Heart my Husband!

We laugh.  A lot.  Together.  He's funny.  He's caring.  He's a fantastic father.  What's not to love?  

A Friend of ours is dating a widow who is in her early 30's.  (He's in his late 20's, never married, always dated the STUPID, not dumb, blonde-type.)  It was kind of weird to hear about.  Someone leans over to whisper to you that this woman at the table is his new chick.  (Duh, like I hadn't figured that out!) Then the very next thing you hear is, "She's a widow."  

My response:  Oh.  

What the heck else was I supposed to say?  I'm not really sure what the implications of this label are... or for that matter, why it's even relevant to the situation at hand.  Well, no, I do realize that as friends we're all wanting to make sure other Friend is happy, so the concern was the "is she ready to date" issue.  Which in reality is not for us to judge anyway.  

So that whole interchange got me thinking... if anything ever happened to DH could I date again?  Could I remarry?  My first inclination is to Scarlet O'Hara the whole thought - "I'll just think about that tomorrow."  (Or never, God willing!) But it kept nagging at me.  

Short answer - No.  

Long Answer - What I have with my husband is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of relationship.  Nothing could ever compare.  Oddly, not even my children.  Do not get me wrong, I would walk through fire for my daughters, but I also realize that in 15 years they will move out of my house at which point it's just going to be my husband and me.  They will go on to get married and have families of their own.  Husbands I pray they are crazy about.  Also, my spouse has been my only CHOICE for love.  You know, that old adage that you can't pick your family?  Well, it's mostly right.  You're stuck with your parents from birth (sometimes you might even like them! ;-) ), you can try to shape and guide your children, but my spouse is the only love in my life that I'm not tied to by blood.  I'm related by choice.  The enormity of that decision has never been wasted on me.  I realize that everyday I am making a conscious choice to love and live with this wonderful man who routinely cracks me up.  And after all, what's life without laughter?  

We have a great time together.  Two sides of the same coin, etc, etc.  

Yeah, I heart my hubby! 

Why so rude?

At times I cannot wrap my head around the audacity of some people.  

So I've been seriously troubled by friend's recent comments (that after venting online I think I am finally calm enough to address her directly about them) and then this happens.  

On FB, flipping through some wedding pictures a high school buddy posted and noticed that she was wearing the same dress I wore in a wedding.  

My comment on the photo:  Wow, small world... I wore that same dress in a wedding last January! 

Her friend's comment:  Don't worry, I'm sure you looked much better in it! 

Why??? o why??? was that even necessary?  How is it that you can leave high school, graduate college, get married and have two children but you're never rid of the bitchy-ness?  Was this chick trying to be hurtful to me or pump up her friend's ego?  

Of course she looked better in the dress than I did! I had a one year old and a 5 month old at home and felt like a cow.  I just don't get it... what could she have possibly hoped to accomplish by that?  

Grumpy preggers

I have a friend who has more of a control issue than I do.  Seriously, she's pretty manipulative to others she considers "weak minded."  

Now she's pregnant with her second baby.  

Recently my husband and I have considered putting our kids into 2/3 mornings a week preschool.  Good for them and good for me.  (Plus we all know what happens when Mama ain't happy...)  So the other day prego had the nerve to tell me that she knew my husband and I were going to put our kids in preschool even before we knew it.  HUH?  Then she goes on to tell me her plan for finding another friend for her daughter to play with 'on a regular basis' since my kids would be institutionalized.  

Back off, lady! I have to right to do what I want for my kids.  Yes, I have entertained the idea of homeschooling both my kids, but just because I get a few hours a week to myself after 3 years of staying at home 24/7 with my almost-twins does not mean that I won't homeschool the kids later.  It just means that I won't be available a few mornings a week.  

I really want to take this as a grumpy pregnant lady comment, but even so there are some things you can't presume to understand from a third person perspective.  

Also, why make it a point to detail your master plan to find another friend who is more "like-minded" than myself WHEN I'M STANDING RIGHT THERE?!?! 

Honestly!  Who looks at a friend of two years and says, "Now that you're putting your kids in preschool, I'm going to have to find a better friend." 

I do believe there needs to be a CTJC-moment with this chick.  Preggers or not! 

January Blues

Holidays are over.  Everyone I know is darn near broke (not to mention much fatter after all the holiday indulgence).  Yep, January can make you quite blue!  

I hate "New Year's Resolutions."  I have life goals, but nothing about January 1st makes me inclined to bust-butt more than normal.  I want to lose 10+ pounds.  I've heard of this crazy new diet called the "put down the potato chips and get off the couch, fatass" system.  Sounds pretty revolutionary.  Maybe I'll give that a try.  

Sarcasm aside, I do like to utilize the cold weather to do some planning.  (Yes, I may be a 25-yr-old version of Martha Stewart!) It makes me feel good and in control to plan things out.  

I love to garden.  I have an entire greenhouse on the balcony of our apartment.  I think today instead of lamenting the frigid weather coming up this week, I'll do some garden planning.  Nothing perks up the day quite like the thought of fresh herbs and flowers coming as early as spring! 

... should never be at the mercy of those which matter the least

I still carry the worn post-it on which one of my favorite quotes was first presented to me.  Chemistry teacher in high school passed it on after he noticed I was having another tough day. (And really, what day isn't tough for an overachieving 9th grader with glasses, braces and scoliosis?) He had been carrying it around in his wallet for years.  Now I'm 25 and I still have it.  

I love the sense of order that the few words can bring to my daily worrying.  

If you've never taken the time to prioritize your life, please do.  Decide who or what is important and stick to your "mosts."