The post below reminds me of this song:
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
When I can tell that he's had enough
My husband never yells, well unless it's out of excitement, which he does often. KP is a happy-go-lucky guy. I, on the other hand, raise my voice often. It's where we each came from. People in my family just talk louder, probably to get attention, but also when we are upset. I have tried to curb this reaction and behavior, but I think it might just be ingrained in my personality.
KP never gets upset when the house is a wreck. I go nuts and blame it on him and the dogs and beg him to help me clean it because there is no way I can pick up the wreckage that I have created all on my own. He always obliges.
Every now and then though, KP has had enough...of my moodiness, messiness, and laziness. Hey, I am the first to admit that I possess those qualities. I flew my true colors on a flag above my head the entire time we were dating, so don't think I played the switch-a-roo to get this guy to marry me; he knew what he was in for.
How I know that he's had enough: We have a giant basket full of medicine in our linen closet in the master bathroom. It sits on the bottom shelf. The lighting isn't great in the closet and the basket is three or four layers deep with allergy remedies, bandages, random stomach cures, and a variety of creams that are probably unidentifiable at this point. But, when I need something, I can probably guess that it's in that basket; I just have to make sure to check expiration dates.
Two days ago, I pulled the basket out and set it on KP's vanity in the bathroom. I always do this, simply because my vanity is covered in makeup, hair products, and jewelry and there's simply no room to set it down on my side. Typically I find what I need from the basket and leave the bathroom, basket still resting on his vanity.
Yesterday morning I went into the bathroom to see that the basket had moved. It was now on my vanity chair on top of several days worth of possibly wearable again clothes. He had had enough.
And that my friends, is reason 10,921 why I love my husband.
To thank him for his kindness and gentleness, I did ALL of the laundry in the house, vacuumed and mopped the floors, and made a real dinner, which does not happen as often as it should in the summertime. Oh, and I put the basket away.
KP never gets upset when the house is a wreck. I go nuts and blame it on him and the dogs and beg him to help me clean it because there is no way I can pick up the wreckage that I have created all on my own. He always obliges.
Every now and then though, KP has had enough...of my moodiness, messiness, and laziness. Hey, I am the first to admit that I possess those qualities. I flew my true colors on a flag above my head the entire time we were dating, so don't think I played the switch-a-roo to get this guy to marry me; he knew what he was in for.
How I know that he's had enough: We have a giant basket full of medicine in our linen closet in the master bathroom. It sits on the bottom shelf. The lighting isn't great in the closet and the basket is three or four layers deep with allergy remedies, bandages, random stomach cures, and a variety of creams that are probably unidentifiable at this point. But, when I need something, I can probably guess that it's in that basket; I just have to make sure to check expiration dates.
Two days ago, I pulled the basket out and set it on KP's vanity in the bathroom. I always do this, simply because my vanity is covered in makeup, hair products, and jewelry and there's simply no room to set it down on my side. Typically I find what I need from the basket and leave the bathroom, basket still resting on his vanity.
Yesterday morning I went into the bathroom to see that the basket had moved. It was now on my vanity chair on top of several days worth of possibly wearable again clothes. He had had enough.
And that my friends, is reason 10,921 why I love my husband.
To thank him for his kindness and gentleness, I did ALL of the laundry in the house, vacuumed and mopped the floors, and made a real dinner, which does not happen as often as it should in the summertime. Oh, and I put the basket away.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
He's 31; I am STILL 29
Here are pictures from KP's bday party over the weekend. Never mind the green pool. There was plenty of chlorine in it to kill the algae.
About 1/2 of this cake is still in my fridge. I just can't eat anymore of it. It's a lot of pressure to have the only sweet tooth in the house.
The Aldridges and Perkins in the pool.
Awww, little Ella.
Muah, in a self-portrait, minus make up. So glad I am a natural beauty!
We had a fly problem, so KP came up with a solution. Sausage on a stick diversion.
He placed it in the yard, away from our food table, and was mighty proud of his brain power.
The Perkins, cut off at the chest.
Ade, sis-in-law, hamming it up. The Maxwells are in the background.
The Schroeders. Please note Jen's bucket o'Margarita!
