Marriage 101

We all need a refresher course now and then...yes?
So, after 10 years, Tim and I are an old, married, (yet, very awesome) couple.
I was reminiscing about the first year or so that we were married and I tried so dang hard to be the perfect Mormon wife.  Then, sadly realizing that I would never be perfect, I gave up and just tried to be a good wife.  Then, I spent 6 ish years trying to be the best granddaughter/daughter that anyone could ever ask for, because that's what was needed at the time.
Well, now it's just the two of us again.
Life is busy.
Sometimes, crazy.
Sometimes, I'm just busy.  And crazy.
And I need to refocus on being the best wife that I can be.
He's my eternal companion and I adore him.
I loved him then, I love him still, I always have and always will.
So, I found this on (where else?) Pinterest!
http://imom.com/tools/build-relationships/30-day-marriage-challenge/
I'm doing it.
Starting now.

"True love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the well being of ones companion."

Gordon B. Hinckley

Over You...

This video may sound like it's about lost love...I suppose it could be, but that's not why it was written.  According to the website www.tasteofcountry.com, "The song was inspired by the death of Blake Shelton‘s brother Richie, but that story is only overtly told near the end."
I echo the sentiment.
"You went away, how dare you, I miss you.
They say I'll be okay, but I'm not going to
Ever get over you."
It's been almost four months.  I'm still sobbing.  Almost every day.
She was such an integral part of my life.  My best friend.  One of the few people who never doubted me, always thought I could be someone, something.  Someone I could always run to.  Someone who, no matter how hard her own trials were, had enough love and time to comfort me.  It's hard to just try and move on after 30 years of that.

Piano Lessons...

I've been teaching piano lessons for 3 years.  I love it.  A lot.  I love my students.  I love sharing my love of music with them.  I love watching them grow and develop into great little musicians.  I love looking back at when they started and where they are now.  I love it.
So, like all good things, it had to come to an end.  I don't feel that I was really given a choice in the matter.  I love my job, don't get me wrong.  But, I was told that I simply need to be at work more and not take extra time off to teach.  Which is fine.  But I really hate trading one good thing for another good thing.  It's like trading a half eaten peanut buster parfait from Dairy Queen for a fro-yo from Orange Leaf.  It's not fair.  I'm afraid that I'm going to regret it.  I'm afraid that I traded the wrong thing.  I was given the option to just make lessons on different days or different times, but no one's schedule would have worked with mine. 
So, needless to say, I'm sad.  So very sad.  It took everything I had not to cry.  All day.
So, dearest piano kids, I love you.  I always will.  I'm sorry I let you down.  Please.  Go on.  Be musical.  Make me proud.

Things That Can Save the Day....(like Batman)

To say the least, it's been a dang long week.  So long, in fact, that it almost feels like two weeks.  So, today was the icing on the stupid week cake.  For both Tim and I.  It's been stressful and stupid and downright depressing.  Throw in a windstorm that rips the roof off of your shed and there you have it.  Tonight, the tension was just too thick and we were both incredibly grouchy...so grouchy that even Chocolate Milk from Reed's Dairy (which I highly recommend) couldn't solve it.  So, we decided that the best thing to do would either be to wallow in our own misery and laundry or go on a date.  We chose the latter.  Thank Goodness!  The entire point of this entry is to say that nothing can heal a horrible day like a good plate of down home barbequed meat.  Yes, we are carnivores.  In fact, I even skipped eating my delicious side dishes and corn muffin just to have more room for meat in my belly.  There is just something about the smokiness of the sauce, the tenderness of the beef and the combination of wonderfulness in my mouth.  So, there you are.  Be healed.  By barbeque.

It must be genetic....

So, I'm pretty sure that my cat has anxiety issues.  Yes.  I said, my cat has anxiety issues.  What can one do about it?  She's driving me insane.  I love her.  But, she's a siamese.  And a talker.  And crazy. And, I'm pretty sure she's the one that "marked" my new Enduro-Suede love seat.  So, you can't give a cat Paxil, right?  So, I went to Petco (where the pets go) to find some Crazy Cat Furniture Cleaner Upper and Cat Marking Deoderizer... and I see a plug in.  For crazy cats.  Really. On the same aisle as the Cat Potty Training Seat.  Wait, what?  Why are these on the same aisle?  Holy cat.  Seriously?  So, first thought was..What person in their right mind would potty train a cat?  Crazy.  Then, as I was looking at the deoderizer stuffs, my second thought was...hmmmm..I sure hate cleaning out a litter box.  And having little cat litter granules all over the place. And scooping poo.  Maybe this potty training idea isn't so bad.  So, I went back to see what it was all about.  The cat on the box looked INSANE.  Then, the thought came to my mind that the reason the plug in was on the same aisle was...because some crazy bat tried to potty train her precious kitten, making it necessary for the anxiety ridden kitten to need the "Calming Cat Plug In" Unit.  Apparently it has lavendar and mild catnip to soothe even the most crazy animal.  So, I suppose I'll just stick with the litter box, scooping poo, and embedded in my foot litter granules and not medicate my animal.  But, if she ruins my couch, she has to live in the bathtub.

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Love, Love, LOVE 2012

So, every year around this time, I try and remember all the things in life that I love.  So, here's a twist on your plain jane list...the ABCs of Adoration

A - Apples.  Animals.  Adkins (Trace). America.
B - Brothers.  Biscuits.  Baskets.  Brushes.  Butter. Books.
C - Cats.  Chicken.  Cacciatore.  Chesbro.  Cows.  Crayons. Cellos.
D - Dad. Dodge. Dirt. Dishwasher. Ducks.
E - Elephants.  Epiphanies.  Eggplant. Earrings.
F - Fruit.  Fireplace. Fudge. Friends. Football.
G- Grey's Anatomy.  Grandparents. Glue.
H - Hot, Handsome, Heavenly Husband.
I - Ice Cream.  Ipod.  Inlaws.
J - Junk. Jack. Jellybeans. Juice.
K - Kids. Kites. Kitchen. Kitties.
L - Lily. Lunch. Light Bright.
M - Mom.  Monkeys.  Matching Socks. Manolos.
N - Necklaces.  Nighttime. Nieces and Nephews.
O - Opals. Ornaments.
P - Pumpkins. Purses. Placemats.
Q - Quartets. Quilts. Quarters.
R - Red. Rumbi. Rivers. Real Deals.
S - Super Sassy Sports Sedans. And Sisters.
T - TIM.
U - Underwood.(Carrie) Ugly Duckling.
V - Valentines. Violins. Videos.
W - Water.  Watermelon. Waking Up.
X - um.....
Y - York Peppermint Patties.  Yummo.
Z - Zoo. Zipper. Zigzags.