables and a small farm, for the mighty King was above forcing his people to give him their own hard-worked for crops and staples. Around a small alcove a trees were a couple of staff houses, which itself was allotted a community farm. Self-sufficiency, the King oft claimed, was why their Kingdom was lavish in the riches of nature and culture. He was well adored by his staff, who were given a modest pay and sometimes extra, when the Kingdom had a good year. The people loved their King, he did not impose too many taxes, he did not impose his rule past their door stops, he was extremely generous and did not engage in discrimination. Once a year, he set apart budget for dressings and costumes for those who could not afford it; as all were invited to the yearly Harvest Ball. Thankfully, the people swear, he is such a good king their peasant caste is modest in size. All who attend are asked to give something - whether it be a bag of gold, a loaf of bread and cheese, or a mouse for the cats - and all gave without having to be forced, so thankful they were.
Two officials accompanied him this day, as he strode out from the stables, a beautiful Palomino steed in rein. Each had a white and brown horse, adorned simply, as the King did not need to flash his presence for respect. The king wore his Royal Bow across his broad shoulders proudly, it had been passed down generations from Firstborn to Firstborn. Usually this path was muddy in such weather, but the snow this day was soft as a feather. The trees were stark against the white, almost as if they were standing straighter just for the King himself. The King smiled to himself, proud of this land he reigned and did not spoil, proud to be its leader.
He had much to think about this journey - for at this past Harvest Ball his eldest, his firstborn son, had proposed marriage to a woman of a neighboring kingdom, Irana, who had been visiting a relative. Unlike King Liadan, this particular kingdom was ruled by its widowed Queen Ismene, a ruthless woman who imposed many restrictions, laws, and taxes upon her people. Essentially, all of her people were peasants, of meager land, home, food, and gold which she hoarded for herself. While he spat disgust at the way she ruled - he also did not want to bring war upon his people. It was not that he did not sympathize with her people's plight - he just did not know enough firsthand to take intelligent action. It was unwise to barge into a situation unarmed in intelligence and in weaponry.
First, he would meet the Queen. Ask what her laws were upon inter-Kingdom marriage, if any, especially since Irana would one day become Queen of his Kingdom. With her being a peasant, he of course would have to enlist the help of his wife to teach her certain things, however that was of no consequence or concern really, peasants oft knew more about what is just and intelligent, how to lead and run their communities than do the kind of aristocrats that obsess over money, reputation, and trivial pursuits who know not of hard work.
"Lio?" the voice of his right hand guard, Saxon, addressed him by his nick name. Saxon was cloaked in deep burgundy, a fur cloak around his shoulders. Unlike in other kingdoms, knights did not need to wear much armor here. Usually just some chain mail and some shin guards sufficed in the occasional scruff with bandits. He was not un-handsome, he had a thick beard trimmed short, the color of mud. His nose was straight, his cheekbones high, and his brown eyes furrowed beneath thick brows. He cut his hair short compared to the other men, as he found his hair too unruly to grow. He was of average height but build strong like an ox. He valued honor, valor, and as far as Liadan could tell, had a special connection to his family. His duty to his family overcame even his strong sense of duty to him, the King, and the people of the land.
"Yes? What is it?" he asked light-heartedly, trying not to impress the deep questions in his mind upon his concomitant.
"Might I spare a minute of your time to trouble a question from you? It is important." Saxon prodded cautiously. He had been musing over when this conversation would take place for a while now. Although not an ideal time, it had been a very busy and prosperous year and he had yet been able to see the King alone, well, not even semi-privately. This journey provided him with an opportunity. The King's mood seemed favorable, not that it was a genuine concern... however he wanted things to go as smoothly as the snow laid in front of them.
"Yes, yes!" King Liadan beckoned Saxon to ride up next to him. "What is weighing on your mind, my friend?"
"Well, it is about Lady Gwenna. It has been many a month I have contemplated, and many a month I have watched your daughter, such a fair maiden, blossom. Her hair is raven black like the night, smooth as silk...her skin is creamy as the milk from the goats she milks each morn', her eyes blue as lapping water from her favorite fountain. She is such a beauty - good humored, easy-tempered, and as intelligent as her father..."
King Liadan cut in, "You would like to ask her hand in marriage."
Saxon swallowed, but sat a little straighter, "Yes, I would like to ask your daughter's hand in marriage. At the very least, a trial of courtship."
With a very large smile, he said "Very well, you have my blessing. Lest I remind you, it is Lady Gwenna who chooses her courtships and who her hand belongs to. I cannot promise you, nor force Gwenna into an affair. Also, lest I remind the both of you, that Prince Thorn is the firstborn and thus, will be King? Gwenna is second-born, and only entitled to Queenship should something ever befall my Thorn."
