Tuesday, November 2, 2010


Madeline made her debut early in the morning on 10/15 weighing 7lbs 13oz.

I'm grabbing a rare moment where I have the use of both my hands to type. It has been rough at times trying to adjust but we are definitely grateful she is finally here and healthy.  We decided on her first name about 45 minutes before she was born and her middle name followed later that day.  If you would like to see additional pictures please email me (my address is in my profile) and I will send a link to her web album.

I will update with more details later.

Saturday, October 30, 2010


Ah Midna, Terror-Extraordinaire:

Not only can we not keep you off the counters, table and the top of our 7-foot bookshelves but among your many other “talents” - opening dresser drawers and emptying contents, cabinet doors (even the uppers, which I can’t comprehend), kitchen & bathroom drawers (and emptying those contents), and yes, once even the freezer door!  Our home is covered in masking tape to keep you out of things.

The spray bottle doesn’t work on you in fact; you thinks it’s a fun game to try to get us to use it. Three squirts and your out, relegated to the crate for a while so I don’t lose my ever-loving mind.

I'm sure some day I will be amused by your antics when you are an older, more sedate cat. (please, dear Lord, please!) But right now, Beasty, you are driving me nuts!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

It's a...


No, Baby is still cooking but I slipped in front of Brandon a couple of days ago so it doesn't have to be a secret anymore.

I was on the phone getting health insurance quotes for Baby.  Apparently gender matters for quotes (in hindsight I should have just asked for numbers for both) After carefully telling the guy that Brandon was in the other room and didn't know, so could he please say one or the other and I would answer yes or no; one of the next things out of my mouth was, "If we can't get a child only policy, we do have the option of adding her to Brandon's work policy." (In my head the word her was completely emphasized.) I realized I slipped immediately but hoped maybe Brandon hadn't heard since he was making a lot of noise unloading the dishwasher.  No such luck, I heard him drop the silverware on the counter, then his hurried footsteps and him coming around the corner with a look on his face that said, "Did I just hear what I think I heard?" One look at my horrified face and he knew.

He was very nice to me about it, he teased me a bit and then forgave me, said he knew I didn't do it on purpose.  I was so close!!  I made it 13 weeks keeping quiet and was doing quite a good job despite everyone's best efforts to trick it out of me. I was very determined to let him be surprised at birth, especially since he was kind enough to let me find out at the ultrasound.  Oh well, what is done is done.  Of course everyone else is more than pleased I messed up.

Now that we can tell people, the next question is always "What are you going to name her?" We have no idea, we are suffering a complete block in this area.  Or to borrow a "Brandon-ism," It's a secret, such a secret that we don't even know it. This poor little girl will probably not have a name when she is born.  We have a list of a few names but none of them seem "right." Perhaps when we meet her one of them will or a new name will come to us.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Out of Control

Lately I feel completely restless.  I get irritated with the littlest things. While dusting today I got completely fed up with the cat hair redepositing on every surface after I carefully wiped it clean.  I love my kitty-girls but seriously, their fur is getting on my nerves.  Also they have both been acting up a lot lately.  I keep finding Midna on the counters in the kitchen.  I spray her with the water bottle to get her off only to find her back there minutes later. I have also walked into the kitchen to find Chu just sitting there on the counters when she doesn't normally do that.  They have both alternately been throwing up on our comforter for the last 3 days.

I can't find the motivation to do much of anything lately and I get angry with myself. Things need to be cleaned, stuff needs to be organized, we need to buy a dresser in the next couple of weeks, I want to get caught up on everything now while I am still able to....

ETA:  In the midst of my ramblings, trying to release the overwhelming feelings of frustration, my loving husband came home from work.  I apologized to him in advance, told him I couldn't figure out where the anger was coming from.  I felt like I was going to explode. I haven't felt so out of control in such a long time and the feeling scared me. He told me to lay aside the tasks I had only half completed and said I needed to leave the house and get away for a while. So he suggested we go see if Galveston was still there.  It isn't a long drive and we haven't been down there since the hurricane almost 2 years ago. Even though we didn't stay for long it was a nice distraction walking along the beach.  Our little trip did the trick, getting my mind away from all the negativity and it also had the benefit of wearing me out.  We both slept very well that night.

Thursday, August 12, 2010


I'm already in training for those nights that will soon be upon us, the nights of waking multiple times to attend to an infant. Because I've gotten to the "uncomfortable" stage, I'm not sleeping well at night anymore. I wake up frequently when my hips start aching from sleeping on my side.

