Thursday, February 24, 2011

A Boy and His Dog

Turned around from ironing yesterday to find Henry laying with his paw possessively on the baby, who was pulling the dog's face fur.

They love each other.

When I say I was ironing, I don't mean that I was ironing my husband's shirts like a good wife, I mean I was ironing fabric to sew with. Don't go thinking I've become all domesticated and organized.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I know I have more pet peeves than the average person

"If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me."
Alice Roosevelt Longworth

I hate it when people emphasize non-emphasizable vowels in writing. If I'm excited, I type, "Hooray". If I'm really excited, I type, "Hooraaaaaay", because that's how you speak it - prolonging the last "a". When I come across something like, "Adorableeeee" (via facebook stalking this morning), I cringe. Because you don't pronounce the "e" at the end, so you can't prolong it's pronunciation. It doesn't make sense.

I had more written, but I erased them, because it makes me sound terribly cranky. Come to think of it, I haven't had breakfast yet.


Saturday, February 19, 2011

For the Deployed

Really it's just a work-up, but he requested pictures of his son.

Would it shock you if I told you that I was singing Bon Jovi to him in this one to make him smile?

I think this picture makes him look just like Jon did when he was little.

There has been much sewing in the house since my mom came into town. A little boy quilt was finished in case my niecew turns out to be male. A little girl coat is halfway done and I almost love it too much to give away. A dress for yours truly has been cut out and will soon be begun and I have fabrics for a girl quilt (in case said niecew turns out to be female) and fabrics for another boy quilt that forced me to purchase them while shopping for girl fabrics. I am merely a victim and am to be pitied, not blamed. Girl Scout cookies may help.

All that to say, my house is a little messy. Why I can't do everything and be the best at everything is beyond me. If only I had someone to blame other than myself. Again... I can't take the blame, because I'm the victim.

Girl Scout Cookies.

Thin Mints.

I love you, Husband. Come home soon.

(I'll be the fat one with a messy house and Thin Mint crumbs on her shirt).

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


I was reading through some old entries in my journal (it says something about how dedicated I am to journaling that I've had the same journal for four and a half years) and I found one from a month after Jon and I got married. I wrote a prayer in it, which struck me and I think I could pray this every day for the rest of my life:

"Make us holier because of each other, but let us LOVE each other beautifully and stubbornly and righteously... Be our everything. Give us wisdom and perseverance and strength to live out that wisdom... Let your love be in us and let that love mark us and change us."

As I re-prayed the above today, I've seen God work these things in our marriage, but I have a deeper realization of our need for Him to keep doing so.

With Valentine's Day coming up, I am truly grateful for my best friend and humbled that God gave him to me.

"Oh God who hast consecrated the state of matrimony to such an excellent mystery... look mercifully on these thy servants." From The Book of Common Prayer