"Happy Ashwend's Day!!" he said when I answered the phone.
"Happy what?" I asked wondering if this was a day I should know about.
"Today is Ashwend's Day!" he repeated.
"Who is Ashwend?" I thought out loud. Maybe he is some Irish saint that everyone knows about and what an idiot I was for not knowing who Ashwend was.
"Not Ashwend's Day. It's Ash Wednesday."
Someone needs to tell that guy that the space between the words ASH and WEDNESDAY is really important!
If not, someone might end up feeling like an idiot.
Saturday, March 4, 2017
Friday, March 3, 2017
Shallow
He seemed to be the man of my dreams.
As far as my "Future Husband Must-Haves" list went, he had it all.
Sense of Humor
Handsome
Athletic
Religious
Hard working
Kind
Musical
Fun
Check. Check. Check.
He was the Ultimate Future Husband material.
And he liked ME!
I was going to school full time plus working 2 jobs and didn't have much time to date, but he made every effort to spend time with me whenever I was available. He even straight up told me he wanted to get to know me better. He would walk me to campus. He would hang out while I was studying. We would stay up late playing card games.
I liked him. A lot.
But he had this jacket....
It was a longer plum colored jacket that had an elastic gathering at the waist. Oh, and it had a hood. A really big hood.
So?
So, it bugged me to no end. I know it sounds so shallow. Who judges a book by it's cover, or in my case a man by his jacket?
Me, that's who.
Now, don't get me wrong. It didn't stop me from seeing him. It didn't stop me from being seen with him. But it was like someone scratching a blackboard with their fingernails every time I saw him in it. And you can't really consider marrying someone who wears something that causes that kind of reaction inside you.
Can you?
No, really. That's an honest question.
I don't know what it was about that jacket that bothered me. Was it the color? I mean I don't know too many guys who have a plum jacket. So maybe but I don't think so. Was it the fact that he paid for a jacket that had elastic at the waist? It is a little weird, but then again so were tight rolled jeans but we all wore them. Was it the huge hood? Could have been. To be honest, I don't know why I hated that thing, but I still remember it, 20 years later.
In the end, things didn't work out with the guy.
I would like to think it was that we just weren't compatible or that our goals just didn't align. But I am a little scared to admit that maybe the jacket played a much larger role in that relationship than it should have.
So there. I admit it. Out loud. On a public forum. To the world.
I am shallow.
As far as my "Future Husband Must-Haves" list went, he had it all.
Sense of Humor
Handsome
Athletic
Religious
Hard working
Kind
Musical
Fun
Check. Check. Check.
He was the Ultimate Future Husband material.
And he liked ME!
I was going to school full time plus working 2 jobs and didn't have much time to date, but he made every effort to spend time with me whenever I was available. He even straight up told me he wanted to get to know me better. He would walk me to campus. He would hang out while I was studying. We would stay up late playing card games.
I liked him. A lot.
But he had this jacket....
It was a longer plum colored jacket that had an elastic gathering at the waist. Oh, and it had a hood. A really big hood.
So?
So, it bugged me to no end. I know it sounds so shallow. Who judges a book by it's cover, or in my case a man by his jacket?
Me, that's who.
Now, don't get me wrong. It didn't stop me from seeing him. It didn't stop me from being seen with him. But it was like someone scratching a blackboard with their fingernails every time I saw him in it. And you can't really consider marrying someone who wears something that causes that kind of reaction inside you.
Can you?
No, really. That's an honest question.
I don't know what it was about that jacket that bothered me. Was it the color? I mean I don't know too many guys who have a plum jacket. So maybe but I don't think so. Was it the fact that he paid for a jacket that had elastic at the waist? It is a little weird, but then again so were tight rolled jeans but we all wore them. Was it the huge hood? Could have been. To be honest, I don't know why I hated that thing, but I still remember it, 20 years later.
In the end, things didn't work out with the guy.
I would like to think it was that we just weren't compatible or that our goals just didn't align. But I am a little scared to admit that maybe the jacket played a much larger role in that relationship than it should have.
So there. I admit it. Out loud. On a public forum. To the world.
I am shallow.
Friday, February 10, 2017
Time for a swim
We decided to put a pool in our house. In the basement to be exact. In the middle of winter.
Just 'cuz.
Okay, well that's not entirely true.
You have heard the saying, "When it rains, it pours," right?
