Love & Marriage

Fourteen

May 3, 2011 By Blonde Mom 17 Comments

Wedding Day, 1997

I have known my husband since high school, 1986, so it seems like we have known each other forever sometimes. And I mean that in the best sense of forever. He has known me through a couple of decades of hair styles—from hot rollers to spritz to blowouts. That’s a long time ya’ll.

All kidding aside, I cannot imagine spending my life with anyone else.

Here are 14 things I love about my husband in honor of our 14th wedding anniversary today.

(With a little help on these from the girls…)

He is very handsome.

He works very hard.

He never gives up.

He has a great sense of humor.

He is very strong.

He loves to hike and be outdoors.

He is an amazing daddy to our dogs (oh and our human children, too).

He is an adventurous cook, while I am timid and resigned to actual recipes.

On that same note, he loves to make pizza with the girls (this one is straight from the 8-year-old).

He loves to travel.

He is very even-keeled (he puts up with me and my flighty bird nature.)

He makes great margaritas (OK this one is definitely from ME.)

HE IS WONDERFUL! (from the 6-year-old, who stressed the importance of all-caps.)

And, lastly, he is an old soul and a hopeless romantic.

I love you babe.

And next year?

The girls say we should go to the Bahamas and I am totally on board with that suggestion. Ahem.

Here’s to 14 more amazing years together.

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I Am The Wind Beneath Their Wings, Most Of The Time

April 9, 2011 By Blonde Mom 3 Comments

Before I headed to Seattle earlier this month I had the entire weekend planned out for the hubby and girls. It feels like I need to take a day off just to prepare to take off a few days for the weekend.

Can I get an Amen?

I had everything worked out down to arranging for my inlaws to help with Miss A last Saturday as both the girls had soccer games but not in the same county. Miss C is playing on a travel team this spring and this made the weekend more complicated than usual. Now my husband is a more than competent solo daddy but I don’t ever want my going out of town to be a major pain in the rear because MOMMY LIKES TO TRAVEL. Anything to make my going out of town easy is a positive in my book. It’s a win/win for everyone.

Ahem.

I was all set mentally to be home late Saturday night but then I was unexpectedly delayed with four of my blogger friends from Nashville in Denver until Sunday night. The mama guilt began to set heavily on my mind because I knew the girls were excited to see me when they woke up Sunday morning. Miss A at one point told me on the phone Sunday night, “Mommy, don’t EVER go out of town for four nights again.”

Despite all this I know the girls had a great time while I was away.

I have photographic evidence.

Clearly the girls were in despair…

Deep in despair! Beyond sad! Unable to function without me!

The realization that my going out of town occasionally is not a bad thing was also evident when the hubby informed me of his method for getting the girls to help put the laundry away.

He used this innovative technique called the quarter.

That’s right. All this time I’ve been letting the laundry pile up and I just needed to get a roll of quarters.

Damn he’s a keeper.

p.s. As I finished writing this yesterday, hubby came home from the walk-in clinic diagnosed with an ear infection, a sinus infection, and a fever. Even super dad needs a break.

Stop by Monday some time after noon CST as I am posting a super awesome reader opportunity. One of you will get to join me next month courtesy of GE’s Monogram line of appliances on a 2-night, 3-day getaway!

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Baby You Can Drive My Car, Not That You’d Want To Be Caught Dead In It

April 5, 2011 By Blonde Mom 5 Comments

I remember a time, pre-kids, when I’d spend considerable effort making my car showroom worthy, breaking out the Armor All, vacuuming, and sometimes even going a little crazy and splurging on new car scent air freshener.

These days, unfortunately, my car is a utilitarian beast that takes a licking and keeps on driving. I’m just doing good to not run out of gas. Detail my car? Pshaw! I need to shave my legs people. The last thing I am worried about is the condition of my car’s interior. Until last week.

Last weekend while I was out of town the hubby drove my SUV. I have a four-door and he has a two-door, so mine is a bit roomier which is nice for driving the girls and all their gear around.

Normally I wouldn’t necessarily clean out my car for him, but it dawned on me that he’d be driving me and a blogger friend to the airport and suddenly I saw my car in the harsh cruel light of reality. It was like trying on Spanx in January in front of a full-length mirror.

When did the interior of my car become like the bottom of my purse? A crumb-filled knapsack on wheels filled with everything from rolling soccer balls to unclaimed socks and various and sundry trash items that a crafty MacGyver type could fashion into a funky Mother’s Day corsage. I knew my friend wouldn’t care about the condition of my car since she’s a mom but let’s face it, my car was overdue for a spring cleaning.

The night before my trip I had a million errands to run and I did the last minute tango of desperation at the local car wash with the super suction vacuum. I tossed all loose items in the back and then proceeded to vacuum up gnawed on sucker sticks, wrappers, and some brown unidentifiable dried substance melted on to the back seat cushion that was once Raisinettes.

At least that’s what I’m telling myself it was.