Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Today, you worried that I was trying to starve myself because I was only having applesauce for dinner. Even after I had told you that I want to a burger/malt place for lunch, I had to explain that I had eaten a malt, french fries, and a bacon cheeseburger for lunch which is why I wasn't very hungry.
Thanks for worrying about me!
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
His wife had lost 160+ pounds (a lot of it before they were married) and he stated that he "NEEDED" her to lose 25 more pounds because the sound of a 5'7" women weighing 170 pounds just sounded wrong to him.
You've seen me at my smallest and you've seen me at my largest and you love me the same no matter what I weigh. Not only that but you support me whole heartedly in my current attempt to lose weight and you do it without being demeaning or hurtful.
I'm so glad you are my husband!
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Well, it means I cut and pin the pieces together directly on the couch. This allows me to trim away excess and keep in mind how the piece will have to "slip" over the curves of the couch. So far I've done one section of the back of the couch (since it's a lazy boy couch each back section comes off individually).
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
His legs, too long, dig deep ruts in
the soft black earth. He frowns and shifts
as old, rusty chains bite his tender flesh.
He pumps as hard as he can, the swing set groans
in protest, and no matter how hard he tries
the stubborn swing won't let him soar the skies.
We wince together, both of us trying to live
our lives in places that do not fit anymore.
At thirteen, Ted no longer fits the swing.
My swing, the place I call home, pinches too
and makes me want to find a new place to play.
Somewhere that I can soar, instead of drag
my feet in soft black earth and dig deep ruts.
We feel the same uncertain fright growing
inside us. Joining him, I tell him not
to worry, it's all a part of growing up.
The advice is more for me than him. I pump,
yet can't resist the uncomfortable pinch - home.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
The couch looks to be in pretty good condition here (and it is mostly), but there are several cat stains and a small wear hole. The couch has been professionally cleaned a couple of times by the previous owners, who also attempted to bleach out the stains before they delivered it to us.
Since receiving the couch we've also added a couple of stains of our own. So my "Crafter's Challenge" is to make a slip cover for this comfortable couch. I'll keep you updated on my progress. Wish me luck!
Friday, May 19, 2006
Thursday, May 18, 2006
The other night you were so warm you kicked the blankets off . . . from both of us.
And last night you were so cold you had the blankets wrapped so tight around yourself you looked like a burrito (with a cold side of wife). Fortunately, I had Kitty and the ability to "unwrap" you without waking you up.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Last night, when you were gone, I had to check the front door about four times to make sure it was locked. Then I had the hardest time falling asleep (and staying there) because I knew you weren't just in the next room.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Saturday, May 13, 2006
No womb for you, born of man.
Shaped by God's tender hand.
You walked in friendship with Him,
the Creator of your garden home
and all creatures who in it roamed.
Then tempted by the serpent's words,
too late, true wisdom you did gain.
Expelled from paradise all the same.
The painful labor you endured,
a sacrifice of unknown worth.
The first child of humble birth.
You raised two sons to be men.
Then watched one kill the other.
The cause? Jealousy between brothers.
Praise the Lord, when Seth was born,
in each tear of joy you wept.
He was the beginning of a promise kept.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
Friday, May 05, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
For example, the first time I went to the neurologist about my headaches he asked if I was a "people pleasing, perfectionist, worrier." I, of course, was ready to answer "Sometimes, but not really," but one look from you and I had to admit that I am. Which probably resulted in the doctor being better able to treat my headaches.