TOTAL Destruction?

 

In my last post, I said something like "my house is in a state of total destruction."  HA.

Well, let me just say, I had NO IDEA.

It got much, much worse. 

The absolute only good thing about it (well, besides the finished product) was getting to see the throbbing, bulging muscles this man can sport.

Whoooo-wee.  You can sand my ceiling any time.

Matt knew with all the mess he made, that he needed to butter me up- so he took me on a date.    With the muscles and the mess, I didn't need much coercing, let me tell ya.

 

I pretty much stink at bowling- but I sure do have fun.  (And isn't bowling WAY more fun now that there isn't any cigarette smoke clouds hovering over your head and making fuzzy the view of the pins?  Amen to that.)  Matt on the other hand- is awesome.  (Stinker.)  

BUT.  BUT.  By the third game, his arms were getting tired (hmmmm- I wonder why?) and mine were warming up.  I actually got a strike.

TWO strikes.  

I am so awesome.

 Never mind about that sixth round. M'kay?

Our (free) Anniversary

 
 
 
 
 

 

 

August 24th.  The day we were wed.  10 years ago.  (The BIG 10!!)

We weren't able to go on a date on our actual anniversary thanks to Matt's work schedule, but you know me- I couldn't let the day just PASS.  So we celebrated twice this year. (lucky girl!) Once spending not-a-dime and going no-place, once doing something extraordinary (and spending quite a few!)  

On our actual anniversary we had a FREE date.... in the backyard.

The big project of the summer was building a treehouse/fort for the children.  We finished it a month or so ago (and no, I haven't shown you any pictures of the finished project.  Whoops.) and it came in very handy; on our anniversary. I stole it for the night!

The idea, of course, was to do something extraordinary to set the night apart. 

SO while Matt was at work, the children helped me gather every single candle in the house and every single pillow and take them out to the treehouse.  We used lawn furniture cushions, couch pillows, bed pillows, chair pillows, an old featherbed.  I laid white tableclothes over all (so it didn't look insane) and it was marvelously cloud-like (both in appearance and comfortableness).  We draped a bunch of sheer curtains around the walls and set up a few pictures and strategically located some matches and my camera.  The children were as excited as I was...almost.  Then we waited and waited.  

It was Friday night, so a pizza and a movie later, the children tucked into beds, Matt taking a shower... I taped a note to the bathroom mirror "Find me in the treehouse and I'll rock your world" or something along those lines (hehehe)~ I stole away to light all the candles and get drinks and cheesecake ready.

  Stars.  Peepers.  Owls.  Fresh, summer air.  Flickering Candles dancing upon sheer, ethereal walls.  Two slices of cheesecake.  Happy reminiscing.  Quiet reflections.  Hopes spoken.  Laughter.  Love.  It was a beautiful night.

I like to date

My in-laws took the three older kidlets to their house yesterday for a day of play and Matt and I planned a date.

A DATE.

This happens a few times a year-and look~ I have already gotten one and it is only MARCH!

My next few weeks are going to be very hectic, busy and stressful so rather than use that time to get caught up on things that need to be done around home (like change Judah and Adele clothes to the next size up since they no longer fit into anything anymore. Or do dishes. Or do laundry. Or organize the attic. Or sweep the floor. Or dust the furniture. Or. Or. Or. Or.) or stay home sewing while simultaneously looking around at the things that SHOULD be done and feeling guilty about not doing them, I decided to blow the whole day SHOPPING.

Not buying a whole lot, more just walking around.

Enjoying getting out of the car and getting only one baby instead of loading a cart with two babies then waiting for big children to get out of the car. Checking that they are holding on to the cart. Once in the store, waiting for five coats to come off. Before leaving the store, putting five coats back on. Shopping with one child takes so much less TIME!

Enjoying not ONCE thinking about dishes or dust or what to make for dinner.

Watching people (yes, I am a people watcher) instead of focusing on where my children are and listening to the most interesting descriptions of why their shirts itch their backs. Having uninterrupted conversations.

Actually going into stores whose sole purpose is not to provide milk, cheese and poptarts to patrons.

Meandering and touching and taking time looking in every department of the stores, not just the grocery aisle.

It was bliss.

I went to JoAnn Fabrics.
I went to the Christmas Tree Shoppe.
I went to Target.
I went to Big Lots.
I went to A.C.Moore.
I went to the feed store. (okay, that wasn't romantic. But my attire was the talk of the store. Who wears heels and sparkly shirts to pick up chicken scratch? It made the news)

I looked through crochet and knitting books to my hearts content, I fondled brown pompom trim, poured over sewing patterns, tried on shoes, looked at fancy shmancy kitchen appliances, oogled lovely wall decor and ruffled pillows, pined over lovely dresses and generally had a grand time of things.

And I came home with a few future presents for people (boy, am I on the ball!), a wooden ball for future craft project (any guesses?) , and (brace yourselves people!) RED SHOES in the clearance department at Target. FOR ME! (I have always wanted red shoes.)

But not before meeting Matt after work and going to dinner and a movie. ( I know, insane. A MOVIE!)

We ate at a chinese buffet next to the movie theatre since we didn't have much time before the showing. Being a mother who puts three meals on the table for a family every single day, my idea of a going out to eat BETTER involve me being served. (is this just me???) I just don't "DO" buffets. 80% of the offerings were fish of some sort. (eeewwwwww.) Not to mention, every girl under 16 at the restaurant was 9 months pregnant. (sad, sad, sad.) AND THEN, my fortune cookie told me I was a self-righteous snob. (Because of the fish???)

Needless to say, Matt was about the only thing awesome about dinner.

He more than makes up for things though.

Just being with him makes me quake with happiness.

We watched UNKNOWN and I almost barfed while watching a car chase and car spinning uncontrollably. (Guess watching spinning cars on supersized wall has a wee bit different effect than on a 17 inch TV. Yes, I know I need to get out more.) Or maybe it was the kung pao chicken.

Matt stroked the exposed part of my lower neck when he wasn't holding my hand. Judah was a dream. We laughed together on the way home, Matt can get me going until I snort hot cocoa and sputter for air.

I love our dates. Though rare, they are precious.

I love my husband. He is rare and precious too.