Today however has taken the cake. This morning it was a motorcycle racing up and down our street at about 2:30 am which caused me to lay awake for some time. Then Midna found the cap to my jump drive and chased it across the bathroom floor around 3:00 am. Up again to confiscate and hide it. Next, it was time to get up for a trip to the bathroom. I managed to fall back asleep only to be awakened at 4:40 am to the sound of Midna cracking my jump drive in half (which I left sticking out of the computer that sits about 5 feet up on a shelf) and chasing that across the bathroom floor. That got her locked up.

And now here I sit, eating a bowl of cereal because I am far too hungry to go back to sleep at the moment, with a forlorn cat occasionally asking for release. I hate to think how tired I'm going to be this afternoon after a long day of working. (shudder)

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Saying Goodbye

(One of my favorite pictures of her as a girl)
Yesterday we laid my grandmother to rest. While I am grateful and rejoicing that she is no longer suffering, I am still sad that I won't see her anymore.

Even though her health had been declining for years, her death still came as a shock to me. At 12 she was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes and had many health issues as a result. Doctors told her not to expect to live a full life as a result but she defied them all and died one day short of her 75th birthday.

She was a remarkable woman, though her life wasn't always easy, she was a very determined soul. She graduated from high school at 16 and attended Rice University on a full scholarship.  She graduated with a B.A. in English at 21 and married my grandfather the same weekend. After only 16 years of marriage my grandfather died unexpectedly and she was left to raise my father and 2 uncles without him.  She did what she had to do, she leaned on family, went back to work and yet still found plenty of time for her boys.

She was thrilled when I was born, her first granddaughter. Some of my memories are her making me lemon cake for my birthdays because at the time it was my favorite and no one made it like her.  I remember the time she came to get me after work to drive me to my great-grandmother's house for a week-long visit because my parents couldn't take me.  I had many fun weeks throughout the years when I got to spend time at her house. In the past few years she hasn't been able to drive because her eyesight was failing so I, among others, have taken her to various appointments.  She always worried that she was a burden but I told her I was happy to help her out since she had always been there for me growing up.

(My baptism - January 28, 1979)
Brandon and I were fortunate enough to be able to spend time with her once a week for the last 7 years.  Since her eyesight was poor, I would go over and fill a few days worth of insulin syringes for her.  We almost always stayed to visit, I know she was pretty lonely being confined to the house. She was sharp tongued and could talk a blue streak, we enjoyed discussing politics, current events, asking her about her life, and getting her to laugh. Brandon was one of the few who could get away with teasing her and so he did. With a twinkle in his eye, he would catch her off guard and make her laugh. She repaid Brandon by teasing him about his "love" for baseball.

I'm glad I was able to spend so much time with her and grateful to have known her through my adult life. I will miss her, we all will.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Catching Up or Catching My Breath

("back blogging," trying to catch up on thoughts that I started but never finished.)

Ugh!  There time went again.  Things haven't been easy lately.  I was looking forward to the summer of relaxing a bit, where our usual activities and duties end for a couple of months.  Instead those activities were replaced with other stressors.

I was excited to finish VBS in June because that was my only major "job" for the summer.  Ahh, time to relax a bit before fall starts back in full swing and our little one makes an entrance.  At the end of the week I was promptly hit with what I thought was a cold but ended up just being a particularly nasty struggle with allergies.  In my effort to "protect" Baby, I tried not to take anything over-the-counter.  But continual coughing and round ligament pain don't mix very well.  I figured vapor chest rub was ok to use, except I found out after having it on for 5 minutes that I was allergic to something in it. (probably eucalyptus)  So I just suffered and "enjoyed" the other...er..."delightful" effects coughing has on a pregnant woman.

Brandon's work load has been insane.  On the one hand, during a down economy it is nice that he has lots of work to do. However, when there is too much work for him to do all himself and yet they expect him to, that's frustrating.  He has been working so much at home on nights and weekends that I haven't had any time to spend with him or quite frankly, talk to him.  Finally, a couple of weeks ago it took it's toll. A light bulb went off and I realized we needed to "fix" this problem.

Because of work we kept having to push our vacation back.  We finally just decided to have a spontaneous, week-long road trip which ended up being only 3 days due to work.  (Grrrr!!)  One would think that he is a doctor, always on-call with the number of "emergencies" that come up while he is gone.  We are planning a romantic, long weekend in September where we hopefully won't be interrupted by work calls since it will be over a weekend. (Crossing fingers) We seriously could use some "us" time before Baby enters our world.

