A Well-Planned Anniversary Tribute

I snagged this uber romantic meme from Dooce back in February and then filled it out 6 months in advance of my three year wedding anniversary (today) because I was worried I might be too tired / busy to come up with something clever and romantic to write being all busy with a teeny tiny newborn. But then I read over the answers a couple days ago and was like, “Holy crap some of this is out of date,” so I edited it and had to work way too hard to keep the tenses right – my appologies if I failed. Anyway, here it is, my well planned anniversary tribute to the man of my dreams…

What are your middle names?
My middle name is Marie; his is Paul

How long have you been together?
We’ve been married now three years today, together a little over four years

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
We met at work the winter vacation of 2002 / 2003 (I think) but didn’t start dating until after I graduated in 2005.

Who asked whom out?
I asked him to watch the fireworks with me and my friends in a sneaky covert operation style way of finding out if he liked me. By the end of the “date” I still didn’t know and had to call him to find out (a story I’ve told a billion times over – like here).

How old are each of you?
I’m 26, he’ll be 24 this November

Whose siblings do you see the most?
Since we moved to Wisconsin we don’t really see any of them regularly, but it used to be his as mine have always lived far away.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Isn’t it always money? I don’t even know that it’s hard on us romantically, but it probably causes us the most stress, which would make us bicker more than usual. We should totally have more of it (money).

Did you go to the same school?
Nope, we went to schools in the same area though (within a 2 hour radius).

Are you from the same home town?
I’ve moved around all my life but his hometown and the town most of my family is from (that I’d consider my hometown overall) are pretty close in distance.

Who is smarter?
I’d say he’s definitely smarter – he’s like a genius and he was smart enough to become a well paid engineer. I was smart enough to marry a well paid engineer. He’d tell you that isn’t true and that I’m just as smart as him in different ways, but I think he’s just being nice (or freakishly modest).

Who is the most sensitive?
Probably me but that’s hard to say. I get my feelings hurt more but I can also be more insensitive than him sometimes.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Probably Applebees – we went there the first night of our honeymoon and loved it and have been happy just about every time we’ve gone since.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Our move from Massachusetts to Wisconsin is the furthest for sure – 1,000 miles!

Who has the craziest exes?
Much like Dooce I think I’d win in sheer volume. He really only has one actual ex, I have more than I could count, most of them crazy. Not that his last girlfriend was a peach or even relatively sane from what I’ve heard. But I think if you added all my exes together it’d be no contest.

Who has the worst temper?
Probably me – at the very least my temper sounds worse out loud. He’s a hold it in-er. I’m a break things-er (or at least in my mind I am, I’m also a weak wimp and probably have never succeeded in actually breaking said objects).

Who does the cooking?
These days he definitely does. His cooking is getting so good that I’ve temporarily handed the reigns over to him, at least for now with the new baby.

Who is the neat-freak?
Hopefully his other wife, because I know it’s neither of us.

Who is more stubborn?
I’m not sure – probably me. Otherwise it’s our kids.

Who hogs the bed?
We both have our moments but I move in my sleep like crazy, thus causing all sorts of chaos. He pretty much just sleeps.

Who wakes up earlier?
He does, usually around 5-6 am to get ready for work (or spend an hour by himself before the cranky non-morning people get up and ask him to make them breakfast).

Where was your first date?
Fireworks with friends – aren’t you paying attention? I’m not that boring am I? Don’t answer that, moving along…

Who is more jealous?
Probably me, I am a woman.

How long did it take to get serious?
About half an hour, we’re ridiculously old souls who sucked at birth control. Seriouses you right up.

Who eats more?
That would be him – he’s like twice the size of me and  thus requires a lot more food. Plus I eat like a bird until dessert is served.

Who does the laundry?
Me – I am the one who’s home all day and laundry is one of the few chores I don’t actually mind that much.

Who’s better with the computer?
He’s an engineer, it wouldn’t speak much for him if I said me. And I don’t. It’s him.

Who drives when you are together?
He does – despite my incessant nagging and worrying and asking him to slow down and speed up and watch out, I still never want to be the one driving. I think I just like to bug him and worry about stuff. I dunno.

