I hung out with our little guys while you took our girl to her like 20th birthday party in the past 3 weeks (or so it seems).
The best part of the day… meeting you and our daughter at Costco to feed our kids delicious and nutritious hot dogs for an early dinner.
It was a scattered day as seems common Sundays. Perhaps we need to simplify the day a bit and make it more of a Sabbath?
We ended with cheeseburgers and The Walking Dead, so can’t beat that, right?
…we have a couple that we loving hanging with.
Saturday night, we had your workout partner and her husband over for dinner (to enjoy the steaks with us).
It was a blast hanging with you and them. I will admit that I tend to have one or two more glasses of wine than I should, but generally speaking, we always have fun.
I also finally got the blinds up in the bathroom (yay me), although I’m guessing you’d love the tile job finished.
It’s early on a Monday morning that I’m writing this, so it’s scattered.
I had a blast on Day 41 (Saturday, 3/8/14) with you at our little impromptu dinner party. It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t made a new friend.
This weekend, we shall eat steak. And then we shall rest our heads on pillows and relax.
Looking forward to the chill time. It’s my favorite kind of time with you.
Girl Scout Cookie time has come and nearly went. You were in charge because you’re stretching yourself and doing the type of stuff, frankly, that you didn’t experience much as a little girl.
I love it. You called earlier today to tell me your head was spinning from cookie math. And I can imagine. My goodness. It’s crazy madness!
That said, what I wouldn’t give for a Samoa right now… or a Tagalong… or a Thin Mint…. and a glass of milk.
You are a wonderful mom to our little girl. I love how you get involved in her activities and how you seek out ways to get our boys involved in things. They are a tad more reluctant, but whether you do it consciously or not, you are always looking to help them stretch and grow. It’s awesome.
What does this topic have to do with my Falling in Love Project?
First, you and I would probably laugh during a discussion of bellybuttons and lint.
Second, Lent is something you and I have been doing for a few years now. This year, I’m focusing on making wise food and time choices. This will include no liquor and beer, although I might imbibe in a spot of wine here and there.
It will also include avoiding sweets except for our daughter’s birthday on 3/28. Cake will be eaten on that day.d
I will also be putting on hold my Netflix addictions to get some actual work done at night because, well, I’m taking on some outside consulting gigs and those happen much more efficiently when I’m not glued to Psych or Covert Affairs or some other nonsense.
Finally, given the things I’ve listed, maybe it’s a surprise that I am trying to be a man who leads the family spiritually. What choices can I make that will help me do that best in a way that honors God, you, our children, and others?
That’s my hope for Lent (or those are my hopes). It’s about clearing clutter and diving in.
It’s a spiritual act, but I know it helps in all areas.
We had soup for dinner solely to save room for…
chocolate chip cookies and Moose Tracks ice cream.
We ended Mardi Gras well.
We caught up on The Walking Dead tonight.
It was the Daryl Dixon back story episode, complete with throwing darts at the pictures of the cronies at the country club and burning down a house that reminded him of his childhood home (using moonshine and a flaming stack of $20s to set the blaze).
I bring this up only because Dixon is one of the loves of your life…
Here’s the other (besides me of course, not because I’m better looking or more talented than these guys. It’s more about my winning personality)…
I’m by no means intimidated by the rugged Norman Reedus or the funny and musical Timberlake.
I just consider that you have good taste; consequently, you picked my sorry butt.
I love you…
By the way… if you had to choose one of these dudes, who would win?
You are a woman of steel. Even Dilaudid didn’t really help you all that much with your pain. I can’t believe melatonin knocks you out like it does when you seem to be impervious to pain medications.
We finally, Sunday night, had fajita night. The potentially tough fajita steak wasn’t so bad, so you didn’t have to wrench your neck out of whack in order to tear the meat apart.
By the end of the day, you were able to move a little bit, which was nice for you and the rest of us. And you were able to laugh at Ellen (who was hosting the Oscars) while eating fajita and then ice cream on a brownie.
We pretty much punted Weight Watchers over the weekend. It’s amazing how a pinched nerve seems to be a valid reason to eat like animals. Oh well. We’re starting up again on Monday!
I love you sweetie, and know that you’ll get on through this neck thing and we’ll all be back to normal. I know it’s miserable, but we both know that if it’s the most difficult thing we have to deal with this year, we’ll have a wonderful year!
First of all, he only costs $20.
Second of all, he helped you with the pinched nerve in your neck.
Third, he only costs $20.
Fourth, he was willing to see you twice on your first day ($20 total, not $40) and got you on a small road back to not being completely miserable.
Fifth, I got to hang in the car with the children while we waited.
Sixth, we got to go eat fast food for lunch because it just seemed like the right thing to do.
Are we getting older? You were just rinsing your hair out in the shower and all the sudden the trajectory of the weekend shifted from a pleasant fajita night to grill cheese night and sleeplessness.
I know it’s no fun, but at least you found a chiropractor that you like. Did I mention he only costs $20?
I can’t wait to get home. You just called crying due to some weird pull/strain in your neck.
I know… I should be getting in my car and not writing this post, but you won’t remember the neck situation. My loving blog gift to you, that’s another story.
Anyway, I’m on my way for fajita night and a movie and, due to your pain, an evening where I power watch some Netflix show you’re not into as you drift off to sleep on muscle relaxes/pain meds. No margarita for you, young lady.