My newest cousin, Alexander arrived on June 3rd.  I still find it a bit funny that I have a newborn 1st cousin.  True, my oldest 1st cousin is half my age but Alexander and our little one will be the same age. Another nice thing is we live close by so I have already had the pleasure of watching him a couple of evenings while my aunt and uncle went out for a bit. I can only hope our baby is as laid back as he is.  Not a peep this child made for me unless he was getting his diaper changed. Then it was like an olympic sport trying to get a new diaper on. It will be so nice for our little one to have a buddy so close by.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The "Big" One

This morning was the "Big" ultrasound.  Last night was a restless night, I didn't get a lot of sleep.  Throughout this pregnancy I haven't had a clue one way or another whether we are having a boy or a girl. When I did sleep last night I dreamed about our baby, finally getting "confirmation" of what we are having.

Needless to say this morning I was more than a little groggy and our appointment was at 8 am. I decided to go ahead and find out the sex as long as Baby decided to cooperate. Before they would let Brandon in, the technician needed to check my cervix and then let me empty my bladder before doing the thorough exam of Baby. I explained to her that I wanted to know but Brandon didn't so could she please take a peek before letting him in.  She laughed, said that when it's the husband that wants to know but the wife doesn't, the wife usually knows before they leave the room because he can't contain his joy. She looked a bit, showed me and told me she was sure it was a ______ but she would have to look further during the exam to confirm.

She let Brandon in and I just grinned at him. We enjoyed getting to see Baby again, little arms waving and legs kicking around. The technician showed us and explained to us which parts were what.  I could see when she was looking between Baby's legs, that was also the only time she was quiet, but Brandon was oblivious.  At the end I asked her if Baby was still what she had said before, she answered yes!

I am glad to know that Baby is healthy and happy, all organs are developing properly. We are just over half-way there and closer to meeting our little one.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Baby Brief

Baby has been growing.  How do I know? I finally have started to as well, though I still have only gained a couple of pounds. I joke that my body is merely redistributing.  I am now in week 19.  At about week 17 I finally popped out a little.  I am still getting mixed reactions.  Some who are still finding out I am pregnant are shocked to find out how far along I am and then ask, "So when are you going to start showing?"  If I where something a little more clingy I get smiles and comments on my "cute little belly."

I made my first maternity wear purchases.  I had been using the rubber band button-hole trick with my usual jeans (and still do) but figured maternity pants would be a bit more comfy.  I was lucky to find some long length pants in the actual store.  That rarely happens for me.  I have dreaded having to shop for maternity stuff for that reason.  Unfortunately the jeans kind of fall down so perhaps I need to wait longer or just continue to hitch them up.  I am getting by wearing my usual dresses and skirts to church for now.  I'm not going to spend a fortune on maternity clothes and I won't be buying things until I need them.

I felt first movements from baby when I was about 13 weeks along.  But they were very sporadic and faint.  At 18 weeks is when I started feeling movements more regularly.  Such an awesome feeling.  Baby is especially active when I eat, as if to say, "that's good, more please." It's kind of funny that I won't be feeling anything, then I take the first couple of bites and get some kicks.  It happens without fail.  I am still sometimes surprised by an especially hard kick.  When it happens I reply with, "Hi baby," which greatly amuses Brandon, he thinks it's cute.  I can't wait until he can feel movement too, I really want him to share in this experience especially since we lost Sarah so soon he never really got attached to her.

We are working on our own baby project.  I like the idea of store bought pregnancy journals but I can't find one that fits all my picky, creative criteria.  So we are making our own.  We are writing out all the important dates and milestones as well as notes and letters we want to leave for our child.  We plan to scan our writings in and combine them with pictures to eventually create a book.  That way, when grown up, baby will have thoughts in mom and dad's hand, something both of us would have treasured.

June 1 marks the "big" ultrasound.  Brandon wants to be surprised upon birth but has generously said that if I really want to know, I can find out and keep the secret.  Everyone says I won't be able to but I know I can.  I haven't been referring to the baby as "he or she" but only baby and would continue to do so.  But I know I would get lots of pressure from family.  They have all taken in turn to tell me they can keep a secret too. LOL yeah, right! So I haven't decided what to do yet.  Either way I can't wait to see baby moving around and "waving" to us again.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Mama Midna

With a baby on the way we have often wondered how Midna will react.  With Chu we don't have to worry, she is fairly distrustful of small humans and generally keeps a safe distance.