Yeah, well where I live, it's more like "When is rains, it first melts over 3 feet of snow in less than 48 hours, and then it rains more and pours all of that rain and melting snow into my basement."
What is one to do with that much water seeping up through her foundation you may ask?
We dig a hole...or two...aka, indoor swimming pool!
Let me just say...in our pool...there is no shallow end. Only deep, deep water. And no matter how much we try to make it shallow, it just keeps filling up.
Isn't that wonderful?!? A magic basement swimming pool.
Anyone up for a polar bear challenge?
Because, Baby, that water be cold!!
Just 'cuz.
Okay, well that's not entirely true.
You have heard the saying, "When it rains, it pours," right?
Yeah, well where I live, it's more like "When is rains, it first melts over 3 feet of snow in less than 48 hours, and then it rains more and pours all of that rain and melting snow into my basement."
What is one to do with that much water seeping up through her foundation you may ask?
We dig a hole...or two...aka, indoor swimming pool!
Let me just say...in our pool...there is no shallow end. Only deep, deep water. And no matter how much we try to make it shallow, it just keeps filling up.
Isn't that wonderful?!? A magic basement swimming pool.
Anyone up for a polar bear challenge?
Because, Baby, that water be cold!!
Friday, January 6, 2017
There are no secrets anymore
This last month I lost one of the best men I ever knew. My father passed away after suffering from an unexpected brain bleed. He was an amazing man and will be missed by many. Truly one of a kind!
But that's a different post, for a different day and for a totally different blog.
With his passing, I have had a lot of time to think about what happens when our loved ones pass. I don't mean what happen happens to them. I know that there is life after death and that there is also purpose, that we continue our progression in the next life.
What I mean is how much of my life will my dad be able to see? I mean, when he lived far away I could trick him into thinking I was this wonderful daughter who had a clean house, never yelled at his grandchildren, always got along with her husband and showered everyday. I'm not sure I convinced him all the time, but I tried.
But now.....
Can he look down and see my messy house? Can he hear me yelling at my children? Does he see me when I roll my eyes at my husband? Or smell me when I've skipped a shower...or two? How much...or how little...does he get to see of the real me? The raw me? The unfiltered me?
It sure makes me want to live better.
But that's a different post, for a different day and for a totally different blog.
With his passing, I have had a lot of time to think about what happens when our loved ones pass. I don't mean what happen happens to them. I know that there is life after death and that there is also purpose, that we continue our progression in the next life.
What I mean is how much of my life will my dad be able to see? I mean, when he lived far away I could trick him into thinking I was this wonderful daughter who had a clean house, never yelled at his grandchildren, always got along with her husband and showered everyday. I'm not sure I convinced him all the time, but I tried.
But now.....
Can he look down and see my messy house? Can he hear me yelling at my children? Does he see me when I roll my eyes at my husband? Or smell me when I've skipped a shower...or two? How much...or how little...does he get to see of the real me? The raw me? The unfiltered me?
It sure makes me want to live better.
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Sometimes all you can do it is laugh.
I laughed.
I mean, what else could we do?
We were spinning. On a black sheet of ice called a road. In a truck. On tires with little or no tread. Late at night. On a deserted street.
Even though we were college aged beauties, our winter driving experience combined was inadequate. We were from New Mexico. Land of Enchantment. Land of Rarely Any Snow. Land of If There Is Snow It Melts By Noon.
Beautiful place. Plenty of sun. A scarcity of black ice. Beautiful indeed.
But we were in Idaho. Land of cold wind and black ice.
Black ice isn't very nice.
It makes you do things you don't want to do. Like go into a 360 spin when all you wanted to do was go straight.
I know this because this is what happened.
My younger sister was driving...er...at least she was at the wheel at the time. Her eyes were filled with terror as she looked at me, the question "What do I do now?!?!??" screaming from them.
"Sit back and enjoy the ride, I guess."
What else could we do? Yeah, turn into the spin, but on ice I wasn't sure it would make any difference. So I looked at her....
...then I laughed.
I mean, what else could we do?
We were spinning. On a black sheet of ice called a road. In a truck. On tires with little or no tread. Late at night. On a deserted street.
Even though we were college aged beauties, our winter driving experience combined was inadequate. We were from New Mexico. Land of Enchantment. Land of Rarely Any Snow. Land of If There Is Snow It Melts By Noon.
Beautiful place. Plenty of sun. A scarcity of black ice. Beautiful indeed.
But we were in Idaho. Land of cold wind and black ice.
