Random Thursday

Did you know that I thought today was Monday?  Don’t know why I thought that. 

So this “thing” is still clinging to me so I thought I’d share some random thoughts buzzing around this ‘ol brain of mine.

` When did I become such a hoarder with boxes?  Any type of box: small, medium, large, cute.  I keep them.  All of them.

` Radical #1 is growing up so fast.  He’ll be 4 in a couple of months.  I’ll have a 4 year old.  Is that insane or what?  It’s also time to let him go…to pre-school.  Oh, the torture!

` Radical #2 has become attached to a stuffed bear which he named “Sophie”.  Sophie goes everywhere with him.  Also, Sophie is a ‘he’.  Hmmm…

` The ants go marching one by one….The more I hunt them down, the more they come and harass me.  I can’t stand them, especially the biting ones.  And they only bite me.

` It’s been cold here.  I’ve been in a jacket all day kind of cold.  Don’t ask me what the temperature is.  If you ask me how cold it is my answer will be “not bad”, “cold”, or “freezing my butt cold!”  And now that I’ve typed the word “cold” 6 times, I find it to be an odd word.  Fork is another odd word to me.

` There’s a strong FOUL smell coming from my neighbor’s house.  I can’t bring myself to type the thought that crossed my mind.  Let’s just say that he’s not the nicest person in the world; we’ve had confrontations a few times which resulted in calling the police.  One of those confrontations was him blocking me in my driveway with his jalopy truck and silently calling me out.  So based on that, you can form your own opinion on what I was thinking…

` My little {well, not so little anymore} brother proposed to his GF on Valentine’s Day.  It warmed my heart when he asked for my approval but I reminded him that he needs her father’s approval.  I’m so happy for him and my future SIL!!

` This has been his favorite thing to do lately.  He’s obsessed with umbrellas.  I set it up and he sits under it and eats his box of raisins while hanging out with Sophie.



yep, that would be a binky.  i have a post coming on that subject soon.



I hope y’all have a great day! 

Jenn.

P.S.  The weekend is almost here!!!  But I’m sure I’m not the only one who knows that.

Surprise, Surprise!

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Happy Love Day, Lovelies!  I hope your day was filled with love, hugs, and kisses! 

I got a big surprise from the Mister today: flowers and chocolates and a balloon. 

Yeah, it may not be big for some but it is for me.  This is big because we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day which brings me to confess that I didn’t tell you the whole truth.  I know, I suck. 

Anyway, remember this post where I mentioned that we don’t celebrate V-Day?  Well, the Mister is actually the one who doesn’t celebrate V-Day.  He says every day should be a love day and I agree but what girl doesn’t love to get flowers?  Or chocolate?  Or a sappy card?  So over the years I’ve accepted that V-Day is just another day.  And when the Mister came home today with all the goodies, I jumped for joy. 

I told him that I am still in shock and he’s all “why?”  I go on to tell him “well, after eight years of not getting anything, I wasn’t expecting this!”  And he’s all “what do you mean?  I get you something every year for Valentine’s Day.” 

silence…

I was speechless.  And when I finally told him that that wasn’t the case and reminded him about ‘everyday should be a love day’, the look on his face was priceless.  Did he really think that he got me something every year or is he just pulling my leg?  Whatever it is, I’m just stoked to have gotten something.  So thanks, babe and Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.

Love, love!

Jenn.

Home is where my heart is.

Hooray for Mondays!!  I heart Mondays. 

We went home-home, sweet home for the weekend.  It was lovely.  We I was on a mission to eat at Outback Steakhouse but Radical #1 came down with a mysterious something Saturday afternoon so we had to abort the mission.  By the time Sunday rolled around, all was honkie-dorie.  Although I did not get my beloved Bloomin’ Onion, I’m glad he was back to himself.  There is always another time.

We got home late Sunday evening and the Mister surprised us with pizza!  I heart pizza.  And I heart him even more for tapping into thoughts of not wanting to cook when we got home. 
  

Do you ever have those times when you have so much to say but nothing comes out?  Yeah?  Me too and that’s been the case for a few days.  I can’t seem to come up with a decent post.  I write, I read, and I’m all “what are you talking about, Jenn?”  I’ll get out of this “thing” soon but for now I’ll leave you with a picture.




home-home, sweet home!

 

How was your weekend?

Jenn.

Confessions of a fisherman’s other half.

It’s that time again…

The Mister’s boat has been out of commission for the past few months and although I was enjoying it, I knew it would come to an end sooner than later.  And so, the time has come for overnight fishing trips to commence.  I knew it was coming; I just didn’t mentally prepare myself for it. 

I can handle day trips but when it comes to overnight trips, well that’s a different story.  I worry.  I have sleepless nights.  Sometimes I feel like calling him every hour just to see if he’s okay but I know that would annoy him.  It’s dark and while the rest of the world is sleeping, they are out there alone.  I say they because he knows I’d chop his balls off if he went alone.  I get paranoid at the fact that if anything was to go wrong, he is not in my reach.  I know I shouldn’t think that way but sometimes it gets the best of me. 

