Tonight

1. Catching up on my blog reading. 

Can I just say I love y'all? I love my little blogosphere. And I never thought I would. When I first heard of this strange habit, called 'blogging' -- a word I hate the sound of, by the way... it sounds like some sort of unpleasant bodily function -- I thought, how stupid. Why do I need to write about my life to a bunch of people who knows where? And why do I want to read about the lives of a bunch of people who knows where? But somewhere along the line, thanks to Marigold, I jumped on the bandwagon, and I'm so glad I did. It is the most inspiring compilation of women I have ever had the opportunity to be a part of. But I don't need to convince you. If you're here reading, you probably agree.

2. Feeling lonesome for hy husband. Even though he's sitting about two feet away from me at the moment. We've just been very busy little workers and parents this week, and by the time we come together in the evening, we are dog tired. We actually went on a date, to dinner and a movie, last Saturday. It was good to be together, but in all honesty... There was very little romance. On the drive there, we discussed the prospect of raising a couple cows and having them butchered. On the way home, we talked about Elsa and tried to figure out what could have happened to her. Talk of butchering and a lost puppy just don't bode well for romance. And, God bless him, he tried... Opened doors for me and held my hand and everything. I guess, in its own way, it's just romantic that we can be together and not feel pressured to be romantic. I do like it that I can always be myself with him. And I feel certain that our next little spark is right around the corner.

3. Feeling thankful for my husband. He is so good. So good to me. So good to our children. He's my partner in everything.

4. Laughing at Miss Peaches in the bathtub, as she asks for a 'squashcloth'. Oh, hee hee hee... I giggle everytime she says that!

5. Please don't run away when I tell you this, but... Thinking of Elsa. I'm so sorry! I hate to be such a downer! One of these days I'll stop listening to Jewel's You Were Meant for Me while looking at pictures of our sweet puppy and get over this, but I'm just not there yet. I could write an entire post on all the reasons why she was our perfect puppy, why she was my canine soul mate (she chased white butterflies in my garden!), how she lit up the lives of us and the other dogs, and how it just feels so wrong to lose her, but I won't. It would break our hearts all over again.

But thank you, thank you, thank you for your kind words and prayers! Again, I love y'all!!!

6. Trying not to aggravate a strain in my left shoulder blade. I think a week of wrangling and picking up children is taking a toll on my back.

7. Nestled on the couch with my computer (duh) and a blankie, while watching a Twins game. Mr. Blue Eyes is entirely pleased that I already had the game on when he came in with the kids from outside. Slowly but surely he is grooming me to be his baseball lovin' trophy wife.

8. Remembering that I once won a trophy with a goat on it.

9. Watching the kids enjoy their post-bath naked time. Is there anything better than naked time? Really? Especially when you're so young that you don't even realize your naked? I think not.

10. Just having to laugh a little about how the kids run away every. single. time. we try to get their clothes or pajamas on. Why do they do this? I'm convinced is purely instinctual. Because they just can NOT help themselves. Some deep-seated, irrational desire compels them to do this. It's perplexing. And funny. And frustrating. And intriguing.

But mostly frustrating.

11. Remembering that I wanted to tell you one more thing about our 'special' tomato...

The only thing more disturbing than finding it in our garden a couple weeks ago, was seeing what happened to it as it aged. No one could get up the nerve to eat it, so it just hung around (and may have possibly accompanied Mr. Blue Eyes to work and back) our refrigerator and countertop. The other day, I found it... (brace yourselves)... bulging.

And discolored.

And cracking a bit.

So I finally threw it away.

I don't know what more to say. You just can't make this stuff up.

And on that note, I think I shall retire for the evening.

Comments

[Tauna]

Sounds like you are tired to the very center. You needed to get away and have a date, but somehow not talk about kids, cows and missing pup. Of course I know that doesn't work.

I hope that things will start to heal and you will get peace.

You are right. There is NOTHING better than nekked babies out of the tub! I have billions of pictures of the kids running away from me. I love their little bums!

Hugs for you today!

Oh, and uh, glad you threw away the tomato. That might be the reason you didn't feel any spark.

[Flying Jae's Mom]

I hear ya with the romantic spark thing...we've been so busy "going/doing" that we haven't had time to go on a date. My hubby is working his normal shift this week, so my idea for us this week is to go through the attic together getting baby stuff ready. How romantic is that? Maybe we can do it while the kids are napping and just spend that time together. :)