half this blog is about him so one more post won’t make a difference

Feb 15, 2013 | Holidays, Love & Marriage | 2 comments

Christopher doesn’t like when I write posts ALL about him.
Sometimes I do it anyway.
I love him even though he has strong opinions very contrary to my own about how meat should be thawed.
I love him even though the other day he was sick and kept insisting that the house was too cold. I felt like we were suddenly vacationing in the tropics and I hadn’t packed the appropriate clothes.
I love him even though we have 402 books on the bookshelves, most of which (370 to be exact) have titles like this. In other words, they’re books I would probably never buy. 
It’s very obvious which of the remaining 32 books were my contributions to our library.
I love him so much that I’m always passing along interesting things I hear because I know he likes that kind of thing. Like that time I told him that studies have shown the more birthdays you have the longer you live.
Life with me is so educational.

a tale of two trees

Dec 4, 2012 | Holidays, Love & Marriage | 3 comments

It was a very festive weekend ’round these parts. We put up our nativity, had pictures taken for our Christmas cards, and we got our Christmas trees. We have a regular size fake tree and a smaller real tree. I did want our big tree to be real, but we’ll be traveling for Christmas so we decided it would be easier to do a fake one this year.  
We went to Walmart to for the fake tree. I suggested these trees but Christopher wasn’t interested. I just don’t understand why. I thought they’d help us have a Klassy Khristmas.

After the pink, white, and purple trees were shot down we started looking at green trees. The tree we choose was sold out so we had to take the display tree. Walmart lost the tree box so we had to disassemble the tree in the aisle and wrap it in plastic wrap. And when I say we I really don’t mean I had anything to do with the disassembly. Someone had to stand in the way taking pictures.

I always dreamed of walking around a store with my husband while pushing a cart full of fake tree wrapped in plastic wrap. It was a romantic moment.

We left Wally World and meet Jenn at a Christmas parade downtown. Speaking of klassy, this float featured a HUGE roll of toilet paper.

On Sunday we went to buy our real tree. We had some miscommunication about how big the real tree would be. I thought we were getting a tiny table top one so it would be easy to take down before we leave, but Christopher thought…I’m not exactly sure what he thought, but it wasn’t the same thing I thought. That’s how we ended up with a tree that’s almost the same height as me. 

We basically have a forest in our living room.

We haven’t decorated the small tree yet because Christopher’s been working late, but we decorated the large tree Saturday night. 
There was a pretty tree under all that plastic wrap after all. 

party like it’s February 29th

Mar 1, 2012 | Holidays, Love & Marriage | 5 comments

I believe in celebrating almost every holiday, regardless of how big or small it may be. I also believe in celebrating achievements, especially in the form of celebratory meals served on the special plate reserved for just such occasions.
Christopher does not understand this.
Just this past Presidents Day I was bemoaning the fact we did not make James Madison mashed potatoes to go with our supper and he (Christopher, not James Madison) couldn’t comprehend why I even had a recipe for that, let alone why I would make it.
I bet he didn’t foresee that conversation when he walked down the aisle back in April.
Imagine my surprise and delight upon receiving the follow text this morning:
Christopher: Happy Leap Year/Day!
me: Why thank you! To you also! (Please note that I did not say ‘we should have a Leap Year Party!’)
Christopher: I wondered if that was coming.
me: Don’t think it didn’t cross my mind. Its not too late to start planning.

So that’s how Christopher came face to face with this picture on the front door when he came home from work tonight.
Please don’t ask what a frog fishing has to do with Leap Year. I never said my celebrating made a lot of sense.

To be honest, it hadn’t even occurred to me to celebrate Leap Year. I’m so glad Christopher reminded me.