I know that the Mister knows what he’s doing.  I know he takes all the necessary precautions.  Mother Nature is who scares me.  Sometimes I wish I had a monitor so I could see him when he’s out on the ocean.  That would put me at ease, sort of. 

And other times, I wish he would get a different hobby.  Everyone wins in the end; he gives fish away to friends and family and sometimes he gets paid for it, which comes in handy.  If I could just figure out how to block these feelings, all will be well and I’d get some sleep. 

But never mind my feelings; it is what he loves to do and I need to support him.  I’ll just continue to pray for his safety.

Jenn.

L.O.V.E.

Well, hello!  I know it’s been quiet around these parts lately.  I’ve been busy: work and the Radicals and we all had a nasty cold.  I’m doing the “What’s Your Love Story” link-up with Becky over at From Mrs. to Mama today.

How long have you and your significant other been together?  The Mister and I have been together for 8 years come March 23^rd.
How did you meet? {What's your "love" story?}  Haha!  I wouldn’t call it a love story.  We met in the parking lot of a bar.  It was last call and I was so ready to go home.  I was tired, I was tipsy, and I was ready to call it a night, err, morning.  I decided to go to the car and wait for my peeps.  Before y’all jump on my ass, we did have a DD.  Anyway, the Mister just happened to be parked right across from me and he just happened to be waiting for his peeps too.  Since I didn’t feel like sitting on concrete I had this bright idea to ask him if I could wait in his car.  Hey, a nice warm car was better than freezing my bum out in the cold!  We got to talking and I have to say that his attempt to “flirt” was a fail.  Maybe I wasn’t in the mood or maybe the fact that he was from the other side of the island turned me off.  He asked if I had a boyfriend and I don’t know what possessed me to say this but I responded with “Yeah I have 5, do you wanna be the 6^th?”  I tend to be a smart-ass when I’m cranky but he didn’t give up.  My peeps finally made it to the car and when he tried to give me his number they were all “no, she doesn’t need your number!”   We drove off and that was that.  We ran into each other {at the same bar} again  a couple of months later and this time he made it a point to exchange numbers, but I never called him.  I didn’t even remember his name.  A couple of months later I get a call from him, we hang out; go on a couple of dates.  Eight years and 2 Radicals later, here we are.
If married, how long have you been married? If not, is this the guy you hope to marry? {do tell}  I would like to but that subject is not talked about.  You can go here to read why.
 If you are married, where did you get married at? Big or small wedding?  If not, where would you like to get married? And will it be big or small?  If a miracle happens and we do get married, it’ll be a small wedding with close family and friends.
Do you have any nick-names that you call one another? Do share!  We call each other “babe” or “hun/honey”.  The only time we use first names is if we’re mad.
 Name 3 things you love most about your honey.   1) His heart.  I’ve watched him grow and change greatly over the years.  1) His personality.  I know this is going to sound weird but he has a “unique” one that constantly challenges me in a good way. 3) The words that come out of his mouth.  Yep, it’s another weird one.  Most times, the things he talks about either kills me or makes me bust-a-gut-laugh.  Tell us how he proposed? Or your ideal proposal?  Nothing yet.  And knowing him, if that day ever comes, he would be the one to say something like “so what?  you like get married?”  Typical.
Is he a flowers and teddy bear kind of guy for v-day, or strawberries, champagne, and rose petals?  Niether.  We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.  I know, we’re so dry!  Our view is that everyday should be a love day.  But now that we have Radicals, we bake some goodies.
Are you a sunset dinner on the beach kind of girl, or pop a movie in and relax on the couch?  Um, a sunset dinner on the beach.  We never get out so if the opportunity presents itself, I’ll take it.
Tell us one thing you'd like to do with your significant one day. If you could do anything? Go anywhere?  I’d like to take him to travel the world and experience different cultures.  We need to get off of this rock J  If you ask him this question, it would have something to do with the ocean, on a boat, for weeks.  Ugh, I’m not too thrilled with that.
Tell us what you plan on doing on this Valentine's Day.  Nothing.  Oh wait, the Radicals and I are baking something. Are you asking for anything this Valentine's Day?  Even though we don’t celebrate I’m using this day as an excuse to get a label maker.
Give us one piece of advice of keeping a relationship strong and full of love.  Patience, communication, and kindness.  We clash all the time; that’s just our personalities but it doesn’t mean we don’t love each other.  He views the world in black and white.  I view the world in color.  What we do agree on is we are who we are and we’re not trying to change each other.  Oh, one last piece of advice: sex, lots of it.  Haha!
Show us a picture of what love means to you.

Love, love!

Jenn.

The post about nothing...

