Love Letters

Recently I read an article in magazine regarding love letters and I decided to issue a challenge to my husband...

we were both at work and I sent him a simple text that read, "Write me a love letter."  His response, "A love letter?"  "yes, a love letter."  There, I put it out there.  I didn't know if he would take my challenge or not.

  You see, we are not one of those couples that are really into PDA.  We tell our kids how much we love them all time, but we just do not tell each other.  That being said, we definitely know that we love each other and I guess it is assumed. 

I issued my challenge in the morning during work, we had lunch together and you can not know how excited I was when in the afternoon he sent back a text, "Check your Gmail."  I am pretty sure that the other lady in the office  (Kim) was wondering why I was grinning from ear to ear while reading a message on my phone.  It said exactly everything that a love letter should say.  It was just what I needed to read that day.  I would share it in this blog, but I'm pretty sure my husband would kill me if I did. 

He asked me if I was going to frame it and I offered to immortalize it in my blog.  He said, "Frame it, not me!"

So while all this mushy stuff is being put out there, maybe it is a good time to write someone a little note or text if you are into modern romance(no sexting please) and let them know how much they mean to you.

Kick the Bucket

Have you noticed how popular "bucket lists" or "things to do before I die lists" have become?  There is even a show about it on MTV.  I think everybody has one, I know I do.  I haven't taken the time to write mine down and I think it is because that makes it permanent and almost like a contract.   I know I add stuff to mine all the time, but I don't know that I mark things off my mental list very often.  Maybe I am afraid of failure, my list would become a big novel of things I haven't done. 

Some things on my list is to ride in a hot air balloon(I am really afraid of heights by the way),  parachute jump (this would only work if I am attached to someone and they threw us both out of the plane) and another one is to travel to lots of places.  One thing I did accomplish on my list this year was to write a blog--one thing down a million more to go!  What are some things on your list? 

 Let's all work on accomplishing something on our list.

Guns, Money & Eyeballs

Guns, Money and Eyeballs...no I am not watching "The Sopranos" and no I do not have mob connections.  I am talking about the arsenal I have in my washing machine.   

When ever I do Hayden's laundry, I am always sure I will find something interesting.  What a blessing!  I am in no hurry to move into the next phase of pocket stuff in the wash because the stuff I find now means he still likes juice pouches, transformer underwear (don't tell him I told you) and hot wheels.  It means he still has that little, sweet voice that hasn't changed yet.  That little voice that yells, "Have a super duper day mom, I love you!" as he is walking out the door to go to school.

Now I admit it was not pleasant finding the remnants of a mini chocolate candy bar all over my whites(pig wrestling comes to mind), but those sweet words that I hear every morning are enough to forgive and forget.

  Even though he told me tonight that my singing in the kitchen was disturbing his meal. (Everybody is critic these days)   

                     

 

How Dare She!

How dare she!  There was a life lesson to be learned there!  How dare she solve her own problems. 

 As most of you know from my last blog Miss P and her spankies had a little run in with Pauly Walnuts.  She got in the car super excited from Cheer Practice because she won the spirit award for the day--"Mom guess what, I won the spirit award and I didn't even have to use spirit fingers!"  "Also, I got a new pair of bloomers!"  I was shocked, "Where did you get those, do we owe money...I already got you 2 pair!"  She was shocked.  Of course I had not told her I got her any to teach her that life lesson.  

She is only 10 after all and I am sure I've got quite a few life lessons to teach her still, like take care of your things and put them up where your dog can't chew heart shaped holes in them.  I guess I will let her solve this one for herself, Pauly is continually making his rounds so I am sure this will be an issue again in the future.  So as she starts her 5th grade year she is starting to pick out her own clothes and style more, she is trying to occasionally see if we notice she has lip gloss on and she is solving her own bloomer problem.  I guess this is the beginning of her growing into her own person--not that she hasn't always had her own opinion, believe me.

P.S.  Peyton thinks the above picture is really embarrassing because she is holding all those spankies.

Jack Russell Terrorist

I woke up Saturday to carnage.  As most of you know I live with a Jack Russell Terrorist named Pauly Walnuts.  (He is also known as Paul Wal because after a visit with the vet he lost the 2nd part of his name)  Pauly is known for getting into places and things and demolishing important stuff.  When he was a puppy, we came home from church to a living room that looked as if it had been covered in snow.  He had shredded an entire box of Kleenex. After Peyton got her very expensive orthopedic tennis shoes with special prescription inserts just for her feet, Pauly took it upon himself to take the inserts out and chew them and the shoes in the night while we were all asleep.  He is like a billy goat, he can climb high and eat anything.  He enjoys toys, stuffed animals eyes, electronics.....everything.  I once found him on the kitchen cabinet eating a quiche my friend Kim made.  (Side note:  Kim both I and Pauly enjoyed the quiche very much and would love to have another.)

Pauly has a way of admitting his guilt before you ever find his handy work.  He falls on the floor, belly up in front of you as if to say, "I've been a bad, bad dog."  So, I knew coming down the hall I was about to find something because he fell in front of me in his classic "I'm sorry" pose.  Something else you should know about Pauly, he loves bottled water.  I guess you could say he is a bit of a fancy dog with his selective taste for bottled water and quiche.  I turn the corner and I see water bottles strewn about the living room with lids chewed into little wads.  Apparently, in his bottled water euphoria, he decided to go for the gold on this Saturday because as I got closer to the couch I found Peyton's brand new spankies (that's bloomers for you old schoolers) for her Cheer Squad uniform laying in the floor with a giant whole in them.  WHAT....We haven't even had our first game yet, not even our first pep rally!  How did he get these out of her room and how does he always get the really important stuff?

                              Now I was really impressed that he ate a hole in her bottom in the shape of a heart(look at the photo sideways), but here is the kicker, both of my kids are setting and playing in the floor among the carnage and did not do a thing to stop him or even clean up after him!  This got my blood pressure boiling and I probably could have not given Kevin the wake up call he got with all my yelling.  Later in the day I realized that we can fix this, surely she won't be feeling the breeze with her new built in air conditioning at her first game.  Luckily I got on the computer and found a bloomer website for these things and ordered two pair.  (Yeah, we have a back up now and thank God for the Internet)  

So in the end it all worked out...just one more thing....I haven't told Peyton that I was able to order anymore, I am kind of letting her sweat it out until her first game.  SSSSHHHH! Don't tell her.