The Boys Are Back In Town
And do you know how freaking happy I am about that?
John’s been gone since October 28th, and it has SUCKED. He is regularly out and about in the country with Chris Cagle, so it’s not like I’m not used to this sort of thing (being used to it doesn’t mean I ever have to like it).
This stint apart was just pretty poopariffic, because he had just gotten home from a trip where he missed my birthday (damnit!) and then he had to leave on the very same day to go galavanting around the country again, playing his funky music, white boy.
Show up and then leave on the same day? Can you say TEASER? Ugh.
At least we got to have a family fun day @ Honeysuckle Hill Farm. A place I highly recommend you visit if you live in or around the Nashville, TN area, btw. (There’s some more stalker info for you depraved lunatics. But it’s not like it’s not on my profile anyway. Okay, so that was more stalker info for the LAZY, depraved lunatics.)
By the way, if you also missed my birthday (October 27), it’s not too late to send chocolates and flowers, and any money you find lying around. And mark your calendars for next year, so you can throw me a big party like you meant to this year. It’s okay, I can wait another year. Just make it good.
As for my “wahwaahhh, I miss my husband” whining – I know there are ladies out there who have to miss their Loves for much longer at a time than I do… but I’m being self-centered here (haha, when am I not? This entire PAGE IS ABOUT ME).
This man does things like send me this:
For no reason at all. The note said, “Just thought this would brighten your day.”
!!!!!
And he rubs my feet at least once a day when he’s home. HE RUBS THEM AND DOESN’T COMPLAIN. I don’t know about you, but that’s GOLD to me.
And he’s patient. And funny. And he thinks I’M funny.
And he changes all the diapers, and does bath and bedtime when he’s home.
And, you know… there are other things. *blush* We won’t talk about that. I may have mentioned before that “enigma” is a favorite word of mine. 
Speaking of favorite words…
When I so unexpectedly stumbled across this man 6 years ago, I had no idea what a blessing he’d be in my life. I had no idea how much I’d enjoy torturing him with my maddening, evil, depricating humor… and that he’d just smile and laugh. (He just looks at me and says, “You’re sick.” *pause* “I like you.”) What the heck is wrong with him?
I had no idea that we would begin a journey of winding roads and valleys together… there have been bumps in the road, and the valleys get deep sometimes… but they make the smooth roads and the mountain peaks so much more fulfilling and noticeable. So much more alive.
I had no idea that he’d be the person I could be more compassionate to than I ever imagined I could be, and all because he himself has made me want to be a better person, lover, wife, and mother so many times.
When I was a little girl, I had a favorite book, “Serendipity.”
The book introduced me to the word, and I thought it sounded magical, and I felt powerful in secret ways when I would whisper it quietly in an empty room. It would almost tickle my tongue, and give me this little trembling feeling in my soul. I loved that word, and I never really knew why.
Because He Rocks
- At October 3, 2007
- By Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom
- In Husband, Love, Marriage
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Just felt like throwing this picture on the proverbial table.
It’s an old favorite of mine. He rocks.
Codeine and God
My back is actually feeling better today. I’m pretty surprised, considering I’m usually laid up with this type of pain for about a week before it gets better. It’s still a little tender, but much better.
So, last night I drank a cup of coffee at about 10pm. Why? Because I’m a loser and lately I’ve been getting really tired before I’m ready to sign off for the night. A little later, we popped in our latest Netflix DVD, Lord of War (pretty darn good). I kept shifting around on the couch trying to find a comfortable position.
Shifting really doesn’t help.
I caved and took a BC powder dose. Wee! This crap not only has a butt-load of aspirin in it, but it also has a nice shot of caffeine. Yay, now I had more than just the cup of coffee running through my blood.
About 30 minutes later, still in agony, I really caved and took codeine (co-codamol).
Later, at bed-time, I rolled over on my side and felt a warm hand on my lower back.
“Lord, please make my wife’s back feel better.”
Silence.
[John] “I love you.”
“Are you still talking to God?”
“No.”
“Oh. I love you, too.”
Pause.
“Amen.” (smart ass)
Pause.
[Me] “Stop trying to have a 3-way with me and God.”
I blame the codeine.
