The Studliest of them all

This is for you, and all others who want to know this inigmous stud that I call my husband. He really does drive submarines. He's in the United States Navy and we are proud of that. He makes me happy and he makes me laugh. You know that "happy place" we go to imagine total peace and relaxation? He is there with me. He is confident and strong and very smart. Sometimes that gets on my nerves but mostly I love it. He is an incredible Dad. He rough houses and plays but loves to cuddle and tell his girls how beautiful they are and how much he loves them. I am not always patient with him but he is usually patient with me. I love his sense of humor and his desire to do what is right. He isn't perfect. He throws his socks into the dirty clothes bunched up and leaves his shoes all over the place but he is a good person who would jump at the chance to do something for someone else...and frequently does. I miss him every minute that he is not with us. He balances out my weaknesses and helps me to be a better person. He tries really hard to care when I talk about stupid things. He thinks that our family is the most important thing in the world just like me. We don't always see eye to eye. In fact we are very different people with more differences than similarities. It takes us more time to work through some things but it is always worth it to see something in a different light than you did before. I don't like to idealize things that aren't perfect. Some women claim to be married to prince charming who couldn't do anytning wrong. I prefer to walk down the path with someone who has room to grow, like me. We can grow together. I don't mean to say that we can grow closer together. We grow at the same time, and the result is that we do grow closer: closer to each other, closer to our children and closer to the Lord. I am grateful every day for the companionship of a man who sometimes uses my towel and then leaves it damp on my side of the bed. And he's darn cute.

A Blogging Fog...

We've all experienced the fuzzy haze that comes with the Blogging Fog...nothing to write about, no humor to exploit. Things are going quite well in our household--I have a handle on the cleaning, the kids and even a little decorating...maybe thats why I haven't had time to Blog...dangit. I want it all.
A couple of weeks ago my husband was out of town for some top secret, highly important training for work. He had to attend a Sail Instructor Training course in Charleston, South Carolina. Poor guy. He spent an entire week without the nagging of a wife, duty of the dishes, and diapers out the wazoo. AND if that weren't torture enough he had to spend all of his time out on a lake with a bunch of guys in little sailboats. (are you feeling the sarcasm?) It's OK, I lived vicariously through him. He called me every time he ate at one of our favorite Charleston restaraunts and I pretended that I was there with him--I even made him order my favorite dishes.
While he was gone my sister gave me the encouragement needed to finally make the big change. I haven't really liked the color of our downstairs since we moved in but I had learned to live with it. She motivated me (and somehow convinced my brother and his wife) to come over for an all night painting party. Surprisingly enough we saved it until the night before Lt. came home even though he had been gone for an entire week. We got started at 10:30 pm and finished at about 5:30 am. There was a little bit of pizza, some ice cream and a lot of caffine. It was really fun and tidious at the same time. We spent quality sibling time--and as you can imagine our conversation spanned farting to current events and political debates...I love long talks.


The laundry room needed some serious happifying. Now I don't mind going in there.



(In case you can't make it out, the clock says "laundry laundry laundry" all the way around...it was my own original idea and I made it myself...sometimes I can be creative, go me!)
Thank you my blogging public for coming to visit my site and giving me another chance. It shan't happen again...hopefully.