... to plead for a family of boys!!!
14.9.10
8.9.10
Raindrops on Rooftops
I love thunderstorms, love them. I love walking in them, love watching them, love hearing them, and above all love falling asleep as they occur outside of my safe and warm home.
However, last night I was in bed and asleep prior to the stroke of midnight and was awoken by a clap, a loud clap ... actually it was more of a
... it was in the house, I was sure. I sat straight up, heart pounding, luckily not hitting my head on the ceiling {I love my loft bed}. For a moment, it was brief, I was sure that Ace had somehow acquired a firearm of some sort and shot Beany or the downstairs neighbors had finally had enough of the eleven o'clock sing-a-long hour and taken action with a rifle. I shook that fear out of me quickly, guns and I are not friendly with one another. Then another BOOM!! Fright led to flight and I jumped out of bed {in my Jumpin' Jammerz obviously, yep!}, there was no way I was going to get back to sleep with gun fire going off all around me. By the time I hit the door my mind had found footing and realized that it was a thunderstorm outside, a tremendous thunderstorm.
Ace and Beany were wide awake and not caught up in the shock of it and I quickly mirrored their calm, although with my own twist of mumbling and inaudible sounds. With a pat on the shoulders and an assurance that there were no fire arms in the vicinity, I climbed back up to bed. But I was up. I called CA, explaining through his laughter ~ as I had told him earlier in the day that I would be asleep by 11 ~ that I was asleep but woken by the storm. In my explanation he heard a
However, last night I was in bed and asleep prior to the stroke of midnight and was awoken by a clap, a loud clap ... actually it was more of a
BOOM!
Ace and Beany were wide awake and not caught up in the shock of it and I quickly mirrored their calm, although with my own twist of mumbling and inaudible sounds. With a pat on the shoulders and an assurance that there were no fire arms in the vicinity, I climbed back up to bed. But I was up. I called CA, explaining through his laughter ~ as I had told him earlier in the day that I would be asleep by 11 ~ that I was asleep but woken by the storm. In my explanation he heard a
CLAP!
..."WOW!" He then stopped laughing, sensing that the late hour and my lack of sleep over the weekend was causing a bit more emotion from this girl than normal. He began humming sounds from my favorite film and like a trained Pavlov dog my mind started to list happy and good things ~ the humming continued.
- The mountains and I finally have a great relationship, I love seeing the sun rise behind them!
- Work is 8.7 minutes from my front door
- Friends and siblings are close at hand
- Bleu is happy and working after another cross country trip
- A cloud created in the likeness of Mickey will soon be in my possession ~ for real!
- Bedtime usually includes a story or a song, I'm currently in love with my living situation
- Beans and I both had a moment, me on a plane and he in the van ... we sure do like each other a lot
- Chez and Baby Paige have stolen my heart
- This past weekend reminded me of what I truly want and desire
- Watching the 'student' become the 'master' causes happy tears and sincere joy, again reminding me of what I need to work toward and strive for
- Trucks make me happy and normally those that drive them
- Pajama parties {yellow and cheetah print are en route!!!}
- Papa's texts
- Mom's messages
- Gchat conversations
- Blonde hair
23.8.10
It Only Take a Moment ...
Yesterday I had a moment. I had a moment when I thought, "Heck {as it was the Sabbath and I try to curb my mouth on this day}, I cannot be alone." I found myself, for the first time in my life actually, on my own and in need of someone else, I'm not alone very often with the need for a dress zip {my 'me-cations' are usually on a beach somewhere or don't call for fancy-zippered-clothing}. This might cause some serious issues with my bicoastal marriage idea. In CA I had Cass who was more than willing to stand on the bed to help. Here at home I've got a Mom. In UT I had Mern who was willing to do the job. On the mission, well, obviously companions are there for a reason. That's right folks, I was almost sans clothing for my meetings yesterday as there is this half inch portion of my back that I was certain my arms could not reach. But after prayer and some SERIOUS contorted arm movement I got it all zipped up {pun fully intended}. PHEW!! My thoughts on love and marriage can go right back into place!!