Anyway, happy anniversary darling – it’s been a wonderful three years of marriage and you’d better stick around for at least three more! Love you!

love thursday: new beginnings

In college I killed a cactus. I have long assumed that I am probably lacking in the green thumb department, so I was just as surprised as anyone else when I suddenly had the urge to buy a house plant recently. Initially I was going to buy one of those clever hanging plants to display on my balcony, but my husband (love him) suggested I start with a smaller (read: cheaper) plant with the mind set that it would be wiser to kill an inexpensive plant first than a larger investment plant. It made sense – I took no offense to this idea because it’s true. I love that he knows me well enough to realize that this is both an important step for me, but also one that we should step into lightly, making baby steps. A month from now I may have lost all interest in house plants…

Then again, every time I look at this little plant, which we picked up at our local farmers market for just $3, I like it more and more. I bought it with a small amount of apprehension as I know nothing about plants and didn’t know if this one was “a good one” – or how much of a commitment caring for it would be. I wasn’t even sure it was my style. But I took a chance and I have to say I’m pretty smitten with it. I check in on it a couple times a day to make sure it’s handling this heat wave okay, checking for any dead petals or leaves that could be trimmed away. It’s remarkably easy on some levels, this caring for plants thing seems to involve a bit of common sense. Go figure.

In a lot of ways plants and babies are pretty similar. They require a certain amount of love and attention (though babies admittedly require more of it) to grow, but when you do it right the results are stunning. They are ever so delicate and at the same time, tougher than they look. It’s a balancing act. The care and nurturing of them is both new and daunting but also relatively obvious once you figure it out. Keep them alive and help them to flourish. Show them love and watch them grow. Marriage is similar I suppose. It would seem that I’ve entered yet another new relationship where a certain amount of commitment is required to keep it healthy. If that commitment is genuine and well kept up with, things should go well. I can remember looking at motherhood as it approached, hesitantly wondering if I was cut out for this – not having the slightest idea how to care for something so small. Looking at marriage was similar – would I be any good at this being a wife thing? I hope that my houseplant fares as well as my marriage and son have.

I’ve had a lot of new beginnings in the past few years. Several times now I have made commitments to new people, places and things – new ways of living. It’s been impossible at each point to know for certain that things will work out for the best, but that leap of faith has been rewarded each time. Look how far we’ve come. Wonderful husband, darling son, exciting new chapters in our lives together unfolding as we’ve left the comforts of our upbringings and branched out to this new home, this new place, this new life. Soon we’ll stretch ourselves further and become a family of four. There are apprehensions and fears, of course, but if history has shown anything, I’m thinking it will go well.

I cannot wait to meet the newest member of our family. I cannot wait to witness my heart filling to the brim again – to see her face and know my daughter, to learn the art of parenting a second time as I figure out this whole “mother of two” thing. And I wonder, after this, when I have conquered marriage, motherhood, moving, the mothering of two and the caring of my little flower – what new beginning will we reach for next? What will be the next chapter in our lives that will test us in ways we can’t yet imagine?

Imagine Your Perfect Date Night

Date Night

Date Night by mommablogsalot featuring Crocs shoes

With the whole lack of family nearby and the time suck that is life, I don’t anticipate any date nights in the near future but when I was perusing the net this morning, an article at workitmom.com caught me eye – the cute little dresses in Susan’s post reminded me of my long lost love, Polyvore, and had me thinking, “If money and actual closet were no object, what would I wear on a date with the hubby – and where would we go?

I know the shorts up there are not maternity shorts but I liked the style and in my mind, I can wear them anyway. I just recently started wearing shorts around the house and I’ve been loving it – I can’t wait to buy a pair after the baby is born, in whatever my new post-pregnancy size is. Maybe a pair like these? I also love these red crocs – I know crocs in the past have been considered clunky and not terribly fashionable, but I really think they have come into their stylish own and I love my pairs in black and blue, easy to dress up or down and very comfortable of course. I think red is the perfect color for a date night, but in moderation, so the rest of the outfit I kept black and white with two punches of color. So chic.

