Tuesday, October 6, 2009
What a delight! Husband used his insomnia to give me a wonderful treat. It was so nice to enjoy a hot cinnamon roll with my usual coffee; but it was an even better treat to feel like such a special girl!
In other news: Major congratulations to one of my most loyal readers on welcoming a new baby boy into her family!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
You see I'm not great with money. I find that I'm either struggling with money, or I don't think I'm struggling and later I find out that I actually was struggling, but I didn't find out until it's too late. At that point, my frustrated Husband has to bail me out. This has happened more often than I'd like to admit. And I'm not so foolish as to think that that doesn't put a strain on our relationship.
So, Husband and I had a little discussion about how I can better manage my money, and he'll help me out a little bit. What we'll do is a little financial housekeeping that we should have done a long time ago. We'll combine our car insurance into one policy so that it will cost us less and will get paid for out of our joint funds, rather than each of us paying our own. We'll also use joint funds to pay for our cell phones.
Here's the hard part: Husband wants me to build a safety buffer in my personal account like he has in his. This has been a goal of mine forever, but I've never been able to manage it. And I know he'll be hounding me about it.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Somebody, hold me too close, (Sometimes, he likes to
get in my space and smother me just to laugh at my claustrophobic
Somebody, hurt me too deep, (he does it too often
to count, I probably do it to him too.)
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep (Have I mentioned our disparate
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Somebody, need me too much, (The man is helpless, I
tell you, HELPLESS.)
Somebody, know me too well, (we have a super hard
time keeping secrets from each-other.)
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused, (So often, I ask myself why I
love this guy so much, and I just don't have the answer. I'm not even sure
I need the answer anymore.)
Mock me with praise, (Oh the sarcasm.)
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care, (He and I just don't
have the same interests, so this is an ongoing thing for both of us.
"Honey, it's not just any opera, it's TRAVIATA!")
Somebody, make me
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
This has been your daily mushiness. You can thank me later.
photo by Sandy Underwood: Raul Esparza in Company
Sunday, July 5, 2009
I'm also happy that with his new schedule I'll be seeing more of him. Although, I also fear that it will be a mixed blessing. You see, I've gotten used to being on my own most evenings and on weekends. I'm able to do my own thing; eat whatever I want for dinner, stay after work for drinks with my friends, et cetera. Now, I find myself thinking about cooking dinner, and not knowing what to fix since Husband is such a picky eater.
Another challenge is finding something for Husband to wear. In his previous job he wore a uniform, so it was pretty mindless. Now we're faced with finding something conservative and professional. We decided on his best charcoal and pinstripe suit with a white shirt. He pulled out the only two white shirts he owns and he was swimming in both of them. After a quick trip to the menswear store, we got two new white shirts and two ties.
I'm looking forward to seeing him off tomorrow morning, and hearing all about his first day tomorrow night.