I'm an eReader

I swore I'd never read a book online. No kindle for me. I'm a traditionalist. I like the smell and feel of a good old fashioned book in my hands. Well, that was before my iPhone. When I discovered I could wander around with the Internet, movies, music and books in my pocket I sold out! I am a huge fan of kindle for iPhone now. I have 5 different ebooks on it. Can you imagine if I were carrying around 5 regular books? I'd need a backpack and a chiropractor! I heart technology, it's made me the eReader I am today!

Three Hundred & Sixtyfive

Today is the last day of the first year of my marriage. From day one it has been one hell of a roller coaster ride. There were times when, I'm not gonna lie, I thought we'd never get here, but through the ups, downs, and loopty loops we came on. Somedays we skipped and some days we trudged! We yelled. We laughed. We fought and made up. We kissed. We cried. We almost walked out. Somehow we made it work. In good times and bad, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, as long as we both shall live? Who's the smart ass that came up with those "traditional" vows of matrimony. I mean, seriously, what twitterpated bride or groom really comprehends what they're saying when they're promising to love, honor, and cherish a virtual stranger! You think you know, but you have no idea. Do I regret getting married? On my worst days, when I'm being a selfish brat, I do. Are there things I wish I could go back and change from this year, heck yeah! Am I glad I did it? Yes. Did I just say yes? Yes. And that's the truth. That single yes weighs heavier in the balance than all the hurts of this last year, because bless his heart, I do love him.

The aftermath of hurricane Amor

When I got home last night the bedroom was tidy. The bathroom was clean and neat. There was order in my world. This morning I come in the bathroom and the shower curtain is left open. There is a huge battery to some drill charging on my bathroom counter. The drill is perched on my dresser. The towels are all askew. The drawer to the bedside table is hanging open. And someone must have melted because all that's left is a puddle of clothes! This is a word picture of how my life has been since I met Hurricane Amor!

Absence Does Make the Heart Grow Fonder

I got home last night from a 4 day trip to the Valley. I came in the quiet house and unpacked, sorted laundry for tomorrow and took a shower. I had just settled into bed with a book, determined to stay awake until atleast 9, when my door burst open and Amor was yelling at the top of his lungs! "what the heck's going on in here? Is that you? I can't believe that. Let me rub my eyes and check again". I laughed and told him he was crazy. He kissed me and left again. Half an hour later he was back and I won't tell you what happened but I think he missed me a lot! I will have to try this again soon.

So close, but you shoot yourself in the foot!

Amor brings home a sweet hand made valentine last night. Impressed and touched by the effort a happy little glow infuses. I gave him a card. We had a nice peaceful evening. This morning the little glow is keeping me warm as I go off to work. I call him to announce the $100 savings I just got us in our cable/Internet bill. He tells because it's more than what his friend pays...and the little glow is snuffed out. Stamped into oblivion by the heartless jack ass!

Surrounded by Love

I look around the room. Every flat surface is covered by pictures. Smiling faces of his wife, his daughters, and all his "boogers". The bed where he spent every night of the last thirty plus years with the love of his life is gone. Replaced by a hospital bed with whirring ticking sighing appendages. He is waiting, we're not sure what for. Perhaps it's the goodbye kiss of every grandchild, the surety that we are ok, that we will be ok. We wait. We watch. He sleeps on, surrounded by the love he created. We are not on death watch. We are on a heaven watch, for in that moment that he draws his last breath here he will draw his next there. He will open his eyes to his bride elbowing Saint Peter out of the way at those pearly gates. What a welcome home party he will find. We will cry for a Papa sized hole will have formed in our hearts. Hearts that may feel like Swiss cheese for all their recent holes. We will smile through tears and remember the wonderful man who has gone on to ship shape up Heaven for our arrival someday. We will go on because that's what he taught us to do with every breath and every moment of his life. Someday soon we will have our family reunion in the sky and on that day there will be much rejoicing. Back here we may not be able to rejoice for awhile but we will again...because the He Coon said so.

Pinterest in my Kitchen

Well, I have now recreated two recipes that I pinned on Pinterest. The first one was a recipe for Blueberry Cheesecake Pockets. It was one of the easiest recipes I've ever done and the result was quite yummy. Tonight I made Chocolate Chip Cookie Cheesecake Bars. I won't know how they taste until tomorrow but all the components tasted yummy. I hope it tastes as good as it smells. The recipe says to make sure the pan is totally chilled before cutting into bars. Since I don't have any room in my fridge I put the bars out in my truck! It should be as cold as a fridge out there tonight!!