We typically do some variation of dinner and a movie and honestly, I love it. Dinner without a child – seeing a great movie together – it’s the perfect combination which is why it’s become so clichéd I’m guessing. Whatev. I’d love to take Dan somewhere to get some good sushi – it’s something he loves but doesn’t eat very often. Hopefully they have something else that isn’t sushi, too, though, because I personally don’t care for it. Chinese food, in general though, I’m always a fan of. After dinner we’d probably go see a movie – something light hearted and maybe a little romantic or an action movie with just enough thrill to have me clinging to his arm at the “intense” parts. He’ll like that. After the movie, I’d want to go for a stroll down one of the many lakeside beaches in the area – preferably one we haven’t been to yet. A cool summer night breeze, the smell of sand and water, perfection. Before heading home for the night, we’d stop at a coffee shop and maybe split a dessert and talk late into the evening…

Your turn. What would your ideal date night entail? What would you wear, where would you go? Feel free to “plan” something more extravagent – especially if you already regularly do the date night thing – you lucky duck you! So spill – and then make sure you share your ideas with me in the comments section!

Small Talk Six: Things He Deserves

Today’s topic is “6 things you think the father of your children deserve to have.” You can answer this with a list of 6 words, 6 phrases, 6 sentences, 6 paragraphs, 6 photos, 6 videos, etc . . .

Here are my six . . .

  1. Unconditional love and respect from his family – more importantly, the knowledge that he does have those things and knows that they are going not going anywhere.
  2. Time for hobbies and friendship – chances to unwind away from the family and be his own person, separate from work and home life.
  3. Chances to unwind with the family – time for day trips, vacations and down time at home with me and the kid(s).
  4. A new laptop – he’s been using my old one since his broke and I know he’d love a newer, faster machine. I’d also love for him to have his own desktop at home, as I know he loathes having to sit down and use my Mac.
  5. Financial security – the ability to buy what he needs and the few things he wants without worrying about how we’ll make it through whatever the next big leaping bound is.
  6. All the hugs, kisses and “I love yous” he can stand – and then some!

Want to join in?  Go here to learn how and  to view the weekly list Small Talk Six topics for 2009.

love thursday: mementos, memories and marriage

the “love mug” – a favorite memento from my wedding: August 5, 2006

The centerpieces at our wedding were one of many examples of slightly non-traditional but totally us things from our wedding. We filled each mug with a bag of chocolate cake in a mug dry ingredients, a bookmark with the details of our wedding and a quote from Corinthians 1:13, and a small red (fake) rose. We wanted to combine some of our favorite things as a couple into a memorable keepsake: things like coffee, books and baking. I think most of our friends and family liked the idea but we got some strange looks and still get teased about it. Whatever, I still love the idea just like I still love him – our relationship leading up to our marriage was equally non-traditional and also made us prone to funny looks and teasing – but I still love it and him. We just work.

You can spend a lot of time trying to find The One. You may date guys who really don’t treat you that great, waste a lot of time sitting by the phone wondering when / if they will call, continue to wonder during the course of your relationships if maybe he is the one you are destined to be with. We put up with a lot of drama, and create drama where there isn’t, all in the pursuit of love. But at the end of my search, I found that love didn’t need the drama – life has drama enough – love worth sticking around for just works, no matter how cranky you get, if you gain weight, whatever – it still works. They are the other half of you – your rock – and the two of you combined is what makes it work.

I talked about this and a few other things in a post recently, The Things I Want To Teach Her, if anyone hasn’t read it but might be interested. Good stuff. For more stories, picture and expressions of love, head over to Chookooloonks, read her post and then check out other posts in her comments section.

The Things I Want To Teach Her

Apparently I’m having a baby. I mean, I know I’m having a baby but you know sometimes it just sort of occurs to you like you maybe hadn’t really really realized it before? That comes in waves for me, this understanding that in a couple months I will be a mother of two. That I’ll be caring for an infant, recovering from a birth, and that MM will no longer be an only child. I’m still scared shitless that this is all a huge mistake – that MM won’t want to be a big brother, that I’ll be losing my first baby for this second one whom I know nothing about except that she definitely has a future has a soccer player if she’s interested.

They say a woman becomes a mother when she gets pregnant – that the maternal instinct is just there. I didn’t feel that way with my first pregnancy and I largely still don’t feel that way about my second. It wasn’t until that moment, holding him for the first time, that I really got it – that I felt that love and it was real. After that it held strong and fierce, surprising me with it’s strength, as I’m sure my love for BB will be. But right now, in this moment, I am just a pregnant mother of one. So it’s weird to think about my life in the not so distant future where I will be a mother of two – I’ll have a son and a daughter.

