Oh, how poorly I am doing at this NaBloPoMo thing.
I have a good excuse for tonight's lame blog post: I'm tired, but my husband is feeling amorous.
Sex or blog...what would you do?
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
great weekend
This weekend was great.
However...
I am a spoiled brat who doesn't appreciate my very thoughtful husband.
Our tradition, ever since our first wedding anniversary, is to go to a secluded cabin that is private, gorgeous and just a great place. Close by, so it doesn't take hours and hours to get to, and we're just lazy all weekend long. It's great.
This year we were too broke for that cabin, and I was cool with that. I knew Wayne was planning something, and he is a stellar planner. I had no fear that this would be a great weekend.
When he pulled off the freeway into Seattle, I became a little concerned. I am not a hang-out-in-the-city kind of person; my initial thought was, maybe we're taking a ferry somewhere?
He parks us in a garage and tells me to grab my backpack because we walk from there. Huh?
Have you ever had that moment where you just get instantly bitchy? It happened to me right about then in the garage.
We walked to a building on 1st Ave, where Wayne punched in a code to enter the building.
We entered, and it was a lovely old place. We walked up a couple flights of stairs, checked in and we were shown to our room.
This is when things (I) got really ugly. At the time, I thought he deserved my, um, honesty because he fucked up. He didn't choose the weekend that I would have liked for him to choose. I did not hold back. It was pretty bad.
We went on to have an anniversary weekend unlike any we've ever had before, but it was a great weekend.
I don't know why I was so damn mad about his plans for our weekend. The place we stayed was nice, and we had fun in Seattle.
The best conclusion I can come to is that I am a brat. I feel like shit for how I behaved; if he had reacted the way I reacted, if this was a weekend I had planned for us, I would have been hurt, livid and probably pretty devastated.
I finally got over my pissiness around lunchtime Saturday, and I think we were finally able to begin to enjoy our time together then. We saw the Picasso exhibit at SAM, had lunch there as well, chocolates at Frans, walked around the Market, ate at some great restaurants, enjoyed the sunshine, walked around the city... we did enough walking that my calf muscles are sore today!
I wish I could go back to Friday night and just embrace that the weekend wasn't going to be what I envisioned, but that I would accept it and just have fun.
However...
I am a spoiled brat who doesn't appreciate my very thoughtful husband.
Our tradition, ever since our first wedding anniversary, is to go to a secluded cabin that is private, gorgeous and just a great place. Close by, so it doesn't take hours and hours to get to, and we're just lazy all weekend long. It's great.
This year we were too broke for that cabin, and I was cool with that. I knew Wayne was planning something, and he is a stellar planner. I had no fear that this would be a great weekend.
When he pulled off the freeway into Seattle, I became a little concerned. I am not a hang-out-in-the-city kind of person; my initial thought was, maybe we're taking a ferry somewhere?
He parks us in a garage and tells me to grab my backpack because we walk from there. Huh?
Have you ever had that moment where you just get instantly bitchy? It happened to me right about then in the garage.
We walked to a building on 1st Ave, where Wayne punched in a code to enter the building.
We entered, and it was a lovely old place. We walked up a couple flights of stairs, checked in and we were shown to our room.
This is when things (I) got really ugly. At the time, I thought he deserved my, um, honesty because he fucked up. He didn't choose the weekend that I would have liked for him to choose. I did not hold back. It was pretty bad.
We went on to have an anniversary weekend unlike any we've ever had before, but it was a great weekend.
I don't know why I was so damn mad about his plans for our weekend. The place we stayed was nice, and we had fun in Seattle.
The best conclusion I can come to is that I am a brat. I feel like shit for how I behaved; if he had reacted the way I reacted, if this was a weekend I had planned for us, I would have been hurt, livid and probably pretty devastated.
I finally got over my pissiness around lunchtime Saturday, and I think we were finally able to begin to enjoy our time together then. We saw the Picasso exhibit at SAM, had lunch there as well, chocolates at Frans, walked around the Market, ate at some great restaurants, enjoyed the sunshine, walked around the city... we did enough walking that my calf muscles are sore today!
I wish I could go back to Friday night and just embrace that the weekend wasn't going to be what I envisioned, but that I would accept it and just have fun.
6 days in...
before I blew the daily blog thing.
Yeah, I suck.
That will be my one blip, I hope.
Hey, Maybe I can back date?
Jeez. Seriously? I could have *scheduled* a blog post? Ugh. That would have been convenient.
Yeah, I suck.
That will be my one blip, I hope.
Hey, Maybe I can back date?
Jeez. Seriously? I could have *scheduled* a blog post? Ugh. That would have been convenient.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Turistas
We are in Seattle for our anniversary weekend. We had a great dinner last night at 94 Stewart.
Today we'll probably check out the Picasso exhibit at The Seattle Art Museum, go around The Market and do the Seattle thing.
The weather seems to be holding, so far, and as long as the rain is at bay, I'll be happy :-)
Today we'll probably check out the Picasso exhibit at The Seattle Art Museum, go around The Market and do the Seattle thing.
The weather seems to be holding, so far, and as long as the rain is at bay, I'll be happy :-)
Friday, November 5, 2010
weekend
NaBloPoMo is very inconvenient for me, as this is the month of my anniversary, and we usually try to go away for the weekend. Our favorite place to go is a cabin outside the entrance to Mount Rainier, which has no cell service or internet. It's location makes for a great weekend of bonding, but it don't do crap for posting in a month-long daily blogging project.
Check out my past posts here and here.
Away we go, again, but I have no idea where we're off to this time.
Crossing my fingers that I will be able to post tomorrow...
Check out my past posts here and here.