Mac, the sailor dog. Zeus and Mac took turns riding on their raft. Gus prefers dry land.
Ella, the great. She was the hit of the party. She loves chocolate cake. Her dad loves icing, especially in the form of a blue balloon. You'll just have to take my word for it.
About 1/2 of this cake is still in my fridge. I just can't eat anymore of it. It's a lot of pressure to have the only sweet tooth in the house.
The Aldridges and Perkins in the pool.
Awww, little Ella.
Muah, in a self-portrait, minus make up. So glad I am a natural beauty!
We had a fly problem, so KP came up with a solution. Sausage on a stick diversion.
He placed it in the yard, away from our food table, and was mighty proud of his brain power.
The Perkins, cut off at the chest.
Ade, sis-in-law, hamming it up. The Maxwells are in the background.
The Schroeders. Please note Jen's bucket o'Margarita!
Mac, the sailor dog. Zeus and Mac took turns riding on their raft. Gus prefers dry land.
Ella, the great. She was the hit of the party. She loves chocolate cake. Her dad loves icing, especially in the form of a blue balloon. You'll just have to take my word for it.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Where I Went Wrong By: ADP
Warning: If you have a weak stomach, do not read this while eating.
My thumb still itches like hell, but it is finally healing, nearly 8 weeks after the slice that changed me forever. While dressing it for the 85th time last night, I evaluated my actions with this here wound and thought about what changes I would make, if I am the unluckiest person on earth and I do this to myself again.
- When I ran my thumb across the razor-sharp Pampered Chef blade, ran to the sink and saw my bone, my choice should have been to go to the ER.
- The wound seemed to be healing fairly well after a week or so. So, I made the decision to participate in the Easter confetti egg fight, which included egg shells made out of titanium. Wound split open.
- I cleaned it several times a day with hydrogen peroxide, which does clean wounds, but should only be used on the first cleaning, as it eats healthy skin. Use saline solution.
- I slathered it in Neosporin several times a day, despite a known family allergy to the salve. When it itched like poison ivy, I continued to rub it all over my thumb. I did this until I showed Little Sis, who also has the allergy, and was prescribed some wicked-awesome magic skin grower. She shared it with me less than a week ago and miraculously, my thumb is almost back to normal.
- Did I mention that I should have figured out the Neosporin allergy sooner?!
My thumb still has "new skin," so I am protecting it with the largest bandages that are made, latex-free if you must know, because I am also allergic to latex. But, I can bend it and it is no longer a pink oozing mess. You've got to appreciate the little things.
Over Memorial Weekend, the beach house we stayed in had a Pampered Chef Devil Mandolin. I almost threw theirs away as well. My stomach cringes just thinking about it. Eeek.
Pictures from Houston
Last weekend we were in Houston for Steph's baby shower, Christina and George's wedding, and some great time at my parent's house, where we swam, played with the nephews, hung out with the fam, and watched some serious driveway power washing. Below are the only pictures I took. Ok, you caught me, these pictures were actually taken when we arrived home on Sunday.
Above is the giantest (yes, i know that's not a word) energy drink I have ever seen. I took it next to a normal-sized cantaloupe. Even so, it's difficult to grasp its enormity. And yes, KP drank all but a couple of sips, and then took a nap.
Above is our bounty of vegetables from both of our parents' gardens. My Mom has green beans, cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes, corn, and peppers growing. KP's parents have bushes and bushes of tomatoes. Who needs to chase squirrels and birds away for months when you can just get your parents to do it for you?
Above is the giantest (yes, i know that's not a word) energy drink I have ever seen. I took it next to a normal-sized cantaloupe. Even so, it's difficult to grasp its enormity. And yes, KP drank all but a couple of sips, and then took a nap.
Above is our bounty of vegetables from both of our parents' gardens. My Mom has green beans, cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes, corn, and peppers growing. KP's parents have bushes and bushes of tomatoes. Who needs to chase squirrels and birds away for months when you can just get your parents to do it for you? We're having the green beans and a cucumber and tomato salad as part of KP's birthday dinner tonight. Maybe I will be a good little photographer/blogger and take pictures. Maybe.
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