I wonder how raising a daughter will be different than raising a son. Raising MM has felt largely natural to me – I’ve grown accustomed to his man bits and his all boy personality (though terribly sweet) and I can’t imagine anything else even though anything else is coming soon. I think about the lessons I will have to teach my little daughter as she grows up – the lessons I learned and the ones I wish I’d learned sooner. They are different from the lessons I’ll want to teach MM because, well, boys and girls are different and they have different things they each need to learn. Not like math and science and English, but life.

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Things like, “Date less. Spend more time on non-romantic endeavors. Don’t stress out so much about, “Could this guy be the one?”” Because honestly when he is the one – you know – he does treat you right, there are no games, and while it’s not simple, it’s not rocket science either. There’s no need to search under every rock and stone – if it doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t. At least, that’s the conclusion I’ve come to after a long, tedious search for love. There’s a quote from Juno about love that I really really… love:

“Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.”

-Mac McGuff from Juno

I remember talking to a friend of mine in college, who was already married. I asked him if he thought the boy I was dating would be The One (because married people are experts on these things) and what he said upset me at the time, but it was true. He said he didn’t think that guy was the one (he so wasn’t) because if I had to ask, then I hadn’t figured it out yet – that when you find the one, there is no more questioning. It’s “The End” but not in like a sad, depressing way, so much as, you just know. The dating scene is over, you won. That’s not the kind of thing that you can understand though if you haven’t experienced it. It causes me so much grief to see friends going through the scene – sticking with guys that don’t treat them well, under the premise that they could be the one, and what if this is meant to be, and “I think I might love him.” Because man I’ve been there. And looking at it from the other side of the game, if I could have just skipped way more than half of those failed relationships and done something else while I waited to meet Dan – I totally would have.

Things like sex. Lessons like, “Don’t give yourself away to make someone love you.” (Which if you’d told me I was doing that I’d have laughed and said, “I’m not that stupid.” But I did. And I was.) They say sex complicates things but that’s like a gross understatement. Once you get those three little letters involved in a relationship, everything gets harder. You become invested – your emotions for that person become tangled in that act that you shared, even if you didn’t intend for them to. And as a mom, I can’t help but add that having sex, no matter the precautions you take, is like saying, “I accept that a baby could result from this.” Because they do – whether you planned it or not – pregnancy happens. AIDS happens and that’s awful but pregnancy – man that’s huge. That’s life. If that guy that knocks you up doesn’t turn out to be the one, you still end up stuck with him forever – even if he isn’t physically present, the reminders are there. And when they are physically present – is that a good thing or a bad thing? It’s important. It happens.

And I mean, babies are wonderful – being a parent has been oh so rewarding. But it’s also hard – and it’s something that changes you forever. Your life is never just your own after that – you are responsible for the well being of another human and you will love them to an impossible degree, thinking about their needs and wants and happiness constantly, often more than you think of your own. It’s expensive and time consuming and all encompassing and there are no take backs. So sex is pretty huge – and it’s a pretty special thing – it’s like the biggest thing you can give someone – there’s nothing bigger than that kind of a commitment of yourself. Use it wisely.

And ohhhh body image. I don’t even know what lessons I will have to give on body image, lord knows I haven’t figured it all out. I know that society has crazy hard expectations about beauty and that you can become obsessed with perfection that isn’t real. That whole BMI thing – putting people in a little box of “should be” with no regard for their individual differences. People are not the same. They have different bodies, different diet needs, different things that work and don’t work. But they are all beautiful. Everyone is beautiful.

The important thing for me, that took me way too long to figure out – is more science than soul. It’s about what you eat, how much you eat, and what you are eating for. Activity level and why it’s important. That whole idea that the food you eat is not placed before you solely to please your palate (although it’s nice when it does). Food is the fuel your body needs to keep going – too little food or too much food leads to unhealthy outcomes. Calorie counting has helped me tremendously with this – the idea of turning it into math – this is what my body needs, this is what I am feeding it. It’s helped me so much during this pregnancy and I am so proud. And yeah I still over indulge sometimes – sometimes you need that treat – but that’s okay because calorie counting always works the next day or week when you are ready to get back on again.