Black ice isn't very nice.
It makes you do things you don't want to do. Like go into a 360 spin when all you wanted to do was go straight.
I know this because this is what happened.
My younger sister was driving...er...at least she was at the wheel at the time. Her eyes were filled with terror as she looked at me, the question "What do I do now?!?!??" screaming from them.
"Sit back and enjoy the ride, I guess."
What else could we do? Yeah, turn into the spin, but on ice I wasn't sure it would make any difference. So I looked at her....
...then I laughed.
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Ahhh....the sounds of Christmas
I love Christmas movies! They make me happy. Can you name which of my favorite Christmas movies these quotes are from? Good luck!!
"What are you? Some kind of wild animal??"
"Don't ever say Hickory Honey Ham again!"
"There are two things in this life I hate: heights and jumping from them."
"I'm singing. I'm singing. I'm in a store and I'm singing."
"If you can't believe, if you can't accept anything on faith, then you're doomed for a life dominated by doubt."
"Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!"
"Keep the change, you filthy animal."
"I love being home. But I don't like being left behind. Now I am the one going ahead. I am not afraid. I can be brave like you."
"I invented chill."
"Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?"
"Put the cookie down....now!"
"The thing about trains... it doesn't matter where they're going. What matters is deciding to get on."
"What are you? Some kind of wild animal??"
"Don't ever say Hickory Honey Ham again!"
"There are two things in this life I hate: heights and jumping from them."
"I'm singing. I'm singing. I'm in a store and I'm singing."
"If you can't believe, if you can't accept anything on faith, then you're doomed for a life dominated by doubt."
"Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!"
"Keep the change, you filthy animal."
"I love being home. But I don't like being left behind. Now I am the one going ahead. I am not afraid. I can be brave like you."
"I invented chill."
"Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?"
"Put the cookie down....now!"
"The thing about trains... it doesn't matter where they're going. What matters is deciding to get on."
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Cold is cold
You know that favored Christmas song, "Baby, It's Cold Outside," right?
Well, Baby, it is cold inside.
We woke up this morning to no power. This means no lights, no clocks, no Christmas tree lights. But most worrisome, no heat.
It was cold, alright. Cold INSIDE!!
We have a gas fireplace, so we should have been fine. Well, in theory. Theory, because when we attempted to turn it on 2 weeks ago, it wouldn't light. So we took it apart, and cleaned it up. Still a no go. But this last weekend when we talked to my sister, she told us something that we should try. So we tried it. The pilot light lit...Yay!!...but when we turned on the heat, it wouldn't light the burners. Ugh!!!
Needless to say, this morning was rough.
My poor teenagers. They sleep in the basement and they were freezing. Luckily, one of them had to get up and get ready for school. The other one was sick and made her way up to my bed. I proceeded to add blankets to all the other sleeping children.
Hubs, trying to be helpful, lit every scented candle we own downstairs. Individually, they smell great and are just the right amount of aroma. But collectively, they are a little much. Okay, a lot much. Mixing Pumpkin spice, Pine Tree, Lemon...something and Apple Pie was enough to make one sick.
Cold and sick.
But not to worry. The electricity came back on 5 minutes before we had to leave.
Baby, it's just plain cold all around.
Well, Baby, it is cold inside.
We woke up this morning to no power. This means no lights, no clocks, no Christmas tree lights. But most worrisome, no heat.
It was cold, alright. Cold INSIDE!!
We have a gas fireplace, so we should have been fine. Well, in theory. Theory, because when we attempted to turn it on 2 weeks ago, it wouldn't light. So we took it apart, and cleaned it up. Still a no go. But this last weekend when we talked to my sister, she told us something that we should try. So we tried it. The pilot light lit...Yay!!...but when we turned on the heat, it wouldn't light the burners. Ugh!!!
Needless to say, this morning was rough.
My poor teenagers. They sleep in the basement and they were freezing. Luckily, one of them had to get up and get ready for school. The other one was sick and made her way up to my bed. I proceeded to add blankets to all the other sleeping children.
Hubs, trying to be helpful, lit every scented candle we own downstairs. Individually, they smell great and are just the right amount of aroma. But collectively, they are a little much. Okay, a lot much. Mixing Pumpkin spice, Pine Tree, Lemon...something and Apple Pie was enough to make one sick.
Cold and sick.
But not to worry. The electricity came back on 5 minutes before we had to leave.
Baby, it's just plain cold all around.
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