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A few days after the election, my husband and I saw this in one of the yards at a frat house near the University of Washington. My husband took the picture. I was driving, and told him he HAD to get a good picture, because… hello? I’m a blogger! And, as the old saying goes, “I am soooo blogging this!”
My husband titled this: Undecided Voter
Kids these days…
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So, the other day (7daysago) Paul and I sauntered into a cute little shop. In that shop I saw this sign:
I immediately began thinking of place to hang a sign that was OBVIOULSY crafted just for Me. I thought, “Can I make that into a necklace? Can I mount that somewhere on my car? Maybe I should just place it above the front door of my home…”
As my mind raced with options, my husband made his preference known,
WE SHOULD HANG THAT OVER OUR BED.
He is such a guy… and yes we should.
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Has anything made YOU laugh lately???
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your father dresses up as a Man Fairy:
and your not-young mother dresses up as a Cheerleader (shhhhh, don’t say anything about the “not-young” part!):
What happens when these are the genes you inherited?…
This:
Sweetheart… your mother may never be able to teach you how to boil water, but she HAS taught you the foundational principles of cheer and the highly technical points of 2-person cheer-stunt safety. You know that is way more fun that boiling water… unless you get a wicked craving for Jello, thennnnnn… you’ll wish I had taught you how to boil water.
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I’m sorry. I’m not normally so full of myself. It’s another post bloated with pictures of Me. It’s not my fault though, Bubba’s Sis found this super site called Yearbook Yourself, and what’s a self-obsessed girl to do, but stay up for hours looking at how hawt she looked decade after decade after decade… Talk about a “timeless beauty”!
*Side note: PapaTV… I see a great Fug Mug possibility here…
But back to Me. The first picture I give you is from 1952. Had I been a senior in high school, my senior picture may have looked like this… and the pin I would have worn - would have belonged to that handsome devil next to me…
1952
Back in 1962 Continue reading ‘Jenny, across the decades.’
now that I have a new Confidence Apron!
When my husband came home Monday night, one of the first things out of his mouth was, “I have a confession… … … I bought an album.” I said, “Before you go any further, it’s O.K. with me as long as it’s as cool as this… *saunters toward husband from behind the counter and twirls* … My new CONFIDENCE APRON!”
It’s amazing what a Confidence Apron will do for a timid stirrer… (and it’s amazing what Picnik can do for one’s complexion when editing one’s photos…I *heart* Picnik!)
And the finished product… Oh how a girl can rock the stove in the right kind of apron…
Are you wondering what “Confidence Apron” and I made for dinner??? Only the World’s Best Baked Potato Soup! That’s all! Potatoes… milk… bacon… celery… green onions… bacon… garlic… bacon… chicken… topped with cheddar cheese… My husband realized what was on the menu and asked, “Oh. Is that Baked Potato Soup, baby?” With a velvet whisper I baited him, “Yes it is baby…” Even just TALKIN’ ’bout food changes when “Confidence Apron” has my back.
I would like to give a shout-out to my very talented photographer and photo-shoot designer - my lovely 6 year-old daughter Olivia. I was just going to have her take a full-apron shot. But then she said, “Hey Mom, what if I take a picture of you COOOKING!” My. Gosh. My daughter is a flippin’ genius!
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Monday was the one year anniversary of Paul’s dad’s passing… from here to his new home in heaven:)
I knew the “anniversary date” was coming, but when the day came it took a few hours for the reality to “sink in”.
My father-in-law’s death was not a surprise. He was on dialysis and made the hard decision to discontinue. We knew the end was coming, but would it be a few days after his last dialysis… would it be 2 weeks? Would there be a mind-boggling, straight from the hands of God miracle and he’d be totally healed instead?
Three days before he passed, Jim had one of those “spurts of energy” that I now know often happen to very ill people who are close to death. He took off to the local football field (in his motorized wheelchair!) to chat with the football coaches and watch a bit of the practice. All who watched this man who was so ill and so sick were flabbergasted. No… Confused!
After this “event’ my husband decided to come home for a night - or two. He had been living with my in-laws for over a month… He missed home and it was so hard not having him here. It seemed maybe “the end” wasn’t as close as anticipated. However, the next afternoon, my husband got a call from his sister. It was the “get here now” call. Continue reading ‘One Year Later’
Friends. Family. Fellow graduates. Mostly family, this may be a little edgy for summa ya’ll. AND there is a curse word, more than once, and it was PAUL who started it!
This situation occurred last night, as best as I can remember:
Husband: Dude. “So-and-So” (a woman!) just gave me an award (or something) on Facebook.
Me: Dude. She hasn’t even made ME a friend! Why hasn’t she made MEeeee HER friend?
*Insight: This is someone from college and prior to our dating, Paul and I traveled in different circles. I never fit in that circle of people, which I am fine with. It is just weird because… who doesn’t absolutely dig me and want to be my friend? I mean, maybe I was a little hyper… a little spaztic… but c’mon. I was 18! I was also boy crazy. Anyway…
In my head: She can’t give him something if she’s not friends with me!
Husband: I said FACEbook. Not ASSbook.
Me: *GASP!!!! Hands covering mouth* What are you saying? Are you saying I have an ass-face?
Husband: No baby. I’m saying that with an ass like that who’s gonna look at your face?
*THWACK!!!* Right on mah tushie!
Ya know folks, after 13.5+ years of marriage, it feels good to know my husband still likes my butt… And, ya know… it’s fun when he gets a little “fresh”. Gah that makes me sound twice my age… “fresh”…
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