Saxon tried to hide his pleasure at the King's blessing, but the King could tell on his friend's face how happy he was. "Well, now, lest I not be too hurried in talking wedding plans?"
Saxon smiled too, for who could resist the jubilee of a wedding? "Well, I was hoping on Lady Princess Gwenna's preferences, but should she not have any, I had a few fancies. A spring wedding at the water's edge, and a feast afterwards right upon the shoreline. I know she does love the water. Lots of song and dance, too, of course. I suppose I will have to take a few lessons as I cannot tell which foot is my left!" He let out a good-natured laugh, and the King joined in.
"It sounds exactly as My Gwenna would want it. I'd be honored if she took you as her husband, I can think of no other noble and complementary a soul for her." Liadan was happy as this took his mind off of the darker questions looming. Two weddings, he mused, I'd have never thought my children would grow so quickly. He was thankful, at least, to have been given extra time with his children who had not felt the need to rush out as soon as their appropriate courtship ages had come to pass. Thorn and Gwenna were twenty and eighteen harvests, well beyond fourteen - the appropriate marrying age.
"Where would you think you will settle on property?" the King implored, keeping the chatter light-hearted as the terrain grew to thick tree canopy and the path melted to dirt. He knew they were not long far from the nearest settlement. He had been here just spring last, it was a very busy but honest place. The people had little crime, much friendship, and plenty of ale.
"I'm not sure, yet, Your Highness," to which the King interrupted "You know I dislike such implied superior pet names."
"Sorry, Lio," Saxon quipped, to which the King chuckled. "Well, I was thinking in a cusp of woods not far from the ocean. However, the ocean is half a day's journey on horse, and don't know if Lady Princess Gwenna would want to be so far from her family. It will be up to her, as I am not going to be too convicted as to disaffect her from being with me. I view her as my equal and overstepping my place and trying to press upon her my will would not come over well for that."
"I agree, my friend, I agree muchly. However her affinity to the sea may indeed be a draw for her, even if it is a while away. Wherever you both shall be happy." They fell into silence at this point as the afternoon waned to dinner time. They still had yet two or three hours until dusk, but they needed to stop and eat as the village neared.
The quickly approached and dismounted, leaving their horses in the care of the stables just outside the village proper. They tipped the stableman who appeared elated to have such few gold coins. As they approached the proper, the King's brows knitted together. His previously silent right-hand guard, Calledon, said mumbled incredulously. Saxon ran forward, surveying the village. Was this really the same town from just Spring last?
He had much to think about this journey - for at this past Harvest Ball his eldest, his firstborn son, had proposed marriage to a woman of a neighboring kingdom, Irana, who had been visiting a relative. Unlike King Liadan, this particular kingdom was ruled by its widowed Queen Ismene, a ruthless woman who imposed many restrictions, laws, and taxes upon her people. Essentially, all of her people were peasants, of meager land, home, food, and gold which she hoarded for herself. While he spat disgust at the way she ruled - he also did not want to bring war upon his people. It was not that he did not sympathize with her people's plight - he just did not know enough firsthand to take intelligent action. It was unwise to barge into a situation unarmed in intelligence and in weaponry.
First, he would meet the Queen. Ask what her laws were upon inter-Kingdom marriage, if any, especially since Irana would one day become Queen of his Kingdom. With her being a peasant, he of course would have to enlist the help of his wife to teach her certain things, however that was of no consequence or concern really, peasants oft knew more about what is just and intelligent, how to lead and run their communities than do the kind of aristocrats that obsess over money, reputation, and trivial pursuits who know not of hard work.
"Lio?" the voice of his right hand guard, Saxon, addressed him by his nick name. Saxon was cloaked in deep burgundy, a fur cloak around his shoulders. Unlike in other kingdoms, knights did not need to wear much armor here. Usually just some chain mail and some shin guards sufficed in the occasional scruff with bandits. He was not un-handsome, he had a thick beard trimmed short, the color of mud. His nose was straight, his cheekbones high, and his brown eyes furrowed beneath thick brows. He cut his hair short compared to the other men, as he found his hair too unruly to grow. He was of average height but build strong like an ox. He valued honor, valor, and as far as Liadan could tell, had a special connection to his family. His duty to his family overcame even his strong sense of duty to him, the King, and the people of the land.
"Yes? What is it?" he asked light-heartedly, trying not to impress the deep questions in his mind upon his concomitant.