Exercise is something else that I never really got until recently. Which is not to say that I’m good at it now – but that I kind of get why I should do it and how it helps. For me it’s as simple as, “Exercising more helps to make up for your indulgences. Exercise more and you can choose to eat more – or to lose more weight.” And also important is that the end goal should be realistic – it should be healthy – it should be, “I feel like I’m wearing my own skin again – I have energy to spare and I am happy.”

And no matter how much weight you lose, how short you cut your hair, what color you dye it, what clothes you wear – you will find that it will still and always be you under there. You can’t escape that – you’ll always be there. So you’d be better to learn to love you than spending a lot of time trying to change things that cannot be changed. I can’t tell you how often I’ve gone for a new hair cut or color and been so disappointed that it was still me – just me with different hair, a different outfit. Still me. I think I spent my entire teen years trying to erase myself only to wake up one day and desperately want just me back. And realizing that was one of the coolest, healthiest things I’ve ever done.

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I don’t imagine that I’ll be able to just explain these things to her and that she’ll accept them – I know you have to learn those things on your own, but I hope that if she’s at least heard these things out loud that when she has the opportunity to get it, that she will and she’ll remember and it won’t feel so strange as it did for me, kind of figuring it out on my own. I never had that actual mother figure growing up. I had a strong web of women in my life, aunts and grandmothers and a string of step mothers, but it’s different. There are boundaries and there’s a lack of time. For the most part it was just me and my dad – who did an amazing job raising a sensible, smart girl (in my humble opinion) but you know you can’t answer every question even if you try – they might not hear you until they hear it for themselves.

I won’t be able to teach MM and BB everything – Even if I tell them verbatim all the things I’ve listed here, they still may not get it. And there will be things I’ll miss, that will seem so much more critically important to them because they will be their life lessons to learn – the things which will make all the difference. There will be things I get right and things I get wrong – things they get right and things they get wrong. And that’s fine. But if I could hand pick a couple lessons to pass on to Baby Blueberry and any other girls who haven’t figured this stuff out yet – those things up there would be the things I’d want to start with.

Then I’d put on some ultimate girl rock – an ego boost in a song – because girl power, that idea that YOU ARE AWESOME and deserving of the BEST – it’s not egotistical – most people no matter how confident they seem are not confident at least not all the time. People need an ego boost – a reminder that they rock. Because we forget. So after I spent hours or days or awkward minutes trying to express those things above to my little girl, I’d probably put on this song and be like, “This will explain everything.” And then she’d be like, “Mom you are so lame.” But seriously.

“Now That You Got It”
by Gwen Stefani

Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

Now that I’m your baby the things you promised me now I want
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?
All the stars I was reachin’ for you had in the palm of your hand
& if for just once I would let the
padlock on the door be open
Well, dammit, just get on over here
This better be the best thing I ever felt
My days, they better be sunny
It better be nothing but all that I want

[CHORUS]
Now that I’m your baby, the things you promised me now I want
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
If I’m really your baby then share with me your secrets & all
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

I’m the raddest queen of them all
I could have anyone, so what I want?
Perfect, get it right, never wrong
So you gonna step it up? Or you gonna be gone
Not like the rest (not this), nothing is typical (ain’t nothing is typical)
This is not a test (no test), this is a for sure (it’s all gotta be for sure)

[CHORUS]
Now that I’m your baby, the things you promised me now I want
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
If I’m really your baby then share with me your secrets & all
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

(Yo Gwen whatcha make ‘em do?)
Well, I’d train him like a marine corps
Boot, camp, make him like a superhero (yes ma’am)
That always better be his response
Or I don’t give a dog a bone
Attention! Show me your skeletons, let’s not play games
We can be closer than sharing last names (gimme my award)
The award is a purple heart, it could be yours
If you earn that medal, yeah you could be my boy

[CHORUS]
If I’m really your baby then share with me your secrets & all
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?
If I’m really your baby then share with me your secrets & all
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it? What you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

How about you?

  • What lessons do you hope to pass onto your children?
  • What have been the life defining ah-ha moments of realization in your life?
  • What is your ultimate Girl Power anthem (or Guy Power for any male readers)?

