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Eetza Birthday Partaey

For about a month leading up to Abug’s birthday she begged and pleaded (okay, that’s a bit of an extreme but we are referring to a toddler here….) that she wanted cookies and a cake and cupcakes for her birthday. I promised her I would take care of her. Now, she was back and forth between cupcakes and cake, but the cookies… they were definitely a want.

She chose Princess Elena of Avalor theme for her party so the cookies were Princess Elena’s dress. I was quite pleased with how they turned out. At first, I wasn’t so sure but once they were done, I was pleased. This year I took cookies to the lake for her “lake birthday.”

A couple days before her birthday I decided on cupcakes in the shape of a Princess Elena dress to go along with the theme of the cookies. She prefers chocolate cake over vanilla although she isn’t really picky, so I went with chocolate cake into cupcakes. I made the yellow sash with a piece of ribbon. It was easier than trying to do it with icing and I was afraid a red sash wouldn’t stand out.

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Our Valentine’s Day

Here while back I started thinking about Valentine’s Day and wondering what to get hubby. When I asked him what he wanted, his response was a quart of Thank You Cherry Much Ice Cream and the ability to eat the whole thing and not feel guilty. I laughed so hard, but he was serious.

Then I got to thinking about it and decided that he needed a receiver hitch in his truck. I have one in mine, but my dad’s got stolen when his truck was in the shop getting worked on, so dad had to borrow mine. It made me realize that we needed another one at least so I decided to get him one like the picture above. This way he had 3 different sizes, versus mine 1 size. My one will haul our flat bed trailer but if it is bigger or smaller than what was on my truck (and don’t ask me what size I have) we’d have been screwed, so I decided to get him the 3.

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To keep or not to keep, that is the question

Going back to that list of blog post ideas, there was one that was, what are bad habits of yours and share why you won’t give them up. Ever.

Today I was texting a friend of mine and telling him about what’s going on in my life (I promise I’ll fill the blog in ASAP) and I told him I was kind of sad. His response was, that’s because your sentimental about things like that.

Hmmm…. I’m not sure why but that has hung with me most of the rest of the day. I know I’m sentimental but I told him in a response, that’s probably one of the bad things about me. He disagreed, but he tends to play devil’s advocate with me, a lot… Just talk politics with him… (btw, he votes like I do.)

Then I pondered on if being sentimental is a bad thing…

Recently I’ve been going through cabinets and purging things I don’t like or don’t use. Why keep them around if I don’t use them? But there are still a bunch of things I keep. Why? I had a karaffe in my arsenal of things I’ve been hanging on to. I’ve never used it. It’s really pretty, but again, I’ve never used it. So why did I keep it around? Because my Grandma S gave it to me.

My Grandma S passed away in 2007. I still miss her to this day. Even if I don’t see that karaffe, knowing it is in my kitchen made me feel closer to her. Was it hers? No. Was there anything special about it? Not really. So why did it hold that sentiment? Well, because I told her I liked it or something similar to it and so she made sure I got it.

I finally decided that I didn’t want it, but the more I think about it, I really kind of do. It’s really pretty. Decisions, decisions.

That’s just one example. So I guess in this case, it can be seen as a bad habit. Justifying keeping something that I don’t really need, but something that I still really like. I’m not sure where I’ll wind up on the to keep or not to keep, but know this… I probably won’t be giving up this “bad habit” any time soon. And once I decide, I’ll let you know. My decision should come soon!

Btw, do you want to see the karaffe? It’s really pretty!

5 Years

5 Years… Wow-what a ride it has been. We’ve seen our shares of ups, our shares of downs, our shares of bad attitudes and bad tempers and lots and lots of laughs. We’ve been through job changes, losing jobs, nights apart due to jobs, starting school, graduate school, and that’s only the beginning… remember comps are coming up!

And if that wasn’t enough, we decided to start a family, only we didn’t realize that it would go off so quickly and then the scares we had involving that all while trying to keep our heads afloat and not lose sight of the day to day tasks we had to do… ie work and school… but we got that gorgeous baby girl who calls both of us dada even though she can say, mama. That’s a real head-scratcher there.

We’ve cried, fought, screamed, laughed, prayed, and every other thing you can think when it comes to this marriage, and sometimes when we’ve almost been ready to just say screw it all together, we come through for each other and proceed forward. I guess that line for better or worse, richer or poorer holds true to our marriage and even though it is difficult sometimes, it definitely makes us stronger. (more…)

Sand the rest of the story, ha!

Yes, that wasn’t puny… although it was….

Okay so I blogged 12 days in a row and then fell off the face of blog land for 2 days. I can’t explain it other than I think school might just kick my butt this semester. Not only do I have classes but I have comps. Remember my mention about the book list…. ugh! But I’ll have you know I just finished Wurthering Heights by Emily Brontë.

Anyway I mentioned in our post coming home from Pensacola Beach that there was a story about us and sand and that I would share it at a future date. Today is the future date.

I’ve mentioned before that my husband and I went to high school together… we were just friends, never dated.

Our sophomore year of high school our band went to Disney World. One of the days that we were in Florida the band headed over to Cocoa Beach. That was only my second time ever going to the beach because hello… I live in a land locked state. (My first was to South Carolina 3 years previous to this trip.)