"Might I spare a minute of your time to trouble a question from you? It is important." Saxon prodded cautiously. He had been musing over when this conversation would take place for a while now. Although not an ideal time, it had been a very busy and prosperous year and he had yet been able to see the King alone, well, not even semi-privately. This journey provided him with an opportunity. The King's mood seemed favorable, not that it was a genuine concern... however he wanted things to go as smoothly as the snow laid in front of them.
"Yes, yes!" King Liadan beckoned Saxon to ride up next to him. "What is weighing on your mind, my friend?"
"Well, it is about Lady Gwenna. It has been many a month I have contemplated, and many a month I have watched your daughter, such a fair maiden, blossom. Her hair is raven black like the night, smooth as silk...her skin is creamy as the milk from the goats she milks each morn', her eyes blue as lapping water from her favorite fountain. She is such a beauty - good humored, easy-tempered, and as intelligent as her father..."
King Liadan cut in, "You would like to ask her hand in marriage."
Saxon swallowed, but sat a little straighter, "Yes, I would like to ask your daughter's hand in marriage. At the very least, a trial of courtship."
With a very large smile, he said "Very well, you have my blessing. Lest I remind you, it is Lady Gwenna who chooses her courtships and who her hand belongs to. I cannot promise you, nor force Gwenna into an affair. Also, lest I remind the both of you, that Prince Thorn is the firstborn and thus, will be King? Gwenna is second-born, and only entitled to Queenship should something ever befall my Thorn."
Saxon tried to hide his pleasure at the King's blessing, but the King could tell on his friend's face how happy he was. "Well, now, lest I not be too hurried in talking wedding plans?"
Saxon smiled too, for who could resist the jubilee of a wedding? "Well, I was hoping on Lady Princess Gwenna's preferences, but should she not have any, I had a few fancies. A spring wedding at the water's edge, and a feast afterwards right upon the shoreline. I know she does love the water. Lots of song and dance, too, of course. I suppose I will have to take a few lessons as I cannot tell which foot is my left!" He let out a good-natured laugh, and the King joined in.
"It sounds exactly as My Gwenna would want it. I'd be honored if she took you as her husband, I can think of no other noble and complementary a soul for her." Liadan was happy as this took his mind off of the darker questions looming. Two weddings, he mused, I'd have never thought my children would grow so quickly. He was thankful, at least, to have been given extra time with his children who had not felt the need to rush out as soon as their appropriate courtship ages had come to pass. Thorn and Gwenna were twenty and eighteen harvests, well beyond fourteen - the appropriate marrying age.
"Where would you think you will settle on property?" the King implored, keeping the chatter light-hearted as the terrain grew to thick tree canopy and the path melted to dirt. He knew they were not long far from the nearest settlement. He had been here just spring last, it was a very busy but honest place. The people had little crime, much friendship, and plenty of ale.
"I'm not sure, yet, Your Highness," to which the King interrupted "You know I dislike such implied superior pet names."
"Sorry, Lio," Saxon quipped, to which the King chuckled. "Well, I was thinking in a cusp of woods not far from the ocean. However, the ocean is half a day's journey on horse, and don't know if Lady Princess Gwenna would want to be so far from her family. It will be up to her, as I am not going to be too convicted as to disaffect her from being with me. I view her as my equal and overstepping my place and trying to press upon her my will would not come over well for that."
"I agree, my friend, I agree muchly. However her affinity to the sea may indeed be a draw for her, even if it is a while away. Wherever you both shall be happy." They fell into silence at this point as the afternoon waned to dinner time. They still had yet two or three hours until dusk, but they needed to stop and eat as the village neared.
The quickly approached and dismounted, leaving their horses in the care of the stables just outside the village proper. They tipped the stableman who appeared elated to have such few gold coins. As they approached the proper, the King's brows knitted together. His previously silent right-hand guard, Calledon, said mumbled incredulously. Saxon ran forward, surveying the village. Was this really the same town from just Spring last?
Friday, October 26, 2012
Weekly Schedule
I am starting something new - a Weekly Writing Schedule. I just need to get into the writing groove and I find myself writing far less often than I'd like. I have been writing more but not enough. So surprise!! It will be fun! You'll see!!
Anyways, no real updates. M has three teeth just below the surface, I can see the whites...so hopefully by Samhain she will have 3-4 new ones! I've started playing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for PC. It is completely different than all of the previous games, and all of the future ones, too. You can't switch to first-person and the controls are unruly. All of the challenges have amazing premises, though, and are enjoyable to the hilt.
Jeff's birthday is Samhain, and I have a few birthday ideas in mind. Shhhhh! It's a surprise. I can't believe another year has come and gone. I love that man so much!