Then I had this moment ... what am I suppose to wear? Yes, roommates/parents/fellow travelers are helpful when picking things like this out. Again, perhaps I should not be on my own. I wanted to look good and I wasn't sure which outfit would do the trick {post yesterdays events I think 'trick' is a proper word to use}. Then, my brain turned on, no need to fret into a sweat, this is why we have modern technology. So I shot off these texts ...
Then I had this moment ... what am I suppose to wear? Yes, roommates/parents/fellow travelers are helpful when picking things like this out. Again, perhaps I should not be on my own. I wanted to look good and I wasn't sure which outfit would do the trick {post yesterdays events I think 'trick' is a proper word to use}. Then, my brain turned on, no need to fret into a sweat, this is why we have modern technology. So I shot off these texts ...
Option #1
or
Option #2
The vote came back and out I went in Option #1.
So what have I learned from this? Well, my arms can do things that I could not have even hoped for prior to yesterday and that my 'people' have opinions that come through LOUD and CLEAR via text. It was a moment folks, nothing life changing!
11.8.10
Conjugal Visits
One day post bedtime rituals with Girlfriend and Cowboy we were down stairs discussing life and the like. I was frustrated about something, he was frustrated about something. We were sharing our frustrations when Bunk looked at the map on the wall in the other room and rerouted his thoughts. I continued to vent my frustrations as I watched his brain work our this new idea. Then the statement that may have changed my life came ...
"Kas, I think the answer is bicoastal marriage." YES! Why had I not thought of this before?
{My assumption is that those of you in functional monogamous relationships are saying something like Sam said to Jonah while discussing the long distance relationship viability "1, 2, 3, 4 ... like 26 states between here and there. Now that's a sign!" But perhaps it is a good sign!!}
As time marches on I think this is a better and better idea. I am not an easy person to live with, I like my time and my space and my things. I have moments when I want to walk or run on my own for hours/days/weeks at a time. I have days when I do not want another human's opinion or thought. I can be happy and delightful, on my own terms. I am not the average romantic and truly believe in the age old cliche ~ absence makes the heart grow fonder. I do not protest when my Uncles, all wise and knowing, make the statement that I will be a much more difficult match now than I was when I was 21, I'm just as certain as they are that this is the case.
So to make things easier on my husband, who I will love and adore with all of my heart, I think that our relationship should span the country. He can be with me enough to realize that he loves me and not enough to realize he has likely gotten in way over his head. He can remember why we made those promises but not remember or desire to break them. He can capture memories in his mind and enjoy them during the week. He can watch his "Deadliest Catch" while I watch my "Cake Boss" in a completely different local. I will have my emotional retardation moments Tuesday-Thursday and be fun, romantic {because I will not have been overwhelmed with it during the week}, spontaneous wife Friday-Monday morning, our conjugal visits keeping things hot and exciting. And I will not get sick of him. I will not wish him ill moments to cause a delay in his arrival to me. I will not wonder why he could not be more like {insert appropriate name here that will drive him crazy and cause him to throw a bit of a man-fit}. I will not look at him and think the thoughts that I sometimes think when I've been with someone for too long and want to take out their vocal box. I will not grow tired of sweet nothings and romantic moments. I will be excited to see his face, to hold his hand, to hear his thoughts and opinions, to sit in silence with him, to love him! I will make a great weekend wife!
No ... I do not have an issue with commitment, thank you.
And yes ... this was written in jest {well, kind of}.
"Kas, I think the answer is bicoastal marriage." YES! Why had I not thought of this before?
