Valentine's Day Heart Cake I made..
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
I kept thinking this week I'd have a Valentine's day post. Valentine's Day came and went and that didn't happen...but the thoughts remain...
For whatever reason, this year, as Valentine's Day approached, I kept thinking about the first Valentine's Day that I spent with my husband. It happened before we were married, 21 yrs ago. We were either almost engaged or close to it by this point. I remember it snowed. It didn't snow a lot, but enough that it was pretty falling. I remember going to class that morning and then Jay drove me home after classes were over. We spent the afternoon together (as we usually did) before work. Jay bought me this cute Gund dog..with leather feet that was called "Ruff". I already had a little one...Jay bought me a larger one for Valentine's. It was sweet. So I had papa Ruff and a baby Ruff. Cute.
Flash forward to another Valentine's Day...This time the year is 1990. I was four months pregnant with our daughter Hannah. We were going to go out to eat after work. I was at this crossover point where I had outgrown most of my normal clothes...but still feeling a bit self conscious about wearing maternity clothes. I changed into one of my few outfits that fit out of my work jumper. I went to sit on the couch before we left. Ugg...I sat in something...something the dog did. I was so sad, so upset. In order to have SOMETHING to wear..I had to put back on my work jumper to go out. I'm not really sure what I wore the next day to work...but this certainly did not help me in the least feel good about myself. We ended up going to a couple of different restaurants before we settled on one (with a buffet at that) that didn't have a long line. We were tired, hungry and frustrated. I believe we went by my mom's before going all the way home for a few minutes since we were nearby. I can remember that Valentines with a smile though...it is funny in retrospect...just not as I was going through it at the time.
So many years though...we haven't made big plans. Lately however, he has been relearning the art of buying for his wife. This past Wednesday, he gave me a gift he had picked out. He thought I would enjoy it...he hoped I would anyway. He had been telling me about it for a month now....but I just wasnt sure I wanted/needed it. On Wednesday, after he gave it to me he made the comment , "I wanted it FOR you".
I have contemplated the thought of my husband wanting something "for" me. The thought made me think about how in the bible the marriage relationship between husband and wife is compared to the relationship Jesus has with His church. The comment made me think about how Jesus wants good for us, His bride, just as Jay wanted this for me.
So we wrapped up our day going to Golden Corral. Not overly exciting...but for us, it was like when we were first married and he was working as an assistant manager at Quincey's Steak House. It was when these salad bars and hot bars first became popular in Steak Restaurants. It reminded us of how he would bring home his free meal from work for us to share. (he got one free meal a day from there) GC's food was good actually that day. It was nice to go and just enjoy being "kids" again. It was good to remember how God wants good for us...and good to remember love.
Friday, February 09, 2007
I had been hearing various people talk about the show House . Usually I just ignore the talk. Most of what seems to be out there is either uninteresting, crude or vulgar. This show, however, caught my eye. I looked at the web site and then , doing as I usually do, I asked my husband (who will watch almost anything) if he had ever watched it. He had and said with a shrug..."yeah, you might be interested." So, for the past several weeks, I've been catching up on the shows that brought us up to date currently. It was a marathon of sorts. One thing about this sort of marathons...especially with visually graphic shows (lots of blood, extreme diseases etc) you dream weird things. The kids and I started joking when one of us had a tiny almost non existent scratch that nooooo, it wasnt a tiny scratch...but it meant ...and then made up some sickness and organ failure that it all meant (like how outrageous the show is and does) We've had fun. Now that we are caught up, we are "detoxing" from having watched so many. I believe on the last night or two of our marathon, I dreamed that I had some horrible disease and was having to have 100's of tests to see what was wrong before they took me into surgery. I had to laugh at it all.
It all became summed up today. I was writing down entries into the checkbook, when I looked at my hand and saw puddles of red!! BLOOD??!!?? Where was I bleeding? Why was I bleeding? Why didn't it hurt when I started bleeding?? It was then that my husband looked over and said..."Oh your pen is leaking"...um...it was a red ink pen! LOL I was not just spontaneously bleeding. I was fine...and had to laugh at myself because I knew my mind went into overdrive because of this silly TV show . (especially as I know we must still be in detox from an overdose of HOUSE)
Monday, February 05, 2007
Im not a morning person.
Friday morning at about 9:30 in the morning our doorbell rang. No one heard it (supposedly LOL) but me. Because of my husband's work schedule and the fact that we homeschool, we usually sleep a little later than most folks. Everything gets done, it just gets shifted back more...well you know what I mean if you've ever worked a job not scheduled between 9-5. The odd schedule works for us. (unless we have to wake up early or like Friday, someone that doesn't know us comes up to our door and rings the doorbell)
Anyway...I got up, half asleep and went to the door. I would have ignored it, but I kept thinking...it might be a neighbor needing something...so I went and opened the door. There was a lady standing there, very dressed up. Cheerfully she said Heyyyyy! I looked and she was carrying a bible. I groaned and said "I'm going back to bed" about the same time she said "oh I'm so sorry". I shut the door pretty hard not saying more and went back to bed (not feeling very gracious at the moment. ) I laid there for a few minutes....registering what had happened. I felt bad...but then also laughed to myself thinking I was probably being prayed over at that very moment as I must be the most heathen person ...
I do ask the question...who comes dressed up (dress, dress shoes etc) that early in the morning without an invitation? Just a very weird....am I sure I am awake or dreaming thing...and honestly I've never shut...or slammed the door in ANYONE's face like that. It wasnt meant to be anti social...and probably a few sentences into any conversation we would have had (had I not done as I did) I would have said no thanks, or not now and shut the door (albeit softer and more politely) and returned to bed anyhow. But who comes to a stranger's door at 9:30 am dressed up carrying a bible?
Anyway...I got up, half asleep and went to the door. I would have ignored it, but I kept thinking...it might be a neighbor needing something...so I went and opened the door. There was a lady standing there, very dressed up. Cheerfully she said Heyyyyy! I looked and she was carrying a bible. I groaned and said "I'm going back to bed" about the same time she said "oh I'm so sorry". I shut the door pretty hard not saying more and went back to bed (not feeling very gracious at the moment. ) I laid there for a few minutes....registering what had happened. I felt bad...but then also laughed to myself thinking I was probably being prayed over at that very moment as I must be the most heathen person ...
I do ask the question...who comes dressed up (dress, dress shoes etc) that early in the morning without an invitation? Just a very weird....am I sure I am awake or dreaming thing...and honestly I've never shut...or slammed the door in ANYONE's face like that. It wasnt meant to be anti social...and probably a few sentences into any conversation we would have had (had I not done as I did) I would have said no thanks, or not now and shut the door (albeit softer and more politely) and returned to bed anyhow. But who comes to a stranger's door at 9:30 am dressed up carrying a bible?
Like I said, I am not a morning person...
