I think by now we're all pretty aware that I can be a little... obsessive. Anyone remember the towel incident in Jacksonville? We're about to take it to the next level.
Starting next week, B & I are taking on some major home renovations. And my "taking on", I mean begging my in-laws to please help us find and hire fantastic contractors. Maybe the better word is enduring. B & I are enduring some major home renovations.
So, obviously, the dreams have begun. Last night I comforted one unhappy toddler's nightmare, then proceeded to have one of my own, only I wasn't asleep.
I lay awake on the couch with the terrible realization that our bathtub wasn't going to fit through our bedroom door. Mind you, I'm not ordering some massive bathtub; this is a standard soaker. Our doors, however, are shipped straight from Mayberry and are exactly the width of a washing machine (another story for another time).
As I resisted the urge to email my contractor at 3am to alert him to what was clearly THE PROBLEM TO END ALL PROBLEMS, I had another awful realization: The bathtub is delivered to the top of the driveway. Above the dumpster. Now fear has set in that not only will I not have a bathtub in my bathroom, but it will be stuck at the end of my driveway for all to see. Forever. Alabama chic.
I was finally able to nod off to sleep when the strange dreams, the real ones, began to happen. I dreamed I was hanging out with my best friend from childhood whom I still adore and admire today, and all I could manage to do was wash her dishes and inspect her sink. Does she like this one? I wondered. It has the funny slanted angles.
Even my dreams betray me.
In a world of true trial, I believe these qualify as beyond #firstworldproblems. But, for now, they are my problems which, unfortunately, make them B's problems, so say a little prayer for him (and maybe buy him an extra afternoon coffee).
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
How to Survive Today
It's a new year and, if you've ever stopped by here before, I bet you can figure out what my resolution is.
I've missed writing. I love being able to look back at Newlywed Moments I wrote about with B. I hate that I've missed the past 18 month, but a lot has happened.
First, I've survived, in every sense of the word. I survived fabulous family trips, memorable holidays, and another anniversary with B. And in the midst of that, I survived, three pregnancies, only one of which resulted in a too-good-to-be-true baby. I survived the birth of our daughter, O, and every snuggle, bath, swaddle, and story since.
For weeks, I didn't write because my mind was consumed with happy baby news, and then I didn't write (at least not here) because I couldn't handle sharing the grief with anyone. Then the cycle repeated and I honestly thought I might die of heartbreak. If you're a IRL friend reading this and am hurt I didn't tell you, know that this is so not about you; I didn't tell you because I needed to have you, my daily lifeline, be normal so that I could breathe.
But I'm still here, still standing, and I have so much to tell you. Starting with, hello.
I've missed writing. I love being able to look back at Newlywed Moments I wrote about with B. I hate that I've missed the past 18 month, but a lot has happened.
First, I've survived, in every sense of the word. I survived fabulous family trips, memorable holidays, and another anniversary with B. And in the midst of that, I survived, three pregnancies, only one of which resulted in a too-good-to-be-true baby. I survived the birth of our daughter, O, and every snuggle, bath, swaddle, and story since.
For weeks, I didn't write because my mind was consumed with happy baby news, and then I didn't write (at least not here) because I couldn't handle sharing the grief with anyone. Then the cycle repeated and I honestly thought I might die of heartbreak. If you're a IRL friend reading this and am hurt I didn't tell you, know that this is so not about you; I didn't tell you because I needed to have you, my daily lifeline, be normal so that I could breathe.
But I'm still here, still standing, and I have so much to tell you. Starting with, hello.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Conversation of the Day
me: This makes me unreasonably happy:
B: haha
you would revel in that snake's misery
me: 
plus, I could attach the sticky paper to the can & the snake, and the bitey end would be covered
B: you be so weird about snakes
me: hate. hate hate hate.
my coworker says she thinks some things (namely ticks) are simply evil. I think snakes proved that in the Bible. Of course, they do nice things, like eat other snakes...
B: and rats
how do you feel about rats?
me: dislike. opossums>rats
bunnies>opossum
puppies>bunnies
Colby>puppies
B: bacon>colby?
brian>bacon?
me: I was trying to figure out where baseball fits in.
bacon=puppies
Colby>bacon
You>Colby
B: ok, so fill in the blank: snakes _ rats
me: rats>snakes
If I saw a rat in our basement, I would be mad and try to trap it.
If I saw a snake, I would get the cold leg sweats and stand very still so I could watch it until you got home.
rats>roaches (as long as we're talking basement/theory
In my house, my actual house, I guess I'd take a roach because I could squish it.
A rat in my closet would be rodent nongrata.
B: that made me laugh in my office
me: New holiday for us to celebrate: July 19 is Flitch Day. Here’s the explanation: An old custom from yesteryear developed into the holiday of Flitch Day. Bacon was given to any married couple who could prove they had lived in harmony and fidelity for one year. Very few "took home the bacon".
..how do you think they "proved" fidelity and harmony? #interesting.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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