Today we got a small preview when Jessica and Emilie paid us a visit. I have to admit I was more than a little nervous because this wasn't my own child.  (Funny how that always works.)

When they came in she placed the car seat on a chair.  Both kitties came in to investigate.  They were both up on their hind legs sniffing and wondering what was in there.  Once Emilie started making baby noises in her sleep, Chu took up her post at a safe distance in the doorway to our room.  Better to make a quick escape if this baby "tried" anything.  LOL

Later on Emilie woke up and I was holding her as mama made a bottle.  She grew impatient and started to cry.  Midna ran up to me, looked up with wide eyes, and let out of very concerned meow.  As I sat down on the couch she jumped up and began to affectionately rub her head on Emilie's outstretched hand.  Her concern was adorable, she was acting like a little mama, trying to comfort the baby.

It will be fun introducing Midna to "her own" baby.  I have great hopes that the two of them will become friends in time.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


I still want to know how it happened and what I'm supposed to do.  I feel out of my league.  In late February I was approached, my name had been submitted and qualified to run for board of directors at church.  After much prayer I decided that if this is where God wanted me to serve, then I would be elected.  I came to find out that out of 36 of us who were submitted only 5 of us accepted nominations to run...for 5 positions.  When Brandon was nominated last year there were about 12 nominees for 2 positions. (He wasn't elected.) Needless to say, we were all elected to a 2 year term.

I have to say I felt a bit panicked.  God hadn't put Brandon in this position and with his smarts and wisdom, well I don't come close. What if during meetings I have nothing to contribute?  What if I have no good ideas? But then again, if this is where God wants me to be, I have to seek Him for wisdom to help me through.

He has been pushing me into uncomfortable leadership positions in the last few year, placing me outside of my comfort zone.  When approached to work with the junior high kids a couple of years ago, I felt scared, I hadn't worked with children in years, how was I supposed to relate to one of the most difficult age periods?  But everything has worked out and I have connected with and learned so much from 13 and 14 year-olds. I'm in awe, who knew that some of them had so much wisdom?  

My life was changed a few years ago by a class on personal finance, so much so that I wanted to share it with others.  They didn't offer the class at our church so I found myself put into a position where I would have to stand up and lead a class of adults.  *shudder*  I still don't find it any easier to get up in front of others and speak, but this is something I care about and it has impacted others as well.  I so enjoy them coming up to me to share their victories and updates.

It is so natural for me to think I'm not good enough, I'm not qualified, to run myself down.  That is one of the hardest battles I have fought for many years.  The enemy of my soul knows how to get to me, he whispers these things to me to the point I start believing.  You would think that after so many years I would automatically recognize the voice.  I do recognize the voice, I do realize it isn't from me.  I am working, I know I can't do it alone, to not listen.

And I have to keep reminding myself that I am doing God's work. That I have to seek His wisdom and strength so that I may be of good use as an adviser in the next 2 years.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Mystery Baby is Revealed

I got a text message this morning at 8.  My brother and sister-in-law welcomed their third child today.  I've been calling their baby "mystery baby" since they were waiting to find out.  Mystery baby is a boy! Now I've got one of each this year, a new niece and a new nephew. That puts us at 8 nephews and 4 nieces. Dillon weighed in at a whopping 10 lbs, 14 oz. at 39 weeks! That's a half grown baby.  I can't wait to see some pictures.

Happy Birthday Dillon!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things

Ah!  Some relief.  I haven't quite made it into the clear yet but I can see it.  "Everything" isn't making me sick anymore.  I can actually sit for more than a few minutes at a time on the computer without feeling sea sick.  My brain feels like it is working somewhat again. And I have enough strength to care about house work, projects, and exercise once again.

Our taxes are finally finished, all checked and ready to go out.  We usually aren't in a hurry to get them finished and sent ahead of time because we usually owe a little bit. I just didn't feel like pulling out and organizing receipts for deductions this year.  This year has by far been the easiest year in quite a few to prepare taxes. We came the closest this year to breaking even, (only having to pay a tiny amount) but for some weird tax credit I don't remember hearing about. Ah well, the credit will be partially donated and the rest put toward retirement anyway, we didn't expect it and don't really need it.

I need to research shade loving flowers.  The "harsh" winter killed my 3 best plants this year after surviving the last few winters just fine.  I want something colorful that will hopefully bloom throughout the year instead of the 3 dead plants still sitting on my porch.

