I can't believe it's New Years Eve..I am sitting in the family room, with "Julie and Julia" in the background. Macen is in bed, and Grant is enjoying the first day of 2010 in Japan. I am sad, but okay. It's hard, this "Navy wife" business. I am waiting for the days that my little family will spend every holiday together, when we will actually be tired of spending so much time together...We have years before that will happen though, so I will muddle through this holiday grateful for what I do have.
I will be celebrating my son's 8th birthday this year, I will be celebrating my
41st , and Grant hasn't even rounded the corner...ahh, I guess I am a "cougar!" Grant and I will have been together 11 years...9 of them married! It's amazing to me. I wasn't looking for my soul mate, and he walked in to Blockbuster! I do believe in fate, or God's plan..whatever you want to call it. I look at what we have...and it's all because "two people fell in love."
Happy New Year everyone. I love all of you. You are all in my thoughts, and some day, you'll be in my memoirs! Have a wonderful night, and the best New Year ever!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
10 things husbands should never do...
(After reading this I had to blog it...)
By Diane Oatis
Guys, we love you, we really do. But as wonderful as you are, every so often you do something that makes us want to jump out the nearest window (or push you out first). Please, please, don’t ever…
1. Offer to “babysit” your own kids. When your 16-year-old neighbor does it, it’s called babysitting. When a parent does it, it’s called child care, and it lasts for at least 18 years. Get it?
2. Imply that office work is harder than housework. At the end of a hard day, there may be smoke coming out of your ears, but let’s face it: You’ve basically been sitting on your butt. That same smoke is coming out of our ears too—but we’ve cleaned the house, shuttled the kids around, run errands all over town and lugged grocery bags besides. When we say we’re exhausted, we are exhausted.
3. Give a home appliance as a gift. Forgive us if we can’t work it up for this one. A new washing machine? Really? Can we get you some new snow tires?
4. Buy us the “cougar” perfume. Under our crew-neck sweaters may beat the heart of an untamed vixen—but most of us don’t want to smell like one. (Nice try, though.)
5. Brag about your driving. This is supposed to let us know that ours isn’t so great. If my husband tells me one more time that he’s been “accident-free since 1978,” I’m going to reach over, grab the wheel and make the car swerve into something, just to shut him up.
6. Be unimpressed by a meal that took a lot of time and trouble. I don’t know whose fault this is (Food Network? Julie and Julia?), but every so often we get the idea that it would be fun to make stock and spend the day basting. If the result is less than earth-shattering, say something nice anyway.
7. Buy clothes without trying them on. We know that the second you get into a department store you start to feel faint, but do us a favor and take the extra five minutes. Otherwise, you know who gets stuck with the returns?
8. Know it all, especially in public. Oh, honey. While you’re going on at length about whatever it is, we’re taking the temperature of the room, and we know everyone’s starting to fidget.
9. Say anything remotely critical about our new haircut. Sometimes getting a new cut goes well; sometimes it doesn’t. Usually we know the difference. Don’t rub it in.
10. Expect a medal for doing a little housework. Umm…it’s your house too, right? For now, we’ll give you the bronze. Maybe someday, if you work hard enough, you can pick up a gold.
By Diane Oatis
Guys, we love you, we really do. But as wonderful as you are, every so often you do something that makes us want to jump out the nearest window (or push you out first). Please, please, don’t ever…
1. Offer to “babysit” your own kids. When your 16-year-old neighbor does it, it’s called babysitting. When a parent does it, it’s called child care, and it lasts for at least 18 years. Get it?
2. Imply that office work is harder than housework. At the end of a hard day, there may be smoke coming out of your ears, but let’s face it: You’ve basically been sitting on your butt. That same smoke is coming out of our ears too—but we’ve cleaned the house, shuttled the kids around, run errands all over town and lugged grocery bags besides. When we say we’re exhausted, we are exhausted.
3. Give a home appliance as a gift. Forgive us if we can’t work it up for this one. A new washing machine? Really? Can we get you some new snow tires?