More updates on the house, nothing good. They told us we were all set, we just had to let our money season. YEAH RIGHT. The bank gave us the run around and said Jeff needs another 12 month run-around credit proof. They told us we were set! Jeff was pissed. We called another lender and we're talking. Hopefully they'll be more straightforward because we are just tired of the bank's games. We'll make it through, but my gods REALLY. People are awful. This should be a much simpler process.
Anyways, my head has been killing all night tonight (10/26) and man, it sucks. Stress does it to yeh! Anyways, goodnight. Keep in store for surprises!! ;)
~Rose
Anyways, no real updates. M has three teeth just below the surface, I can see the whites...so hopefully by Samhain she will have 3-4 new ones! I've started playing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for PC. It is completely different than all of the previous games, and all of the future ones, too. You can't switch to first-person and the controls are unruly. All of the challenges have amazing premises, though, and are enjoyable to the hilt.
Jeff's birthday is Samhain, and I have a few birthday ideas in mind. Shhhhh! It's a surprise. I can't believe another year has come and gone. I love that man so much!
More updates on the house, nothing good. They told us we were all set, we just had to let our money season. YEAH RIGHT. The bank gave us the run around and said Jeff needs another 12 month run-around credit proof. They told us we were set! Jeff was pissed. We called another lender and we're talking. Hopefully they'll be more straightforward because we are just tired of the bank's games. We'll make it through, but my gods REALLY. People are awful. This should be a much simpler process.
Anyways, my head has been killing all night tonight (10/26) and man, it sucks. Stress does it to yeh! Anyways, goodnight. Keep in store for surprises!! ;)
~Rose
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
100 Reasons Why I Love My Husband
1. He makes sure I have everything I need, always.
2. He makes sure our daughter has more than she needs, regardless.
3. He is the most selfless person I know.
4. He tries to be so just and fair all the time.
5. He is so compassionate and caring.
6. He is kind whenever possible, to whomever.
7. His laugh makes everything light, it's a ray of sunshine.
8. His loving gaze is bar none.
9. He is really easygoing.
10. But, he is opinionated where it counts, most of the time.
11. He is really creative and has a fantastic imagination.
12. His memory is better than mine more often than not.
13. He tries to empathize whenever he possibly can.
14. His presence is impressive!
15. Yet, he's so tender with his family.
16. He's stubborn and pigheaded sometimes.
17. He encourages everything I want to do, even this blog.
18. He only wants the best for everyone.
19. He will go out of his way to help you.
20. He stands up for himself, he wont but up with other people's BS.
21. He will stand up for you, too.
22. He loves nature and respects it.
23. He knows just how to hold me when I'm feeling blue.
24. He tries his best to comfort me while he can't hold me, even if he knows it won't work.
25. He and I can finish each other's sentences.
26. He will talk about anything if he has something to say.
27. He respects me like no one else ever has.
28. He would never take advantage of anyone else. Ever.
29. He loves to play video games, and I love that more than anyone knows.
30. We share much of our interests.
31. He loves Harry Potter.
32. I can tell him anything.
33. And he won't share it with anyone, not even his best friend.
34. He has a definite sense of honor and duty.
35. Chivalry is not dead, in his opinion.
36. He values his health, so that he can stay with us as long as he can.
37. He would do anything for his kids.
38. He loves making memories and new traditions.
39. He is in general just so family-oriented I can't imagine being anything but.
40. I love how he supported me during our daughter's birth, even when things went awfully.
41. I love that he rides my butt about things I'm supposed to already have done, but haven't.
42. I love that he is so gentle.
43. I love his smile, even though he hates it.
44. I love his scars, all of them, no matter how big or small.
45. I love that he gave his father a kidney. I can't think of anything more selfless.
46. I love that he has experience in the military, but I am also glad he's past that part of his life (what would I do without him for months and months??)
47. I love that he used to play the guitar in a band, for who else would tell me what good music I listen to?
48. I love that he isn't ashamed to do things most consider feminine.
49. As much as I hate it, I love his celebrity crushes. At least I know I'm really his type! LOL
50. Whew, I'm glad he's almost this age.
51. I'm glad for all of his life experiences, but especially for his experience in relationships.
52. I'm glad he is not too prideful.
53. I'm glad he isn't a pushover, as nice as he is.
54. I love his love of loving, bahahaha.
55. I love his gray hair.
56. I love every freckle and every mark he has.
57. I love the way he smells, even if he hasn't showered! Always smells nice.
58. I love how he doesn't mess around with relationships, when he is taken he is completely taken.
59. I love that he has expectations of me in our relationship, it shows he cares and is vested seriously in the long-term.