My Wedding Story

Supermommy is doing this big Wedding Meme thing and I finally decided to cave and join in on the fun. Any chance to pull out my low quality wedding pictures, right? The hubby and I got married in the summer of 2006. It was moderately casual in that I became something of an opposite to a Bridezilla. Instead of adding onto the wedding to make it bigger, I frequently found myself chopping things out – like paid photographers, wedding songs, matching bridesmaids dresses. I wanted to pare down our celebration to the heart of it – a wedding. And live to tell the tale. Here are some pictures / memories of our big day.


One unique twist that I made to our celebration was the wedding cake. That would be a baklava cheesecake wedding cake. I love cheesecake and it’s been my experience that most wedding cakes don’t taste very good. We had the baker at our reception hall (local restaurant) create this concoction based off the cheesecake on their restaurant menu that they are famous for (at least in my opinion). The cake was delicious and getting to take some home to eat a year later or whenever we caved and dug into it was extraordinary. I’m really glad I took the time to come up with this idea. Yum.


These are my lovely bridesmaids and myself. Ignore my fat. You’ll notice none of their dresses match. I had a basic color idea in mind but I wanted to give them free reign to buy a dress they could afford that they considered flattering. Figuring that we aren’t all cookie cutter versions of ourselves and we weren’t made of money, I wanted to avoid the Davids Bridal scene. Even my wedding gown was a prom dress from DEB Shops (which I’ll admit, I kind of regret because I didn’t love it – but hey, I didn’t go broke buying it either). I love that the dresses are different, I thought the over all effect was really nice.


This is a shot of my grandmother, father, son and myself. Yes, that’s my son at my wedding. Did I mention the whole completely unexpected pregnancy thing? So there was that which certainly added to the stress of wedding planning. Obviously not everybody approved of the pregnancy or the order that all of these events took place, but at the end of the day, I married the man I loved, the father of my child (soon to be children!) and got said cute kid out of the deal. I love this picture of the four generations of us. By this point I think everyone had come around, my grandmother was filled to the brim with love in general and my father (who looks oh so stoic) was my rock that day. I was nervous especially at the beginning of the ceremony, honestly had no idea what I was doing and when I was supposed to be doing it. I can remember waiting to walk down the aisle and having no idea when the procession should start. I said so to my father and he very calmly said something to the effect of:

“You are the bride. This starts exactly when you want it to – you are in charge.”

And it was just perfect, that moment. I was a nervous wreck about the whole situation, still didn’t really know how he felt about the marriage or any of it, but it was that moment, that I could suddenly exhale and say, “This is happening and it will happen. It doesn’t matter what details go astray.”


This is probably my favorite picture from the wedding. I love how ridiculously tall he is compared to me. And as much as a wedding is about the family around you and creating a celebration that everyone will enjoy, at the heart of it, is this moment. This was the reason I was there – for him, to be with him. We were young, we were in a weird situation, but we had faith in love in each other that all the wedding planning details in the world couldn’t break. We were nervous but together we were calm.

Mamalicious Monday: A Valentine’s Bouquet

This is my first time participating in Mamalicious Monday a fun Monday meme hosted by Heather @ The Gift Closet. Here’s hoping I don’t screw it up!

Anyway, what I wanted to talk about today was (big surprise) Valentine’s Day! I’ve been superly excited about VDay for a couple weeks now, mostly because we were planning a trip to the new local Mexican restaurant that just opened up (at least we just learned about it). I looooove me some good Mexican food so I had my fingers crossed that it wouldn’t disappoint. I’d been craving enchiladas and deep fried ice cream for weeks in anticipation of the most romantic holiday of the year. So I was taken by surprise when my husband started the holiday a few days early and brought home this:

So, not only did he notice flowers and buy them for me, he gave them to me while quoting one of our favorite family films, Shrek.

I saw this flower and thought of you because it’s pretty, and, well… I don’t really like it but I thought you might like it ‘coz you’re pretty. But I like you anyway.

Très romantique, non? So for the past several days I’ve been having fun taking pictures of my beautiful bouquet from every angle I can come up with.

MM has been busy enjoying the flowers, too.