{My assumption is that those of you in functional monogamous relationships are saying something like Sam said to Jonah while discussing the long distance relationship viability "1, 2, 3, 4 ... like 26 states between here and there. Now that's a sign!" But perhaps it is a good sign!!}
As time marches on I think this is a better and better idea. I am not an easy person to live with, I like my time and my space and my things. I have moments when I want to walk or run on my own for hours/days/weeks at a time. I have days when I do not want another human's opinion or thought. I can be happy and delightful, on my own terms. I am not the average romantic and truly believe in the age old cliche ~ absence makes the heart grow fonder. I do not protest when my Uncles, all wise and knowing, make the statement that I will be a much more difficult match now than I was when I was 21, I'm just as certain as they are that this is the case.
So to make things easier on my husband, who I will love and adore with all of my heart, I think that our relationship should span the country. He can be with me enough to realize that he loves me and not enough to realize he has likely gotten in way over his head. He can remember why we made those promises but not remember or desire to break them. He can capture memories in his mind and enjoy them during the week. He can watch his "Deadliest Catch" while I watch my "Cake Boss" in a completely different local. I will have my emotional retardation moments Tuesday-Thursday and be fun, romantic {because I will not have been overwhelmed with it during the week}, spontaneous wife Friday-Monday morning, our conjugal visits keeping things hot and exciting. And I will not get sick of him. I will not wish him ill moments to cause a delay in his arrival to me. I will not wonder why he could not be more like {insert appropriate name here that will drive him crazy and cause him to throw a bit of a man-fit}. I will not look at him and think the thoughts that I sometimes think when I've been with someone for too long and want to take out their vocal box. I will not grow tired of sweet nothings and romantic moments. I will be excited to see his face, to hold his hand, to hear his thoughts and opinions, to sit in silence with him, to love him! I will make a great weekend wife!
No ... I do not have an issue with commitment, thank you.
And yes ... this was written in jest {well, kind of}.
8.8.10
All Tied Up ...
So I have a few complexes in my life.
One ~ cutting. When I was in first grade Mrs. Sallerards gave me a -U- {unsatisfactory} in cutting. Every since I have delegated out all of the cutting in my life ~ seriously.
Two ~ eye make-up. I have these little eyes that seem to reject any sort of makeup that is put on them. I find myself coveting my friends with these ginormous eyes who can wear all sorts of colors on their lids, mine are just too tiny. And the mascara, bless my soul, is always an issue with these little buggers. It does not matter the brand, residue is left beneath these little eyes enhancing the already-there-Mount-bags. I hope and pray for a household of boys for many reasons, not the least of which is to avoid the 'I'm sorry, you've got your mom's eyes and they really do look better without any sort of coating' talk with a young daughter all excited about make-up.
Three ~ tying bows. Some of you may wonder, how does one get a complex regarding tying bows? Oh, it just so happens that I have collected 12 ~ seriously! ~ designers in my life. Add to that even dozen a hand full of aunts who could make a tiny ribbon into a beautiful ornament and I've got myself a large complex. I remember for one family gathering turning to John, the son of one of these aunts, and having him tie the bow on the candles after my frustrated and hideous attempts. When wrapping gifts ~ which I do a FANTASTIC job at ~ with Robs I would always leave the bows off, knowing that my attempt would be taken off and redone. I just can't get them to look right, no matter the focus and concentration. I'm okay with it, really, I have enough people around me that if I need an adequate bow tied it will be done. While helping one Tall Friend with weddings I was banned, yes, BANNED, from any relationship with ribbon ~ seriously. Ace and I made a deal that if I am so 'blessed' with daughters that he would be right across the street to tie the bows in the hair {I can do the hair ~ my girl won't look neglected in that department} and on their dresses while I coach his boys through a first-down. Bows and I just aren't friends!
But today, as I got out of my car and was greeted by Smiling Face I quickly forgot about the four minutes I had spent an hour earlier in front of the mirror cursing the cute red dress with a bow {in the front no less!}. As the hours progressed my mind truly was freed of the horrible moment of twists, turns, and tugs of the patriotic ribbon attached to the dress. I had omitted the point in time from just hours earlier when the only place I wanted to be was the San Clemente building with Aubrey at hand to do some miracle tie with this material. I was happy and had forgotten about this less than mediocre bow I had managed to create. Until ...