60. I love his view of me, when I don't see it myself.
61. I love his eyes, he has the most beautiful hazel eyes ever.
62. I love his body shape, I mean...who couldn't resist him?
63. I love that even when he knows he won't enjoy watching something, he'll do it anyways because he knows I do.
64. I love that I can look over and see him sneaking glances at me, that even (almost) four years into our relationship he loves to gaze at me.
65. I love that we both know what we want from life, and how the other person fits in that.
66. I love that he puts up with all of my quirks instead of passing judgment on them.
67. I love that he doesn't try to change anything about me and loves me as I am, but will encourage me if I want to change something for myself (temper, anyone?)
68. I love that he is not as needy as I am, I must drive him nuts. Overly attached wife, much? ;)
69. I love that he has no secrets and that we can share passwords to anything and not need to use them.
70. I love that he'll answer my anxious line of questioning when another woman wants to talk to him, or seems flirty...and answer honestly, and then be able to laugh about it later with me.
71. I love that he makes me feel secure with myself.
72. I love that he puts up with my teasing, especially when he says "y'all".
73. I love that he is so intelligent.
74. I love that he takes care of himself.
75. I love the way he says my name and how he can make me smile.
76. I love that he can be spontaneous even if we had an original plan.
77. I love how his body fits mine perfect!
78. I love that he can be adventurous.
79. I love his bed-head, and I love his hair short or long or anything in between.
80. I love first morning kisses and goodnight kisses, and all the kisses in between.
81. I love all of the little things he does to show he loves me.
82. I love that he trusts me so much.
83. I love that he near-obsesses over my safety.
84. I love how I don't feel like I have to impress him every day, he loves me even when I look awful.
85. I love how his nose is just a little crooked, and that his teeth aren't perfect.
86. I love the slope of his back and the muscles he has all over.
87. I love the way he kisses, it doesn't need to be fast and furious and crazy.
88. I love that he can drink a margarita or wine and feel no compulsion to drink "manly" beer.
89. I love the way he whispers so sweetly.
90. I love how much he can make me laugh.
91. I love his scruffy face when he hasn't shaved for two or three days.
92. I don't care that it doesn't grow in really full.
93. I love that he can tan under a light bulb.
94. I love that he loves the beach.
95. I love that I can sleep on his chest and he will rub my back the entire time.
96. I love that he will give me a massage whenever I ask.
97. I love that he has been with me through every up and down, and inside out.
98. I love that he will shrug all of this off and then get all emotional.
99. I know he will forgive me for only coming up with 100 reasons. ;)
100. Most of all, I love the kiss we shared after I said "I do." I will never forget it.
2. He makes sure our daughter has more than she needs, regardless.
3. He is the most selfless person I know.
4. He tries to be so just and fair all the time.
5. He is so compassionate and caring.
6. He is kind whenever possible, to whomever.
7. His laugh makes everything light, it's a ray of sunshine.
8. His loving gaze is bar none.
9. He is really easygoing.
10. But, he is opinionated where it counts, most of the time.
11. He is really creative and has a fantastic imagination.
12. His memory is better than mine more often than not.
13. He tries to empathize whenever he possibly can.
14. His presence is impressive!
15. Yet, he's so tender with his family.
16. He's stubborn and pigheaded sometimes.
17. He encourages everything I want to do, even this blog.
18. He only wants the best for everyone.
19. He will go out of his way to help you.
20. He stands up for himself, he wont but up with other people's BS.
21. He will stand up for you, too.
22. He loves nature and respects it.
23. He knows just how to hold me when I'm feeling blue.
24. He tries his best to comfort me while he can't hold me, even if he knows it won't work.
25. He and I can finish each other's sentences.
26. He will talk about anything if he has something to say.
27. He respects me like no one else ever has.
28. He would never take advantage of anyone else. Ever.
29. He loves to play video games, and I love that more than anyone knows.
30. We share much of our interests.
31. He loves Harry Potter.
32. I can tell him anything.
33. And he won't share it with anyone, not even his best friend.
34. He has a definite sense of honor and duty.
35. Chivalry is not dead, in his opinion.
36. He values his health, so that he can stay with us as long as he can.
37. He would do anything for his kids.
38. He loves making memories and new traditions.
39. He is in general just so family-oriented I can't imagine being anything but.
40. I love how he supported me during our daughter's birth, even when things went awfully.
41. I love that he rides my butt about things I'm supposed to already have done, but haven't.
42. I love that he is so gentle.
43. I love his smile, even though he hates it.
44. I love his scars, all of them, no matter how big or small.
45. I love that he gave his father a kidney. I can't think of anything more selfless.
46. I love that he has experience in the military, but I am also glad he's past that part of his life (what would I do without him for months and months??)