4. Buy us the “cougar” perfume. Under our crew-neck sweaters may beat the heart of an untamed vixen—but most of us don’t want to smell like one. (Nice try, though.)
5. Brag about your driving. This is supposed to let us know that ours isn’t so great. If my husband tells me one more time that he’s been “accident-free since 1978,” I’m going to reach over, grab the wheel and make the car swerve into something, just to shut him up.
6. Be unimpressed by a meal that took a lot of time and trouble. I don’t know whose fault this is (Food Network? Julie and Julia?), but every so often we get the idea that it would be fun to make stock and spend the day basting. If the result is less than earth-shattering, say something nice anyway.
7. Buy clothes without trying them on. We know that the second you get into a department store you start to feel faint, but do us a favor and take the extra five minutes. Otherwise, you know who gets stuck with the returns?
8. Know it all, especially in public. Oh, honey. While you’re going on at length about whatever it is, we’re taking the temperature of the room, and we know everyone’s starting to fidget.
9. Say anything remotely critical about our new haircut. Sometimes getting a new cut goes well; sometimes it doesn’t. Usually we know the difference. Don’t rub it in.
10. Expect a medal for doing a little housework. Umm…it’s your house too, right? For now, we’ll give you the bronze. Maybe someday, if you work hard enough, you can pick up a gold.
This says it all!
It's hard to believe that Christmas 2009 is over. The holiday just flew by...Maybe next year I'll try to slow it down a bit...Maybe....
Saturday, December 26, 2009
My Boys!
This wes the best Christmas! Having Grant home was all I wanted. The 2 weeks flew by. Macen couldn't get enough of Grant. Everything was "Mom, I'm talking to dad, not you" or "Hey Dad, Hey Dad, Hey Dad"
One night I told Macen it was time for bed. Grant was in Macen's room playing a 360 game. Macen said to me "I can't go to bed. Dad is in there playing a game. It would be rude for me to tell him to stop..after all, he does pay the bills" (Those of you who have Facebook heard that story before, but I had to repeat it because it makes me laugh)We sent Grant back to Japan today and it's been very sad in the Caufield home. I had forgotten that I have the most fun when my husband is around. Even the mundane things like grocery shopping tends to be fun when Grant is with me!
For all those who are reading my humble little blog..Merry Merry Christmas.
May you find the peace and joy that this season brings.
Christmas morning!
The Christmas Concert
Once again the amazing Mr. Wuth put on a fantastic Holiday concert! Macen had a blast. We stayed after so Macen could play around on the stage...he and his friend Case showed off the muscles!
Macen...The next Wildcat
There is a story about this:My son idolizes a young man by the name of Dexter Daum. Dex (as Macen calls him) plays basketball. Macen doesn't. Well, for Halloween at school, Macen dressed in a basketball outfit like Dex..and a few weeks later he brought a sign up form for Fallon Youth Basketball. Of course we HAD to sign up. Macen's coach is great, and Macen has a few skills. (Making baskets, sad to say, is not one of them) He's had 1 practice and we'll start up again after Winter break. Keep checking back throughout the season to see how he does..Dex, he'll be counting on you for pointers!
My Crafty mamma
So, as most of you know, I am NOT a crafty person. I would rather just buy the stuff that other people make. Well, my mom
is the opposite. She sees something and she'll figure out a way to make it. She came to my house and announced that we were going to make signs....I laughed, and then peed a little when I realized she was serious. Turns out, it was the most fun I've had in a long time! We each made 3 of the signs to the left of this page. I did good huh? Nest up, Glue Gun mastery!Thanksgiving
This year I was blessed to have my parents come all the way to Fallon for Thanksgiving. It was so awesome. Anyone who knew me as a kid would be surprised to find that I actually adore my parents. My mom is my idol, and my dad, well, I just love him to death. My table is certainly smaller than the Thanksgiving tables we had growing up, but the food was great, and the company was the best! (no, we were not drinking wine, it's cranberry juice)
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