- First, my husband is doing awesome and definitely does not have some undiagnosed, fatal disease like I originally thought. He's back at work and fighting hard to get back 100%. We're still doing some follow up with different doctors but thank the Lord, he's going to be just fine.
- My kid is still hilarious and...two. Which is my nice way of saying she's naughty and defiant but still adorable and I love her to pieces. Especially when she says things like "tank you, mommay" and "i wuff you" and "coconut! no ma'am!" Hilarious. (Coco is the dog who is always stealing her cheese; it's an epic battle between those two.)
- I passed my test! Did we discuss this? I can't remember. Anyway, I passed my comprehensive graduate exam which means that (pending final exam grades), I'M GRADUATING WITH MY MASTER'S IN THREE WEEKS! Less than three weeks actually. 18 days to be exact. ::hairflip::
- I hate SuperWhy. It's this PBS show with four superheroes and it makes no sense. And of COURSE, my kid adores it. So every afternoon while she's watching, I'm listening to how they are screwing everything up, rolling my eyes from the kitchen. For starters, the only legit superhero is that pig. The alphabet one. Because without the alphabet you can't form words, nor can you spell them correctly. And without correctly spelled words, you certainly can't read books. Oh and you CANNOT CHANGE STORIES. Stupid Whyatt (ps-dude, your name is spelled wrong).
- Our lab is FINALLY finished with her heartworm treatment! That is such a huge relief. She is relishing in being able to race laps around our yard and not be confined to a leash and the crate. I cannot wait to introduce her to the dog park.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Randomness
I just realized it's felt like only days but it's actually been a couple weeks since my last post. Update time!
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
The Mister
Today is my husband's birthday. I don't talk about him a whole lot on here (do I?) but he's definitely a huge part of my life. I was having dinner with some classmates a few weeks ago and we were talking about the different stages of relationships we were all in. One was twice divorced, two were in committed relationships, one was widowed & remarried, and then me, married for the first time.
I was trying to put my husband and I's relationship into words; trying to describe the unique connection that we have. One of the girls asked if we were a team and I said yes, we definitely are. I kind of left it at that however I felt unsettled with my answer. As I thought about it over the next few days, I realized that while we are an amazing, wonderful team, we are so much more than that. We are each others coaches, cheerleaders, and critics. We are each others greatest strength and at times, greatest weakness. Our relationship is so much more than just a team. In staying with the sports theme...we are an entire athletic department at times.
There's a song out right now by Martina McBride (love her) called "Love you through it" and it's totally sad so don't listen to it unless you need a good cry. It's about a wife finding out she has breast cancer and the song is her husband's way of telling her that no matter what happens, his love will carry them through this dark time in their lives. I pray that no tragedy ever finds our family however, the words move me because they describe us. When I am weak, he is strong. When I don't think I can carry on, his love carries me through all the hard times in our lives.
Our relationship is not perfect. Far from it and yes, we definitely fight. More often than you'd think. But I can honestly say that in the six years we have been together (married for 3 1/2) even though I have had thoughts of murdering him in his sleep, I have never ever thought that I made a mistake. I have never thought, even for a second, about leaving or what else was out there. Instead, even on the days when he's driving me nuts, I smile and wonder what wonderful thing I must have done to deserve this amazing man. I consider it a privilege to be his wife. I am grateful that I get to wake up with him for the rest of our lives. And if you're rolling your eyes, wondering if I said "obey" in my wedding vows, rest assured that I am quite confident he feels the exact same way about me.
We are equals in the greatest sense of the word. We have a mutual respect like no other. But yes, it is still a privilege to be his wife. I burst with pride for him. And even now, six years later, when I see his name light up on my phone, I get butterflies in my stomach.
Happy birthday, baby. I love you because you're you.
I actually wrote this post one night a few weeks ago and came back across it this week. Oh the irony. In the past couple weeks, my husband hasn't felt quite right; he hasn't been himself. We're still slowly (oh so slowly) seeing doctors and working towards a diagnosis. This is by far the hardest thing we've ever faced together but we are facing it. Day by day. Minute by minute. I will not give up until I have an answer. A treatment. I will get my husband back. Our sweet girl will get her daddy back. We will overcome this. And in the darker times that are surely ahead, our love will carry us.
I was trying to put my husband and I's relationship into words; trying to describe the unique connection that we have. One of the girls asked if we were a team and I said yes, we definitely are. I kind of left it at that however I felt unsettled with my answer. As I thought about it over the next few days, I realized that while we are an amazing, wonderful team, we are so much more than that. We are each others coaches, cheerleaders, and critics. We are each others greatest strength and at times, greatest weakness. Our relationship is so much more than just a team. In staying with the sports theme...we are an entire athletic department at times.
There's a song out right now by Martina McBride (love her) called "Love you through it" and it's totally sad so don't listen to it unless you need a good cry. It's about a wife finding out she has breast cancer and the song is her husband's way of telling her that no matter what happens, his love will carry them through this dark time in their lives. I pray that no tragedy ever finds our family however, the words move me because they describe us. When I am weak, he is strong. When I don't think I can carry on, his love carries me through all the hard times in our lives.