47. I love that he used to play the guitar in a band, for who else would tell me what good music I listen to?
48. I love that he isn't ashamed to do things most consider feminine.
49. As much as I hate it, I love his celebrity crushes. At least I know I'm really his type! LOL
50. Whew, I'm glad he's almost this age.
51. I'm glad for all of his life experiences, but especially for his experience in relationships.
52. I'm glad he is not too prideful.
53. I'm glad he isn't a pushover, as nice as he is.
54. I love his love of loving, bahahaha.
55. I love his gray hair.
56. I love every freckle and every mark he has.
57. I love the way he smells, even if he hasn't showered! Always smells nice.
58. I love how he doesn't mess around with relationships, when he is taken he is completely taken.
59. I love that he has expectations of me in our relationship, it shows he cares and is vested seriously in the long-term.
60. I love his view of me, when I don't see it myself.
61. I love his eyes, he has the most beautiful hazel eyes ever.
62. I love his body shape, I mean...who couldn't resist him?
63. I love that even when he knows he won't enjoy watching something, he'll do it anyways because he knows I do.
64. I love that I can look over and see him sneaking glances at me, that even (almost) four years into our relationship he loves to gaze at me.
65. I love that we both know what we want from life, and how the other person fits in that.
66. I love that he puts up with all of my quirks instead of passing judgment on them.
67. I love that he doesn't try to change anything about me and loves me as I am, but will encourage me if I want to change something for myself (temper, anyone?)
68. I love that he is not as needy as I am, I must drive him nuts. Overly attached wife, much? ;)
69. I love that he has no secrets and that we can share passwords to anything and not need to use them.
70. I love that he'll answer my anxious line of questioning when another woman wants to talk to him, or seems flirty...and answer honestly, and then be able to laugh about it later with me.
71. I love that he makes me feel secure with myself.
72. I love that he puts up with my teasing, especially when he says "y'all".
73. I love that he is so intelligent.
74. I love that he takes care of himself.
75. I love the way he says my name and how he can make me smile.
76. I love that he can be spontaneous even if we had an original plan.
77. I love how his body fits mine perfect!
78. I love that he can be adventurous.
79. I love his bed-head, and I love his hair short or long or anything in between.
80. I love first morning kisses and goodnight kisses, and all the kisses in between.
81. I love all of the little things he does to show he loves me.
82. I love that he trusts me so much.
83. I love that he near-obsesses over my safety.
84. I love how I don't feel like I have to impress him every day, he loves me even when I look awful.
85. I love how his nose is just a little crooked, and that his teeth aren't perfect.
86. I love the slope of his back and the muscles he has all over.
87. I love the way he kisses, it doesn't need to be fast and furious and crazy.
88. I love that he can drink a margarita or wine and feel no compulsion to drink "manly" beer.
89. I love the way he whispers so sweetly.
90. I love how much he can make me laugh.
91. I love his scruffy face when he hasn't shaved for two or three days.
92. I don't care that it doesn't grow in really full.
93. I love that he can tan under a light bulb.
94. I love that he loves the beach.
95. I love that I can sleep on his chest and he will rub my back the entire time.
96. I love that he will give me a massage whenever I ask.
97. I love that he has been with me through every up and down, and inside out.
98. I love that he will shrug all of this off and then get all emotional.
99. I know he will forgive me for only coming up with 100 reasons. ;)
100. Most of all, I love the kiss we shared after I said "I do." I will never forget it.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Gears & Closing
Yep, as you can see on the tabs, I've been working on something a little different, my gears have been turning and I'm not done yet. I found there were so many little things I was not remembering about our days. I would remember she did something fantastic and new, and not remember exactly what she was doing when I went to gush about it in pride - I would forget in my excitement and busy mind! I toyed with the daily post idea but that felt too obnoxious and I don't think I would have been able to stick to it. So I created a tab I can update anytime, every day or a few days at a time. It's mostly for myself, but anyone who actually wants to look, can. Tonight we had an earthquake, 4.5 magnitude! We don't normally get earthquakes but we've had at least 5 in the past 10 years, at least noticeable ones. Was exciting and scary...the whole house shook.
Meanwhile, a favorite NCB group ceases to exist tonight. The owner is keeping her blog and facebook page but the actual handful of groups are gone tonight. She just announced she was leaving and started deleting members, and the majority of the almost-4,000 members are very upset. She did not give enough time for people to regroup and band together somewhere else - which of course has happened, five new groups have sprung up with one new prominent group which after just a few hours now has over 500 members. So we'll see how this new group works out, but already the environment is much more open than stuffy like it used to be.