And to top it all off? The mexican food was absofreakinglutely delicious! I cannot wait to go back there soonish for more fantastic food! All in all, it’s been a fantastic Valentine’s Day indeed.

Aloha Friday: Nothing Says “I Love You” Like Burritos and Candy Apples

It’s time for another Aloha Friday, the day that you take it easy and look forward to the weekend, in Hawaii and blog land anyway. As you should know by now, over at An Island Life, Kailani decided that on Fridays she would take it easy on posting and ask a simple question for you to answer. Nothing that requires a lengthy response.

If you’d like to participate, just post your own question on your blog and leave your link at An Island Life’s blog. Don’t forget to visit the other participants! It’s a great way to make new bloggy friends!

This weekend my husband is taking me to a new Mexican place in town. I LOVE Mexican food, especially a really good Tex Mex, but in our area those restaurants are not always easy to find, so when a new one opened up nearby, I wanted to go like immediately, but settled for, “Well how about for Valentine’s Day?” and my husband being not an idiot, said, “Sure I’ll take you out for Mexican food on Valentine’s Day.” Because you know I could have asked to go to some five star restaurant or for jewelry or something. Nope, I just want an enchilada that’s not from Taco Bell. Please and thank you.

Afterwards we’re going to to this local Candy Mansion that I’ve never been to which is absolutely absurd because it’s literally like a five minute drive from where we live and I’m pretty sure everyone in the area has been there like half a dozen times in their life, including school field trips, except me and my son (but he’s two so he totally has an excuse unlike me).

So my diet will be ruined by delicious chocolates and tex mex goodness, but I will be one happy loved lady this Valentine’s Day!

So my question(s) for you this week are:

  1. Do you have anything fun planned for Valentine’s Day? Maybe an Anti-V Day for the single ladies reading? Do you purposely ignore the day or enjoy celebrating it?
  2. If you are a Mexican food fan like myself, what is your favorite dish to order at a Mexican restaurant? Dessert?
  3. If you are a fan of candy and chocolate like myself, what is your favorite indulgence of the sweet tooth variety?
  4. How many jumping jacks do you think I’d have to do to burn off all the calories I’ll be consuming tomorrow?

A Love Story (The Love Month Meme)

The Filipino Mom Blog is sharing stories of love with the Love Month Meme every Thursday in February to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Here is my entry for this week:

This week’s theme: Love Story

I met my husband during one of my college vacations, shortly after taking a job at a local bookstore in our area. I think I’d been working there one or two weeks when dh started, and my manager asked me to train him on register (which I thought was crazy, given how short a time I’d been there but I’ve been working retail most of my working life, so it wasn’t a problem). I remember that he was a quick learner and picked it up easily and that the other boy, who started the same day, did not learn as quickly. In my book, that gives bonus points because I have this weird thing for a good work ethic and brains. Some girls like basketball players, I like employees of the month. Not that we ever had Employee of the Month at our bookstore, but if we did, my husband would have won that award like every month, no lie.

Anyhoo, I went to college about an hour and a half away from my hometown so when vacation was over, I headed back to school. I continued working at the bookstore during most of my vacations and he frequently “trained” me when I came back, because for some reason small details always escaped me after several months away. Later I found out that both of us had had a thing for each other since probably that first day we met, but considering that I was barely in town throughout the year, we never pursued it. But when I graduated from college and took a permanent job (for then) as the children’s manager at the bookstore, I decided that I definitely still liked him… but did he like me?

I tried to figure it out for a couple months (being terribly dense, because looking back it was obvious) then finally took the plunge and invited him to watch the fireworks with me and my friends on the 4th of July. At the end of that night I still had no idea if we were just friends or if he was interested. When he left after dropping me off, I started mentally berating myself for being so lame and not doing anything to find out, so I called him up like minutes after he’d pulled out of the driveway and blurted out, “Do you like me? Because I like you, and I thought you should know…” After the longest seconds of my life he confirmed that (hurray!) he liked me, too. And we went on a real date like the next night and have been basically inseparable since then. We married a little over a year later in August of 2006 (which is part of a whole other long story that I won’t get into here and now) and I’m thrilled that I finally found the guts to ask him out because I cannot imagine life without him now!

If you are reading this sweetie, I love you, I miss you and I can’t wait until you come home from your trip tonight!