Here Boy!

I’m in a rotten mood.

The husband is leaving for a fun trip followed immediately by a business trip in a few days. OK so it’s more like eight days.

But still.

It leaves me as the baby-put-to-bed-er for seven nights. I totally owe him so I guess it's all right. But I'll miss him like CRAZY.

I have a sore throat and I haven’t been sleeping well. Last night was better, but I still need to catch up so I don't get sick. I also have the filthiest house and I don’t feel like cleaning it, but it's stressing me out a little.

In addition, our next door neighbors got a puppy. They pinned his chain down on the far side of their back yard closest to our house. He’s practically just outside our living room bay window. And while he’s the most adorable little puppy I’ve seen in nearly forever, his bark is quite annoying. He has been barking ALL morning long. I'm not exaggerating.

On a more positive note, the hubby gave me an iPod for my Best Birthday Ever and I still haven't put any songs on it. (Yes, I know that it's quite possible that I'm the last person on earth to get one. Don't rub it in.) I need to get to that before my run tomorrow. So I'm off! Have a great day!

Best. Husband. Ever.

Did you read Emily’s most recent post?? Ya’ll. I wish I could think like that. She says:

Dave is a wonderful father, and I want him to believe that, but I don’t think he will be confident about his abilities if all I do is correct him and try to make him do things my way. Who cares if he doesn’t warm up the bottle to the exact same temperature I would? Asher still drinks it. Why should it matter if Dave scrubs off Asher’s cradle cap with a washcloth instead of a soft-bristled brush? It works either way.

I love my husband for all that he has done for the little girl and I. He goes to work and does it every day. He comes home and does some more. Then he goes off and does something to help out someone else out and then, yes he comes back and he does more for us.

And I am critical. I correct him. I nag him. I moan and groan to him about the dumbest little things. I do less than my share of everything. I give a little and I take a lot. And a lot of times I am unappreciative. For all of these things I am sorry.

So let me learn from Emily. Let me recognize that we all struggle with the guilt of being a mommy and a wife. But most importantly, let me try to be thankful for having the bestest husband on the planet and not take him for granted. I love you, Booger.

overheard at my house

Remember the Molten Chocolate Cake we ate the other night?

Last night when offered some Cold Stone my husband replied, "I can't. Last night I died of a Molten Chocolate Cake."

mini hills and mountains of cake

Another mini hill, around the curve, and to the light pole. We can do it.

We chanted this over and over again as my sister and I ran 5 miles yesterday. I wore and embarrassing outfit and the wind was blowing our hair and snot into our face. My husband and little girl topped off the dorkiness of it all by driving the car beside us and cheering us on every 1/2 mile or so. We did it.

Soreness, chafed arms and all. I have my first battle wounds from running. But my pride? My pride is soaring.

Today I am 29 years old and I ran five miles straight yesterday. I rock.

Last night we celebrated with dinner at a restaurant with the Worst Service Ever. I won't tell you the name, but let's just say I intentionally got the salad bar as my meal because I was saving up for a huge feast on dessert afterwards. Well, after the service was so bad, we skipped the dessert and hightailed it outta that place. I was devastated, but luckily my hubby is good enough to me to take me to the other side of the mall to get a Molten Chocolate Cake from Chili's to take home. YUM! All 1270 calories and 62 grams of fat of it.

Life is so good. To say that my happiness level is out the roof would be an extreme understatement. :)

A Note From Little J

Aunt Lucy,
Now that I am old enough, I LOVE to sleep with my lamb. He is so soft and when I suck on his ear, it helps me fall asleep. Please bring Forrest to see me soon. I really want to meet my boyfriend and I miss my 2nd favorite aunt!
Love,
Julianna

getting old and sappy

He’ll kill me for posting this…

Oh well…

I still have to brag on the awesomeness that is my husband…

We continue to watch old Friends episodes each weekend and the other night big J and I were watching an episode from the end of the first season where Ross’ ex-wife Carol has their baby. By the end of the episode I look over and J had a few tears rolling down his cheeks. Of course, he got majorly defensive when he saw that I noticed and he loudly exclaimed, “What?! We were there. Doing that. Almost a year ago!”

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I went to the Healthy Living Expo earlier today and that was kinda neat. I got to see Matt and Suzy Hoover from The Biggest Loser, one of my favorite TV shows. We heard them speak about becoming healthy and losing weight and Suzy looked so adorable with her new haircut and tiny little pregnant belly.

I got some fun freebies too, like lots of cool ink pens, coupons, free passes to the YMCA, hand sanitizer, etc. Who doesn’t love free stuff? My granddaddy always said to take the freebies and help the printer.

After that we went to eat lunch. Yummy. I cheated on my diet. Yummy. And now we are home. Yummy. The little girl is taking a much needed nap and some Tylenol is kicking in to give her a break from the pain of those dern molars. And I just cheated on my diet again. Yummy. But I still haven’t had a coke.

**Updated to add: Oh! And I also just found out that Alison Sweeney is going to be the new host of show. Yippeee! Love her.