So here I am. I myself want to step back from facebook, it's a major time suck. It took me all night to write this post in light of all that went on today on the new facebook groups plus the earthquake and a very cranky teething baby. I have a love/hate relationship with it and find it hard to talk to anyone personally on and off. It is just so impersonal, words on a screen. Unfortunately many of my friends do not live close enough for me to see them face-to-face and there lies the pickle. I have a lot I want to get done in my personal life and facebook seems to suck the motivation right out from under me. So I am going to dedicate more time here and doing other things. I hope.
Things are moving faster (bit by bit) with the homebuying process. It's not fast enough [insert headbang of frustration], and never could be. Bahahahah! We're closer and closer, though. I try not to go into too much detail because although things are moving, any predictions on whether it will move faster or slower or speculating will gain me nothing but frustration...it won't bring anything to fruition.
In light of the new group and closing of the older group, I am seriously thinking of starting a forum in place of what was there previously. I actually have been debating doing this for a while now, but I really didn't think that it was a good idea because I didn't know if I wanted to handle it...the actual admin role, on my own. But I know I can, I just need the motivation. With J's help I am sure that it could work out. We'll see.
I don't know what else to say in this post, so I am closing for the night. Goodnight blogosphere!
Meanwhile, a favorite NCB group ceases to exist tonight. The owner is keeping her blog and facebook page but the actual handful of groups are gone tonight. She just announced she was leaving and started deleting members, and the majority of the almost-4,000 members are very upset. She did not give enough time for people to regroup and band together somewhere else - which of course has happened, five new groups have sprung up with one new prominent group which after just a few hours now has over 500 members. So we'll see how this new group works out, but already the environment is much more open than stuffy like it used to be.
So here I am. I myself want to step back from facebook, it's a major time suck. It took me all night to write this post in light of all that went on today on the new facebook groups plus the earthquake and a very cranky teething baby. I have a love/hate relationship with it and find it hard to talk to anyone personally on and off. It is just so impersonal, words on a screen. Unfortunately many of my friends do not live close enough for me to see them face-to-face and there lies the pickle. I have a lot I want to get done in my personal life and facebook seems to suck the motivation right out from under me. So I am going to dedicate more time here and doing other things. I hope.
Things are moving faster (bit by bit) with the homebuying process. It's not fast enough [insert headbang of frustration], and never could be. Bahahahah! We're closer and closer, though. I try not to go into too much detail because although things are moving, any predictions on whether it will move faster or slower or speculating will gain me nothing but frustration...it won't bring anything to fruition.
In light of the new group and closing of the older group, I am seriously thinking of starting a forum in place of what was there previously. I actually have been debating doing this for a while now, but I really didn't think that it was a good idea because I didn't know if I wanted to handle it...the actual admin role, on my own. But I know I can, I just need the motivation. With J's help I am sure that it could work out. We'll see.
I don't know what else to say in this post, so I am closing for the night. Goodnight blogosphere!
Monday, October 8, 2012
Mairead - 14 Months old
Current teeth: 8
Current hair color: Auburn
Current eye color: Greenish blue
Height: 32" tall, or 2ft 8in.
Weight: 23 lbs
Naps: 2
My favorite book: All of them!
My favorite song: The Alphabet, although after E I just get confused...they all sound like E!
My favorite toy: My music table (although I really like my other ones too!)
My favorite time of day: Anytime there's food! (All day!)
My favorite food: Cheese, like mama!
My favorite show: Super Why!, Chica, and I'm pretty into Poppy Cat
My favorite color: Red, I pick this color the most when I play with my toys
My favorite shape: Circle, I really like round things!
My favorite place: The Zoo!
My favorite animal: My favorite is doggies, but I really liked birds and goats when I went to the zoo. Those Ostriches are so pretty!
My favorite word: All of them, depends on the day! I can say a lot now, 20 or 30!
My favorite hobbies: EATING. I will eat all day long. All day. Long. I learned how to open the cabinets in the kitchen, so that is a must! I love talking on anything that resembles a telephone! I love to throw my toys out of my playpen, and then put them back in if I could reach...like I do with my toy boxes! I still love my bathtime. I like milk snuggles with mama, often! I can run in circles now even though I fall on my face a lot, it's fun! I like to dance, my favorite move is the leg shake.
My current dislikes: Mama leaving the room, Mama eating without sharing, that scary talking face Grandma took out for Halloween and the little talking guy. I also hate being told no.
I love you, pretty girl, I can't believe how big you're getting. Every day that passes is a new journey, even when I feel like it's just another day. You're such a special soul that lights up my world even in the darkest of times.