Our relationship is not perfect. Far from it and yes, we definitely fight. More often than you'd think. But I can honestly say that in the six years we have been together (married for 3 1/2) even though I have had thoughts of murdering him in his sleep, I have never ever thought that I made a mistake. I have never thought, even for a second, about leaving or what else was out there. Instead, even on the days when he's driving me nuts, I smile and wonder what wonderful thing I must have done to deserve this amazing man. I consider it a privilege to be his wife. I am grateful that I get to wake up with him for the rest of our lives. And if you're rolling your eyes, wondering if I said "obey" in my wedding vows, rest assured that I am quite confident he feels the exact same way about me.
We are equals in the greatest sense of the word. We have a mutual respect like no other. But yes, it is still a privilege to be his wife. I burst with pride for him. And even now, six years later, when I see his name light up on my phone, I get butterflies in my stomach.
Happy birthday, baby. I love you because you're you.
I actually wrote this post one night a few weeks ago and came back across it this week. Oh the irony. In the past couple weeks, my husband hasn't felt quite right; he hasn't been himself. We're still slowly (oh so slowly) seeing doctors and working towards a diagnosis. This is by far the hardest thing we've ever faced together but we are facing it. Day by day. Minute by minute. I will not give up until I have an answer. A treatment. I will get my husband back. Our sweet girl will get her daddy back. We will overcome this. And in the darker times that are surely ahead, our love will carry us.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
What up, party people?!
That is totes my standard greeting. Ask anyone.
First things first, I'm alive. Yay! And I finished my exam. Yay! 52 pages, 11,766 words. You know you were wondering. No, I haven't heard if I passed or if I failed or if I have to do a rewrite (I'm not sure if I'm dreading the fail or the rewrite more) and apparently I won't hear anything for at least another week. Which I'm pretty sure is filed somewhere under "cruel and unusual punishment" since I turned that shit in April 2.
Professors of the world: it does not take 16 days to read 12 highly interesting exams ranging between 30 and 60 pages each. That's only like, 540 pages, give or take a few...hundred. ANYWAY, I'll report back if I pass. If I failed, I'll be hiding in a cave somewhere. Probably with no internet access.
Other news? Hmm, let's see. I got sucked into the Hunger Games phenomenon and OHMYGEEZUM, can we discuss that? Or no? I know for a fact that one of my measly readers hasn't read them yet (get on that, Egg). They are fabuloso and I'm going see the movie Thursday night with BFF and SQUEEEEE! I am madly in love with the entire story and I'm totes rereading them all right now because any time I read something, I'm all MUST FIND OUT THE ENDING, you know, in case I die. So I reread to catch anything I missed.
That's really all the updates I have at the moment. I still hate my job and on my teux deux list for tonight is "job applications"; I need to make that a more regular thing. I haven't really been in the kitchen much although I will be a lot next week because I'm helping to throw a couples shower for a fab couple (who are getting married VERY soon) and the menu is, how do you say, ah-mazing. So I'm super excited about that.
Oh and my kid is still adorable and funny in case you were wondering. This morning she popped up from a dead sleep (in my bed, thankyouverymuch) and yelled, "I wanna see Pooh!" which means the Pooh movie which she would watch 24/7 if I'd let her. Anyway, it was funny.
Catch you on the flip, yo.
First things first, I'm alive. Yay! And I finished my exam. Yay! 52 pages, 11,766 words. You know you were wondering. No, I haven't heard if I passed or if I failed or if I have to do a rewrite (I'm not sure if I'm dreading the fail or the rewrite more) and apparently I won't hear anything for at least another week. Which I'm pretty sure is filed somewhere under "cruel and unusual punishment" since I turned that shit in April 2.
Professors of the world: it does not take 16 days to read 12 highly interesting exams ranging between 30 and 60 pages each. That's only like, 540 pages, give or take a few...hundred. ANYWAY, I'll report back if I pass. If I failed, I'll be hiding in a cave somewhere. Probably with no internet access.
Other news? Hmm, let's see. I got sucked into the Hunger Games phenomenon and OHMYGEEZUM, can we discuss that? Or no? I know for a fact that one of my measly readers hasn't read them yet (get on that, Egg). They are fabuloso and I'm going see the movie Thursday night with BFF and SQUEEEEE! I am madly in love with the entire story and I'm totes rereading them all right now because any time I read something, I'm all MUST FIND OUT THE ENDING, you know, in case I die. So I reread to catch anything I missed.
That's really all the updates I have at the moment. I still hate my job and on my teux deux list for tonight is "job applications"; I need to make that a more regular thing. I haven't really been in the kitchen much although I will be a lot next week because I'm helping to throw a couples shower for a fab couple (who are getting married VERY soon) and the menu is, how do you say, ah-mazing. So I'm super excited about that.
Oh and my kid is still adorable and funny in case you were wondering. This morning she popped up from a dead sleep (in my bed, thankyouverymuch) and yelled, "I wanna see Pooh!" which means the Pooh movie which she would watch 24/7 if I'd let her. Anyway, it was funny.
Catch you on the flip, yo.
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