Smiling Face and I were walking to our final meeting when he said "I really do like this thing," as he grabbed the forgotten bow. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to face him. "What?" "This tie, I like it," he repeated as he held both of the rabbit ears and pulled them tight. I looked into those blue eyes to see if there was sarcasm lingering ... nope, not an ounce. I may have 'woot'ed there in the foyer of the church building! "You like my bow?!?!?" I just wanted to be sure, as this was a first for me. "Sure do," he said. HA!! Yes, I know, it probably shouldn't count if the compliment came from a football-playing-guy who called it a 'tie' rather than a 'bow' but I'm counting it!!
And so, as the sun sets on this day here in Indianapolis I say to the blogging world, I tied a bow without the assistance of a designer! And Smiling Face liked it! HA!! I'm not asking the Big Guy for girls just yet nor offering my services in wedding prep but here's to today's bow, to progress ... as small as it may be! Tomorrow, maybe I'll cut out a heart or try some eye-shadow!!
One ~ cutting. When I was in first grade Mrs. Sallerards gave me a -U- {unsatisfactory} in cutting. Every since I have delegated out all of the cutting in my life ~ seriously.
Two ~ eye make-up. I have these little eyes that seem to reject any sort of makeup that is put on them. I find myself coveting my friends with these ginormous eyes who can wear all sorts of colors on their lids, mine are just too tiny. And the mascara, bless my soul, is always an issue with these little buggers. It does not matter the brand, residue is left beneath these little eyes enhancing the already-there-Mount-bags. I hope and pray for a household of boys for many reasons, not the least of which is to avoid the 'I'm sorry, you've got your mom's eyes and they really do look better without any sort of coating' talk with a young daughter all excited about make-up.
Three ~ tying bows. Some of you may wonder, how does one get a complex regarding tying bows? Oh, it just so happens that I have collected 12 ~ seriously! ~ designers in my life. Add to that even dozen a hand full of aunts who could make a tiny ribbon into a beautiful ornament and I've got myself a large complex. I remember for one family gathering turning to John, the son of one of these aunts, and having him tie the bow on the candles after my frustrated and hideous attempts. When wrapping gifts ~ which I do a FANTASTIC job at ~ with Robs I would always leave the bows off, knowing that my attempt would be taken off and redone. I just can't get them to look right, no matter the focus and concentration. I'm okay with it, really, I have enough people around me that if I need an adequate bow tied it will be done. While helping one Tall Friend with weddings I was banned, yes, BANNED, from any relationship with ribbon ~ seriously. Ace and I made a deal that if I am so 'blessed' with daughters that he would be right across the street to tie the bows in the hair {I can do the hair ~ my girl won't look neglected in that department} and on their dresses while I coach his boys through a first-down. Bows and I just aren't friends!
Smiling Face and I were walking to our final meeting when he said "I really do like this thing," as he grabbed the forgotten bow. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to face him. "What?" "This tie, I like it," he repeated as he held both of the rabbit ears and pulled them tight. I looked into those blue eyes to see if there was sarcasm lingering ... nope, not an ounce. I may have 'woot'ed there in the foyer of the church building! "You like my bow?!?!?" I just wanted to be sure, as this was a first for me. "Sure do," he said. HA!! Yes, I know, it probably shouldn't count if the compliment came from a football-playing-guy who called it a 'tie' rather than a 'bow' but I'm counting it!!
And so, as the sun sets on this day here in Indianapolis I say to the blogging world, I tied a bow without the assistance of a designer! And Smiling Face liked it! HA!! I'm not asking the Big Guy for girls just yet nor offering my services in wedding prep but here's to today's bow, to progress ... as small as it may be! Tomorrow, maybe I'll cut out a heart or try some eye-shadow!!
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