I need to research and then make a scratching post for Miss Trouble.  She shredded the backside of our dust ruffle before I noticed.  Covering the entire surface in packing tape stopped that bad habit.  She continues to claw the rug and couch, luckily both are sturdy and don't really show her work but I want to break these habits for the time when we have nicer furniture.

We need to plan our vacation.  This has been a trial to say the least.  We sacrificed for years and years and now that we are out of debt and have a fund set aside for a nice vacation we can't decide where to go.  And this is our last chance to have one pre-baby.  Not that we won't be able to take childless vacations in the future, my mother has already preemptively taken charge during those future times, but we want time, just the two of us before this next bend in the road.  We have looked into different places, we just need to narrow down our possibilities, so hard when there are so many places we want to see together.  My only real requirement is that I want us to go somewhere neither one of us has yet been. Time is a-ticking though, the end of May is fast approaching.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


It's been a rough couple of months.  Now I know what it would feel like to have the stomach flu for 2 months straight. Ugh! I've seen more of the inside of my toilet than I ever cared to and no matter how sparkling clean it is, it still has a strange, disgusting smell to it.

But, great news!  So "everyone" tells me.  I've learned the strangest things about nausea and vomiting in pregnancy.  My pregnancy is really healthy.  I will likely go full term with little complications. Our child will have a high IQ. Our baby will have decreased risk for congenital cardiovascular problems.  All because I am throwing up so much.  Where do they come up with some of these things? I assure you, it is all very comforting when I am crying in frustration and pain because everything I managed to force down, all evening long, just came back up.

Rather than run the risk of dehydration and a trip to the hospital I knew I needed extra help.  Fortunately, the medication my doctor prescribed works pretty well for me.  Sometimes the nausea and vomiting is still stronger, but I am able to eat and drink more, though I still have almost zero appetite.

I haven't had any cravings, aversions on the other hand, I have plenty.  I am practically a vegetarian at this point since meat just doesn't taste good.  Drinking plain milk or eating yogurt make me sick though ice cream milk shakes go down pretty easily. My usual veggies taste horrible but I can't seem to get enough fruit.

Yet, baby is healthy and growing and I am happy about that. I am otherwise healthy, I'm having more frequent monitoring of my liver and my numbers are holding.  We are past the major hurdle as far as the concerns my treatment has on the baby.

I know in the end it will all be worth it, when I get to meet and hold this precious baby in my arms, when my will heart melt as I see Brandon holding his child. Still being this sick is so hard.  I'm ready to have my energy and appetite back so that I feel "normal" and useful again.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


This morning my brother and sister-in-law welcomed their first little one, Emilie into the world. 

1 baby down, 3 more yet to come this year.

Happy Birthday Emilie!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

First Appointment

Everything went smoothly.  I was told that I don't have to obsess about maintaining a perfectly, balanced diet.  At this point whatever I can keep down is what I should be eating.  Good thing since I'm having a hard time finding things that agree with my stomach. I appreciate a doctor who doesn't make a mother feel badly for not eating perfectly like some of those ridiculous books out there.  Right now, I'm doing the best I can.  She also suggested I take vitamin B-6 to keep away the morning sickness. (All day sickness is more like it.)  Crossing my fingers that it works for me.  I've tried sea-bands but I don't think they are doing much good.

We were excited to see the ultrasound, uncharted territory for us.  Baby is alive and well, and thankfully alone. Baby was very cooperative, measured exactly 7 weeks, and we were able to see the little flickering heartbeat.  The EDD is mid October.


On the last two days I was working for my aunt I noticed I was beyond tired.  Very hard to describe.  I had been working long hours for nearly 3 weeks by then but I was always able to work through the tiredness. This just felt like I was dragging.  Luckily it wasn't too busy and I was working more on data entry and paperwork.  I also noticed that I was waking up early in the morning with a full bladder and making more frequent trips to the bathroom.  Another indication, I wasn't starting on my monthly downward spiral.

I kept thinking, "maybe" but tried not to get too far ahead of myself.  I remember praying repeatedly for God to protect my heart in the event that I faced another month of disappointment.  But the thought persisted.  I found myself, without thinking, making plans as if I were already pregnant.  When I caught myself doing this, I would try to correct my thinking.

In our long years of trying I can count on one hand the number of pregnancy tests I have taken.  Charting helps, an early warning system, if you will.  This time I waited very impatiently until the day my period was expected  to test.  Early that morning I woke, took my temperature, saw it was still high, then went to the bathroom to test.  I didn't have to wait long before my suspicions proved true.

