Confessions Take Two – On The Flip Side

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One of the best things you can do for your marriage (or any romantic relationship) is ride a few carnival rides. When life feels too stressful, nothing is better than grabbing two tickets and hopping in a car on the Tilt O’Whirl. The two minutes of laughing out loud and screaming your head off will cure any emotional ailments.

I set my alarm twice during the holiday weekend in order to get up and watch the sunrise over the farm with my coffee. Both times I came up with an excuse and went back to bed.

My kid isn’t afraid of anything, except loud noises. Sometimes I feel like I’m failing her because she hasn’t yet overcome this fear.

I’m so incredibly happy that my daughter has amazing grandparents. Watching her with them is like every dream I ever had as a kid for a wonderful extended family. She is so lucky.

I missed Sandra Bullock. She’s funny. I’m glad she’s in movies again.

I registered in a contest online to win Harry Potter tickets. Then I registered again with my husband’s name. He hates Harry Potter.

I have a huge deadline at work, but instead I’m updating the blog.

My mother-in-law bought me a pretty polka-dotted dress this weekend, and when I had nowhere to wear it, I wore it to a Sunday matinee movie with a girlfriend I hadn’t seen in a year. Afterwards we played a few rousing games of air hockey. Best date I’ve had in a while.

Now Everyone Together, “Awwwwww”

Have you all met Miss Carly, my sister’s new puppy?

Carly

Puppy!!!

Carly Resting in the Grass

I almost snuck her into my purse and took her home with me, but them my sister told me how she threw up in their car, so I decided I’ll just make weekly visits instead.

On Being a Wife

This weekend I was lucky enough to attend the wedding of two fairly awesome people. Heath and Mikayla, who have been constant comrades of Trent and myself for the last four years, were finally joined as husband and wife. Their wedding was gorgeous, touching, and most importantly, very “them.” From the colors to the music to their poignent, self-written vows, each part of the ceremony and reception reminded me of who they are, both individually and as a couple.

One very important detail I took away from this wonderful weekend is the importance of a strong relationship, and more specifically, the importance of being a good wife. I’m sure most of you never thought you’d hear those words come out of my feminist, progressive, self-sufficient mouth, but just hear me out.

One of the points in Mikayla’s vows really touched me, and that was the part where she promised to be a good wife to him and fulfill his “many” needs. Though we all chuckled at that statement, I knew deep down she meant it. Sometimes our husbands do need quite a lot. And though it is my automatic reaction to bitch and moan and complain about how his needs aren’t more important than my own, sometimes I just need to suck it up and do what I can to make him feel better. And that doesn’t make me less of a feminist. In fact, I feel more empowered knowing that I can make him feel better when no one else can. I need to remember that when I begin to automatically get defensive. Sometimes he needs things, and sometimes I need to be the wife that he needs.

There is a saying that Heath has always repeated when it comes to certain couples, and it was the way he ended his vows to Mikayla this Saturday. When he feels that a man has gotten a better woman than he deserves, he’ll say that person has “outkicked his coverage.” Both Heath and Trent will readily admit that they outkicked their coverage when it comes to their wives, but I need to do my best to remember I outkicked mine as well. I have to try and remember more often that I’m not only a mother and a breadwinner, but also a life partner to someone who needs my support, even when I am not sure I can give it. Mikayla has always excelled at that, putting Heath’s needs before her own and holding her tounge when I have unwisely let my sarcastic side out of it’s cage. I’m so happy I get to watch her, and Heath, as they grow in their marriage. I’m lucky to have someone around that puts being a wife in a perspective that I don’t always notice during my daily trials and tribulations.

Heath and Mikayla, may you always be as happy together as you were this weekend. And when you’re not, may you remember your own words. Sometimes we all need to remember we outkicked our coverage, and put the other person’s needs before our own. Thank you for reminding me that doing this doesn’t make me a weaker partner, but a stronger one.

The Newlyweds!

You can see the very few photos I took (no time, too much fun to be had for photo taking!) at the wedding/rehearsal here.

Photo Blast, Part I: Florida

Last night, as Trent was working late, I finally took advantage of a free desktop and went through all of my pictures from the last few weeks. Keep in mind, I have somehow strained a tendon in my arm, so I was editing each photo with a wince on my face and wish for a nice shot of bourbon, so we’re lucky I got anything done at all. First up, Lu and I’s trip to Florida to see my mom. And no, there are no pictures of my hideous sunburn, as it was on my back and my mother has a bit of trouble using the giant super-camera (you’ll notice any pictures of me are either self portraits or when we put the camera on a timer and had 20 seconds to run over and pose).

Things to note:

– Sometime in the last three years Lucy became a kid. A real, live kid. It’s totally weird.
– I am nearly reflective when on a white sand beach. It’s like my skin is camoflauge.
– There is nothing cuter than a kid having the time of her life.
– I need braces.
– I’m not sure if I took enough pictures of Lucy…I mean, 50 just won’t do!

With that, enjoy the sun and fun, and someone please pass the aloe.

Leaving on a Jet Plane

Tomorrow morning (way to damn early, I might add) I will be boarding an airplane with my lovely spawn, bound for sunshine. And this particular sunshine won’t disappear after two days and become snow, like it does here in Kansas. I’ll be in Tampa, Florida, probably spending my days at the pool or beach, and spending my evenings drinking vodka with my mother while soaking up all the aloe vera within a three mile radius.

Sidenote: When my wonderful friend Abbie called me Megan Cullen, she wasn’t kidding. Those who are so pale they could be mistaken for vampires really shouldn’t visit the beach without a tub of aloe ready and waiting for them at home.

Hats

Doing my best vampire-Justin Timberlake impression. I will eat you, beotch!

Okay, done with the Twilight references now. Sorry.

I can’t imagine my internet access will be all that good, considering my mother still uses video tapes instead of DVDs (They’re cheaper! They don’t scratch! They’re easier to use!), and though she technically has wireless, it is rarely up and running. If you’re really dying to know what I’m up to, you can follow my Twitter feed here or at the bottom of the left column of the homepage. I’ll try to post pictures there too, that is, if my texting finger can still work my camera phone after all the sun exposure.

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