I’ve been up since 3:30am and what do I do?  Read blogs all morning and now that the sun is shining its beautiful face; I’m kicking myself in the butt.  I was so not productive.  Not that reading blogs isn’t productive.  I learn a lot and the people are awesome.
  
I’m a bit behind on my challenge.  Challenge, what challenge?  A 21 day organizing challenge because this house has too much stuff!  But I don’t have the energy for that right now.  Speaking of challenges, I never posted about my 90 day challenge from last year.  Want to know why?  I haven’t started it yet.  Procrastinator.  I know, judge if you will. 

Wait, I’m a bit behind on everything.  This week has been a big blur.  The Mister has been off since Tuesday and to be honest, his presence is messing up my rotation.  What a bittersweet feeling I have when he has unexpected days off.  I love it because he’s home and the Radicals are super stoked but at the same time, I can’t stand it.  My day week has been totally thrown off.  All of a sudden I have no motivation to do what needs to be done.  Or when I do have the motivation, he has other plans that so do not go well with my plan.  I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling.  I’m sure I’m just yapping away right now but I can’t help it.  I feel blank; like all the “plans” I had for this week went out the window.  And when I try to think of what those “plans” were, I got nada.  Seriously, when my days are thrown off, my mind turns to mush. 

I’ve been practicing the “my cup is half full” approach and I can kind of see the change.  Anyway, where was I going with this?  Oh yes, since The Mister has been home all week, he’s been outside working on his boat and of course the Radicals want to follow.  And right now I feel they are not old enough to be out there unattended so it is my duty to “play” outside with them.  Ugh.  This week is a busy “work” week and amongst all the other things that need to be done, my plan for playing outside was supposed to be slim. 

Anyway, haha!  What was my point?  See, I’m so scatter-brained that I keep rambling off…where was I?  Think Jenn…oh, no little time for playing outside and a mushy mind.  So since we’ve been in the yard all week I was thinking that I could work after the Radicals went to bed but that never happened.  This is the time I wish I had a laptop so I could take my work outside with me.  Note to self: need laptop asap.  And as for my mushy mind, I tend to have my “oh, I remember what I was supposed to do!” moment when I’m outside and by the time I get inside the house, I forget again.  I know I’m so lame but it happens.  Don’t’ hate me for it.  Can I still use “I have mommy brain” as an excuse? 

Back to this morning, I’ve been awake since 3:30am.  The Radicals kept getting up and after the millionth time I figured I would just stay up.  Before y’all think I’m nuts, I have good reasons: 1) I was getting more tired because every time I would drift back into lala land, one of them would get up and that was just kill fight already.  But of course, as soon as I’m wide awake, nobody decides to get up.  Typical.  And 2) I thought it would be a grand idea to get as much work in before the Radicals got up because once again, the Mister has a day off and we’ll be outside all day long.  I still need to do laundry and pack because we are going home-home for the weekend!  Can I get a woo-hoo?!  But I’m not ready and to my mother (if you’re reading this which I’m sure you’re probably not because you’re too busy working),  my work is not complete, therefore you will not be receiving it when I get home.

Whew, I needed to get that off of my chest.  Sometimes I feel that if I let it out, I can move forward with a fresh view.

That was my vent session for today the week.  Oh, did I tell you that I picked up some Lilikoi butter at the farmer’s market last week?  If I ruled the world, I would eat that and only that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  On toast of course.  Y’all didn’t think I would just eat spoon-fulls of butter did you?



Have a happy day after hump day!!

jenn

OCD: Socks

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Every time I fold or match socks, I think of my dear ‘ol friend Roch.  This girl has the weirdest thing about socks.

We talk every weekend in the wee hours of the morning to catch up on life and one morning she was complaining about attacking her two baskets of socks.  “I don’t understand” I said to her.  And she’s all “well, I just don’t have the energy to do these socks.”  And I’m all “I still don’t understand, please enlighten me.”

Turns out she really does have OCD when it comes to socks.  First, she lets them sit in the basket because she cringes while thinking of them.  Then, she has to mentally prepare herself and find the motivation to grab the basket and tackle the job.  If she comes across a dingy sock, she needs to go through every.single.sock in the darn basket to find the sock that has the exact same dinginess.  Is that possible?  Can two socks that go on different feet have the exact same marks or dinginess?  I mean, I can see if socks get worn out but she really takes it a step further.  She lines up all the socks on her bed and goes through every one to make sure they match have the same marks.  Really?  OMG, I almost fell out of my chair dying of laughter when she told me this.  “You gotta be shit-ing me!” I said to her.  And she’s all “No, I’m serious!” 

I couldn’t believe it.  Props to her for having patience with socks!  So, every time I fold socks I can’t help but to think of her.  And although I’m not as anal as her, I find myself double checking the dinginess.  Thanks Roch!  She cracks me up!

Happy Monday!

jenn