There is an awakening–of sorts–when first you meet your other. A tingling wave of emotion as loneliness melts away against the warmth of his smile. Just the hint of light breaks at first–a beacon of promise. And then something–you can’t exactly be sure what–sets it off. An undeniable spark that pops like the fourth of… Continue reading come on get higher
Category: For Better or Worse
How My Wife Corrupted Me
In case the title didn’t give it away, it’s Jeff again and I’m back for another fill-in assignment. This time, I wanted to let you all in on something I’m sure you never knew. Darcie is, hands down, the sweetest person I’ve ever met, albeit in her own unique way. She is kind, gentle, and… Continue reading How My Wife Corrupted Me
We’ll Still Be
Yesterday was the first time in a long time that I didn’t make my writing goal. I didn’t work out, either. I hate those days. They make me feel plain slothful. I’m a creature of habit. I wake up and get the kids off to school. I write. I make breakfast for Jayce and we… Continue reading We’ll Still Be
Even Then
My husband and I don’t exchange gifts. Ever. Not for Christmas. Or lovey-dovey Valentines. Or anniversaries. Not even birthdays. Not. Ever. I’m not one of those wives that expects–or even wants–flowers. Flowers die. Nor do I want jewelry; it’s burdensome to wear. If I want chocolates I’ll stop by See’s and pick out my own. … Continue reading Even Then
Home Again
He’s baaaa-aack. Not that you ever knew he was gone. Seems I have an aversion to announcing to the wide internets that my husband is out of town on business. You know, inviting the crazies and all. He’s back now. After four long days away, in Dublin, Georgia. Which has nothing on Dublin, Ireland, I’d… Continue reading Home Again
The Good Wife
Yeah, so I totally performed my wifely duties tonight. Um, no. Not those wifely duties. Ahem. I mean the wifely duties where I run around in the 107 degree heat all day, picking up ingredients for the perfect dinner. And then I come home and clean house and make a totally organic, from-scratch dinner and… Continue reading The Good Wife
TMI: A Post Midnight Rendezvous
Forgive me if this is TMI, but I just have to share. Jeff and I had a little post-midnight rendezvous last night. TMI? Probably not. Once I tell you precisely what kind of rendezvous it was. The clock showed 1:15 when I awoke to the sound of what could easily have been mistaken for a… Continue reading TMI: A Post Midnight Rendezvous
My Body {the Wonderland}
Earlier this week I was trying to be the 9th caller in a radio contest, the prize of which was a fly-away to NYC to see John Mayer in a private concert. I was intoxicated with the idea of a private John Mayer concert in NYC. In no small part because I tend to turn… Continue reading My Body {the Wonderland}
Five Years Today
Five years ago today I awoke to the sound of rain dancing on the rooftop. I got in the car with my mom and we went to Trader Joe’s in search of the perfect Calla Lillies. I had Mexican for lunch. Including a giant blue margarita. I naively handed over tiny silk flowers and a… Continue reading Five Years Today
Who You Calling a Dilophosaurus?
I’m not having a good day. My family is currently gathered in the kitchen making fun of me. Jeff had the nerve to google “hissing dinosaur with flaps” in search of an image that he thought would perfectly suit me. They think I’m a stress fest. They’re wrong. But we’re going to ignore their best… Continue reading Who You Calling a Dilophosaurus?
Introducing the Eggsacutor 3000xi
Jeff has come up with some great ideas in his lifetime. At least in the portion of it in which I’ve known him. Ideas that we could totally market – if we were ambitious like that. Our infamous game, for instance: a Jeff original. Really, it was a collaborative effort – but mostly him. Our… Continue reading Introducing the Eggsacutor 3000xi
My Husband’s Inner 8 Year Old
If you have a child with any degree of learning disability you most likely are familiar with the IEP. An IEP is an individualized education plan. It sets forth educational goals for the child. It also outlines the services that the school will provide (speech, occupational, physical therapies, etc.). Once each year we sit down… Continue reading My Husband’s Inner 8 Year Old