While at the beach I might have snagged a handful of sand. At the time I did it I didn’t realize I’d still have it almost 20 years later and that it would have some meaning. Meaning you ask? Well… my husband and I were at this beach at the same time as really good friends. And yes, I still have the sand… Sadly it almost got dumped one day just because I knocked over the ring box. Yes, you’d think I’d put it in a better box, but for now, that’s what it’s in and has been for years.

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Our Story Part 31 {new}

Back in 2010 just before I got married I was sitting around one day and started thinking about the journey that hubby and I had been on that lead us to getting engaged and everything that lead to that day that we said “I Do.” As I thought of the story I started writing it out. If you’re new to these parts, you’ll definitely want to get caught up on the back story and click on this link will take you to a post containing all the previous links. Then one day earlier this year I read back through those posts and started thinking again. The more that came to me, the more I wanted to get this story written out so I didn’t forget.

So here’s the next step in the story of my husband and me. This post has been sitting around for a while waiting for me to hit publish, and today marks the 6th anniversary of my husband and my first date. That seemed like the best time to hit publish.

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PC proposed to me at 10:15 that morning. He stuck around for about 20 minutes or so and then eventually went back out to his truck. Once noon rolled around I went out and met him so that we could go to lunch together. He made the comment that he had contacted my boss to plan this whole event out so that I wouldn’t get in trouble. He also said he wished he’d have thought to ask for me to have the rest of the day off. He also thought it would have been nice if my boss would have just told me to take the rest of the day off, but he didn’t so we just went to lunch.

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Our First Night Apart

This blog is for a lot of things and one thing is to document our life together. My husband and I have experienced a lot of things together and it is so much fun to sit down and take a gander back. Now obviously not everything is on here because with every blog, there is a certain part of your life you don’t share… But here’s a sharing moment.

Monday night was hubby and my first night away from Baby Squirrel (or baby girl, whichever). Here’s how it started:

A week ago Tuesday I turned in a rough draft on one of my papers for Research Methods. It’s about The Rape of the Lock, a poem by Alexander Pope, but that’s beside the point (one last point… I’m not crazy about that poem.. okay done now). I had to go into the school early on Tuesday, earlier than normal for a conference on my paper so I made arrangements for my mom to take baby girl a bit earlier so that I could make it to the school on time.

So Monday when I picked baby girl up from my grandma (her great grandma) hubby and I had plans to meet up at my parents when he got off work. We had discussed it the night before about seeing if mom and dad wanted a sleep over with baby girl, so that I could have Tuesday to work on some homework. He didn’t think I could do it…

So I walked into my parent’s house on Monday and asked my mom to tell me if she didn’t want to, but would she be able to have a sleep over with baby girl and hubby would pick her up on Tuesday night like normal.

You’d have thought I gave my mom a million dollars. She told me she thought wouldn’t get the option until baby girl was in high school and could make her own decisions.

Before hubby and I left my parents house I hugged and kissed and hugged and kissed baby girl. Mom said she felt like she was prying baby girl away from me. Then I handed her to my mom, one last kiss and left for the evening. Told my parents if they needed anything to holler, I’d be over in a heart beat and I don’t speed. lol. Then I left.

Don’t worry, I cried pretty much all the way home and even once I got home.

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The Woman of His Dreams

~How would you describe the woman of your dreams?
She is a loving wife, a Great mother, and her name is Nicole W

~What do you wish your wife understood about you and your longings?
I wish my wife knew how much I love her. I wish she understood how much she means to me.

~What does your wife do well that other women could learn from?
She loves me as no other could. She documents our lives through her blog and through photography. (more…)

I LOVE This Man

Oh goodness, have you ever been pregnant before? Pregnancy brain is a real thing but those hormones. I can be a nice loving sweet person one minute and I swear the demon in me comes out the next. Please oh please tell me I’m not the only one!!!

So these last couple weeks have been extremely stressful. I hurt in places I didn’t know you could hurt. I’m sick of the phrase, “I don’t feel good.” In fact I’ve had to start giving hubby some sort of a description on what doesn’t feel good because I swear that phrase comes out of my mouth every 2 seconds at times.

Pregnancy wasn’t made for me. Oy! But this boy, he’s been a trouper.

He puts up with me when I’m not even sure I can put up with myself. The other night for example, I pretty much went from 10pm until 2am on no sleep and then I threw a fit because I was so tired. He woke up, turned the fan on (it was hot that night), suggested I go take a quick shower, let me put my head on his chest and I slept for 3 hours straight. First time that night I made it past like 20-30 minutes of sleep.

Yes, I had to get up and go to school but he had to get up and go to work. Monday’s are my easier days so I got to take a nap. He didn’t. Then when I had issues with our home internet and my homework he suggested I go relax in the tub for a few minutes, take a nap and then try the internet again.

Last night I slept for a while and then woke up miserable again. Little girl has been camping out on my right hip to the point I don’t feel much of my leg other than extreme pain, especially in my hip and knee. I woke up a little grumbly and he rolled over told me where his chest was, I put my head on his chest and I was out again.

He has been a trouper through all of this. I couldn’t ask for a better husband. We’ve had our arguments, don’t think it’s been balloons and roses or anything but at the end of the day I wouldn’t trade him for the world. He’s there for me and has supported me through all of this! Thank you Dear God for putting this man back in my life! You knew what you were doing!

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