6 Years
- At October 2, 2007
- By Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom
- In Husband, Love, Relationships
- 1
Yesterday was the 6 year anniversary of the day my husband and I saw one another, in person, for the first time. We still celebrate that day, even though we’ve been married for over 3 years, because it was the real beginning to our romantic relationship.When I see a Ferris Wheel, fireworks, leather pants, or smell raspberry bath ‘n body works body spray, I think of that day.
That is the day I met the man I would, one day, marry. I met a person who would come to know and understand me like no other on earth. I met a man who would take me on a journey of emotion, Love being the greatest. I met the father of my children.
For that, I am grateful beyond words.
November, 2001:
Yesterday – October 1st, 2007:
His Musical Soul
My son clearly enjoys all things musical. His appreciation ranges from making odd, alien-like and sometimes Clingon, or decidedly mechanical, sounds with his own mouth, to digging the actual music that mommy and daddy listen to.Braden is thrilled to beat on pots and pans, and likes to play his own little guitar. When he hears music (of any kind… the crappy little tunes that his push-button toys play as well as anything from Gwen Stefani to Guns N Roses) he sings and dances.
His version of singing is a beautiful art to behold. Sometimes he dreamily tilts his head back and coos and wails mournfully along with a tune. At other times, he emits a shrill screaming rant, rife with emotion. And there are moments that just beg him to perform his rythmic ‘shout and bark’ style of song. You can’t witness any of it without smiling. And, if you can, then you’re a butthole.
Dancing is also something that calls to Braden’s heart and soul. The child will “dance” even when seated, and to anything even remotely musical. A crappy version of “Camptown Races” had him swaying in his highchair this morning. Upon hearing “Wind it Up” by Gwen Stefani yesterday, he held onto the arm of my office chair and bounced up and down, then swayed, stomping his feet.
When John plays his guitar, Braden can’t decide whether he is more interested in slapping the strings along with Daddy, or dancing around in a circle singing, “AH-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh, AH-AH-ahhhhhhhh!” Both are endearing and adorable.
Even the grinding, creaking sound of the cabinet doors in his bathroom enchants his little, musical soul.
He has a love affair with these cabinet doors, btw. He doesn’t even care what’s inside anymore. His greatest desire in that bathroom is to engage in endless exploration of Cabinet Door Audiology. Sometimes he is studious and serious, bordering on being Completely Zoned Out, while he’s in “cabinet mode.” Other times, he is silly and boisterous, giggling and squealing in delight at the wonders his friends (the doors) reveal to him. I wish I could capture some of that wonder in my life at my age. Wait, I have! In him.
My kid – he both ages me and keeps me young. God bless him, the cute little fart.
Unexpected Situations
INSTRUCTIONS FOR CHILD REARING, Chapter 11
*Unexpected Situations, Part 3
*What to Do When Child Attempts to Eat Own ExcrementFather:
1.) Notice that your diaperless sweetheart just dropped a log on the carpet.
2.) Realize simultaneously that he is bending over to pick it up.
3.) FREAK OUT.
4.) Start screaming – begin in normal tone of voice, quickly ramping up to intense, shrill trumpeting – “no, No, NO, NO NOOO, NOOOOOO!!!!”
5.) Jump any obstacles and rush over, grabbing the child’s arm right before disaster strikes.
6.) Hold child up in mid-air, looking bewildered and disgusted.
7.) Run out of room with child, not sure where you are going.
Mother:
1.) Be startled by your husband screaming.
2.) Look to see what is going on.
3.) Laugh. A lot.
4.) Laugh some more.
5.) Point. LAUGH.
6.) Tell your husband to put the baby in the bath tub.
7.) Help clean the child, starting by wiping the chunk of Turd off of his lip.
People, no matter how smart you think your kid is everytime he does something that seems brilliant and amazing… an episode like this will leave you wondering about the adaptive qualities of putting everything in the mouth. I mean… do our kids REALLY need to learn about the world by tasting it? Can’t God just program in, “Don’t Eat Your Own Shit, Thanks.” ?
*sigh*
But…. it WAS funny. Heh.PS: No pictures on this one, sorry. I was afraid John might actually divorce me if I went and got the camera.
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