~Mama
Current hair color: Auburn
Current eye color: Greenish blue
Height: 32" tall, or 2ft 8in.
Weight: 23 lbs
Naps: 2
My favorite book: All of them!
My favorite song: The Alphabet, although after E I just get confused...they all sound like E!
My favorite toy: My music table (although I really like my other ones too!)
My favorite time of day: Anytime there's food! (All day!)
My favorite food: Cheese, like mama!
My favorite show: Super Why!, Chica, and I'm pretty into Poppy Cat
My favorite color: Red, I pick this color the most when I play with my toys
My favorite shape: Circle, I really like round things!
My favorite place: The Zoo!
My favorite animal: My favorite is doggies, but I really liked birds and goats when I went to the zoo. Those Ostriches are so pretty!
My favorite word: All of them, depends on the day! I can say a lot now, 20 or 30!
My favorite hobbies: EATING. I will eat all day long. All day. Long. I learned how to open the cabinets in the kitchen, so that is a must! I love talking on anything that resembles a telephone! I love to throw my toys out of my playpen, and then put them back in if I could reach...like I do with my toy boxes! I still love my bathtime. I like milk snuggles with mama, often! I can run in circles now even though I fall on my face a lot, it's fun! I like to dance, my favorite move is the leg shake.
My current dislikes: Mama leaving the room, Mama eating without sharing, that scary talking face Grandma took out for Halloween and the little talking guy. I also hate being told no.
I love you, pretty girl, I can't believe how big you're getting. Every day that passes is a new journey, even when I feel like it's just another day. You're such a special soul that lights up my world even in the darkest of times.
~Mama
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Call the Midwife
I just finished watching the season premiere of Call the Midwife, a show about a young wealthy nurse-midwife in 1950's England, who heads over to a nunnery in East London and is face with conditions she has never seen before. As an American, we were put through the wringer in over-emphasis of Europe's terrible conditions in this time, compared to our terrible conditions. (Of course the textbooks tried to make it seem like we were less terrible, bah!) The Midwife, Jenny, encounters Syphilis, a premature birth, post-partum hemorrhaging emergency, conditions far beyond her scope of belief and overwhelming sadness for the women. You can watch the season premiere on PBS, located here. The show will run every Sunday until November 4.
One of the women, the one who went into premature labor, Conchita, had 24 other children by her English husband besides the newborn. Jenny is astounded with their poor living conditions and does not see the love the family has for what it is. It is only in the end, after the baby survives against all odds (30 week premie was not usually viable in the 1950's, regardless of birthplace); that Jenny finally sees. "We must see what love can do." It is a wonderful sentiment. It finally makes her realize that she is not the martyr for the work she is doing, it is the women who are the heroines for all that they do.
Apart from being a nunnery, you can see the sisterhood in Midwifery...it is a part of womanhood; it is every one, it is everyone's job. It is so wonderful, and so comforting, and so...indescribable. It just reinforces my decision to become a CPM. I want to serve women and their families, I want to care for them as they birth their babies (unlike a doctor who "delivers" "it" "for them"), I want to see them through the darkness and into the beautiful kaleidoscope rollercoaster of life. I can't wait. Midwifery is not always beautiful, it is not always easy, it is not always profitable....but what it is always, is a journey. It will always be a journey of life, a pathway of nursing the goddesses who bring for life, nursing new life, and nursing passing life. I want to be a part of it.
One of the women, the one who went into premature labor, Conchita, had 24 other children by her English husband besides the newborn. Jenny is astounded with their poor living conditions and does not see the love the family has for what it is. It is only in the end, after the baby survives against all odds (30 week premie was not usually viable in the 1950's, regardless of birthplace); that Jenny finally sees. "We must see what love can do." It is a wonderful sentiment. It finally makes her realize that she is not the martyr for the work she is doing, it is the women who are the heroines for all that they do.
Apart from being a nunnery, you can see the sisterhood in Midwifery...it is a part of womanhood; it is every one, it is everyone's job. It is so wonderful, and so comforting, and so...indescribable. It just reinforces my decision to become a CPM. I want to serve women and their families, I want to care for them as they birth their babies (unlike a doctor who "delivers" "it" "for them"), I want to see them through the darkness and into the beautiful kaleidoscope rollercoaster of life. I can't wait. Midwifery is not always beautiful, it is not always easy, it is not always profitable....but what it is always, is a journey. It will always be a journey of life, a pathway of nursing the goddesses who bring for life, nursing new life, and nursing passing life. I want to be a part of it.
One day, I will be proud to call myself a Midwife. I will serve life.
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