I wandered back to bed and just sat there looking at Brandon, suddenly shy, not knowing how to tell him. He started to stir, and sleepily told me to lay back down.  I asked if he was awake.  Yes.  I told him I knew now why I had been feeling so off lately.  Why?  Because I'm pregnant.  Are you sure?  Yes.  To which he said, I'm awake now!  We lay there for an hour just discussing things.

We are excited, yet somewhat subdued this time.  The last few years, especially this past year have been emotionally draining.  We just don't have the same innocence we had the first time around. I was a bit anxious for a few days but woke up one morning and realized that no matter what happens everything will be alright. Last time I remember being overly concerned with really stupid stuff, and later regretted not enjoying the short time I did have. Even though I know it won't be roses and kittens all the time, I want to enjoy this experience, I won't ever get it back.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Looking on the Bright Side

This winter has been colder than I ever remember.  We've had longer periods of cold then we are used to.  Today I am making the most of a cold, wet day by curling up with a nice cup of hot tea.  Summer will be here with a vengeance all too soon and for too long so I will enjoy this while it lasts.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Snow Business

I wish we had snow here so I could throw the girls out in it to see how they would react. Pretty much like this I guess.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Going For a New World Record (Not Really)

For the record I took down my live Christmas tree tonight. It was actually still green. (Apparently we picked out a good one.) It's not that I'm lazy, I just haven't been home except to sleep over the last month. For good measure, on the way to the trash, Brandon made sure to shake it out in the hallway in front of our door. That way everyone who walks by will know just which goobers didn't take their tree down until now. Yes, I am so proud. ;)

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Midna Mischief

Midna goes everywhere, gets into everything. She enjoys perching on top of the upper kitchen cabinets where she can survey the entire apartment. She does this by jumping on the counter, (ick) onto the refrigerator, and then to the cabinets.

Yesterday, she managed to push open the freezer door as she launched herself upwards. Brandon came home to find ice cream "soup" on the floor and mostly thawed out meat. It took him quite a while to clean up the mess and he locked her in her cage to keep her out of the way. I came home right after he finished cleaning to the sound of plaintive meows, begging me to let her out.

I suppose we need to invest in a child lock for the freezer door. In the mean time I improvised by taping the door shut with packing tape. Very "Aggie engineered."

So in the next few days I will be making various chicken casserole recipes to freeze since I now have about 5 pounds of defrosted chicken.

Thanks kitty!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Daily Grind, Temporarily

Working hard, no free time, hardly time to catch my breath. I get up, go to work for 10 hours, come home, and collapse in exhaustion. Next day, rinse and repeat. I am exhausted and sore, the work is tedious, but I couldn't be happier. I welcome the distraction from months of chasing my tail. The work is only temporary and I said yes because I am helping someone out of a bind. I'm definitely not doing it for the money, though anything extra is always welcome. I have plans for this little bit up money. Frightening plans. Plans I'm not quite ready to talk about until they are more solidified. It's time to move on with my future. It may not be right for me but I'm willing to step out and take the risk. If it doesn't work out, that's okay, at least I will have tried.

ETA: I am working in a college textbook store during book rush. My aunt runs the store and needed someone on short notice. Since I worked at the on campus bookstore at A&M during my college years and I'm not currently working anywhere else, she called me up. I spend the day helping students find their books, labeling, stocking, buying back, and selling books. I had forgotten how busy it can be and of course now I'm older so I don't have the energy I used to. LOL

Monday, January 18, 2010

My Fuzzy Man

I have discussed with Brandon over the years that he had better not grow a beard and mustache, I just knew it would look bad.  He agreed.  This December he took lots of vacation days and didn't worry about shaving.  We both thought, what if, and agreed to see who could stand it longer.  Fast forward to now, I actually like it, surprise, surprise.

Yesterday at church, I had just returned to the choir loft at the front of the church.  I looked down to see Brandon waiting to kneel at the communion rail and my heart started racing.  He looked hot!  What I'm sure was a dopey grin slipped on my face and I praised God that after 13 years of being together I could still be delighted by the sight of my husband.  Sounds silly, I know.  But one of the things I try to guard against is taking Brandon for granted.

He was amused when we climbed in the car and I shared my experience with him.  He never imagined I would like him so much with facial hair.  Yes, I was eating my words. So he's going to maintain it. He gets mixed reactions.  Most of our junior high kids tell him he needs to shave, that he looks old.  Adults tell him he looks distinguished.  The owner of his company says all he needs is a flannel shirt and an ax and he's all set.