Away we go, again, but I have no idea where we're off to this time.
Crossing my fingers that I will be able to post tomorrow...
Thursday, November 4, 2010
14/6
We do our nightly routine:
Cozy in our comfy bed, turn on the tv (Oprah would be so disappointed), snuggle up and catch-up on Survivor, or The Amazing Race...maybe some Good Guys or How I Met Your Mother. The dvr is always full of shows we don't have time to watch.
He rubs my leg, or maybe my back. I lay my head on his bare chest, which is his cue to start playing with my hair.
Soon I drift off to sleep, and he finishes the show we started to watch together; he can't delete it off the dvr, though, since I didn't finish the episode.
Lights out; tv off.
See you in the morning.
Same routine for over 14 years.
Happy Anniversary.
Cozy in our comfy bed, turn on the tv (Oprah would be so disappointed), snuggle up and catch-up on Survivor, or The Amazing Race...maybe some Good Guys or How I Met Your Mother. The dvr is always full of shows we don't have time to watch.
He rubs my leg, or maybe my back. I lay my head on his bare chest, which is his cue to start playing with my hair.
Soon I drift off to sleep, and he finishes the show we started to watch together; he can't delete it off the dvr, though, since I didn't finish the episode.
Lights out; tv off.
See you in the morning.
Same routine for over 14 years.
Happy Anniversary.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Curses!
When a new neighbor moves in across the street from you, how would you greet them? How would you welcome them to the neighborhood--the place where you have lived for 7+ years and have no intention of leaving for another 8 years?
Bake cookies and bring them over, still warm from the oven?
Create a "Welcome Wagon" basket with goodies and resources for the area?
Catch them up on all the great neighborhood gossip (while putting nothing but a positive spin on yourself and your family, of course)?
How about this idea:
While the new neighbors are trying to move furniture into their new home, have your daughter's boyfriend back daughter's Jeep into the new neighbor's Honda Civic parked on the street?
Swell.
Welcome to Hillsboro!
Well, when this happened to us (Paige) last night, the neighbor lady apparently started yelling, "Call the fucking police!!!" to her husband (?) and mom/mil (?). Oh great.
We're so not getting a Christmas card from our new neighbors this year.
Sigh.
Well, they did move into the cursed house in the 'hood.
Bake cookies and bring them over, still warm from the oven?
Create a "Welcome Wagon" basket with goodies and resources for the area?
Catch them up on all the great neighborhood gossip (while putting nothing but a positive spin on yourself and your family, of course)?
How about this idea:
While the new neighbors are trying to move furniture into their new home, have your daughter's boyfriend back daughter's Jeep into the new neighbor's Honda Civic parked on the street?
Swell.
Welcome to Hillsboro!
Well, when this happened to us (Paige) last night, the neighbor lady apparently started yelling, "Call the fucking police!!!" to her husband (?) and mom/mil (?). Oh great.
We're so not getting a Christmas card from our new neighbors this year.
Sigh.
Well, they did move into the cursed house in the 'hood.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Look at this:
American Academy of Husband-Coached Childbirth
And then look at this:
Potential New Certifying Body
I am about to take a huge plunge into the unknown, and it makes me nervous, excited and hopeful.
Since my grandma died, school started, the older girls are both gone, and Maya is so much more independent, I have been kicking around the idea of changing my teaching affiliation, and now this new group has come along. I am impressed by them at every turn. I'd like to amp up my birthwork business: teaching more classes, more students and doing more doula work (birth and postpartum). I have the time and the energy, and my family doesn't need me home as much.
I've secured a domain name. but I need to think of a business name. Ideas (from any of my millions of readers...hahaha)?
American Academy of Husband-Coached Childbirth
And then look at this:
Potential New Certifying Body
I am about to take a huge plunge into the unknown, and it makes me nervous, excited and hopeful.
Since my grandma died, school started, the older girls are both gone, and Maya is so much more independent, I have been kicking around the idea of changing my teaching affiliation, and now this new group has come along. I am impressed by them at every turn. I'd like to amp up my birthwork business: teaching more classes, more students and doing more doula work (birth and postpartum). I have the time and the energy, and my family doesn't need me home as much.
I've secured a domain name. but I need to think of a business name. Ideas (from any of my millions of readers...hahaha)?
Monday, November 1, 2010
NaBloPoMo 2010...
...And so I sit on this cold, windy, gray, wet day to begin a month of documenting my life, my thoughts and ...
well, who knows.
I'm feeling revitalized in many way in my life, and maybe this blog, too, will see a renewal in spirit. Or maybe I'm just overly optimistic. I guess that only time will tell.
One day down and only 29 days left to go.
Let's hope they aren't all as cold, windy, gray and wet as today.
well, who knows.
I'm feeling revitalized in many way in my life, and maybe this blog, too, will see a renewal in spirit. Or maybe I'm just overly optimistic. I guess that only time will tell.
One day down and only 29 days left to go.
Let's hope they aren't all as cold, windy, gray and wet as today.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
crazy town
In a few days, I will be hosting Maya's 10th birthday party at our house.
A sleepover.
With about 18 girls ages 8-11.
The night before a volleyball game and team photos.
I think I might be crazy.
We'll have them make their own pizzas, play a few Minute to Win It games, cake, ice cream, presents...at which time some kids will leave...and then?? Movies and hopefully sleep--for all of us.
Ha!
A sleepover.
With about 18 girls ages 8-11.
The night before a volleyball game and team photos.
I think I might be crazy.
We'll have them make their own pizzas, play a few Minute to Win It games, cake, ice cream, presents...at which time some kids will leave...and then?? Movies and hopefully sleep--for all of us.
Ha!
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