April is National Couples Appreciation Month. So if you haven’t let your other half know how much you want
to kill them appreciate them in awhile…then sometime this month is your chance.
My husband and I have been together since November of 2008, after meeting on the internet. It didn’t take us long to become inseparable. The fact that he could make me laugh ALL THE TIME is what attracted me to him the most. He’s not bad to look at either. *wink wink* I mean who wouldn’t fall in love with someone who was brave enough to show off “the goat” after about a week of dating.
Now I am sure you are wondering what “the goat” is right? And I even tried to find an image of it on the internet with no success. Basically it has to do with a man being naked and then tucking his balls between his legs and mooning you. I was tempted to have my husband demonstrate his lovely talent but I don’t want to scare anyone. But if you are laughing right now, then you have obviously painted a picture in your head and we are good!
We have been through a lot of ups and downs throughout the years, just like any relationship. But I can honestly say that the ups still outweigh the downs tremendously. We are both stubborn as hell which doesn’t help when we find some ridiculous thing to argue about like who’s better at driving or who takes longer to get ready for a date night. But through it all I have come to realize that no matter what…he’s the one person in this world who has and always will have my back. Who has seen me at my worst and still managed
not to run for the hills to keep on loving me.
I know I don’t tell him enough how much I appreciate him. I think we both just get busy with daily life sometimes and forget that this life we have built starts with the strong foundation we created…us. We both work hard to provide love and stability for our family.
We recently had the pleasure of spending an entire week together, on vacation, with no kids. The best part about the vacation was that I realized the foundation is still here…even with all the cracks and all the wear and tear it’s still just as strong, if not stronger, than the first day we met. Or should I say, since the first day he showed me “the goat”?
Have you appreciated your other half lately?
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I have acquired a small list of pros and cons for my husband working shift work. Particularly night shifts.
*I get the bed to myself. I couldn’t stress more how great it is to be able to move freely without having to worry about whether or not I am keeping him awake. I also love that I am not awakened in the middle of the night by his snoring which resembles that of a freight train.
Yes I snore too but I couldn’t find any funnies about women snoring. ((smirks to self))
I have heard ^this a time or twelve.
*I also get total control of the remote which means that I get to watch whatever I want on TV without hearing “what are you watching?” in a “I am a man I don’t watch this crap” kind of voice. This, of course, I take full advantage of and literally save up every episode of Housewives, Nashville, and any other “girl” related show that I currently like to watch, just for when he is on night shift.
*Taking a bath without being “interrupted”. Meaning….well we don’t need to get into description here but if you are a woman with a man who sees you in the bathtub you know what I am talking about. ((blushes))
*I don’t have to share my wine…I get the entire bottle to myself!
*I can go to sleep without feeling guilty about being too tired for “that”
*It’s easier to think of “what’s for dinner” because I am only feeding the kids. Kids are easy to feed…with the exception of the teenagers who sometimes frown upon what I have made.
*I can blog, play Farmville, or any other “me” addiction I currently have without feeling culpable about it taking up too much of my attention.
*I suddenly have writer’s block…
I am a food network and cooking channel fanatic. And when I say fanatic I mean it is on my tv all day everyday. I have become quite the chef just from watching cooking shows. Chopped is probably my favorite hence why I have 35 episodes saved on my DVR. Right now I am watching Bobby Flay make his wife some delicious looking biscuits and gravy which I will be taking note since they are a huge love of in this house. Apparently his wife is mad at him and he is trying to win her over…personally the way to my heart is not through my stomach but more like 20 minutes to myself in a tub with a glass of wine and maybe a massage before bed ((trailing off dreaming here)). Back to reality… I think I just discovered what I am going to be making for dinner tonight…yes I am one of those people who likes breakfast for dinner and so is the rest of my clan.
Now I didn’t always like to cook. I wasn’t one of those kids who was always trying to put something together and call it food. My mother had to literally force me to learn how to cook anything other then mac and cheese in the box. She used to have me make dinner a couple times a week and every time I either burnt or undercooked something. I was horrible at it.
Now over time I would pick up recipes here and there, usually very simple ones, and I would try to perfect the ones that I really liked and that were liked by others but still just never quite conquered the art of cooking not to mention I just really didn’t like to cook. How would I ever become domesticated if I couldn’t even boil water correctly? Back then it was easy because I didn’t have any little mouths to feed therefore there was a lot of eating out. I miss the days of eating out all the time…no mess…someone else does the cooking and the cleaning up. ((trailing again))
Now when I met my husband I had become somewhat domesticated by this point…I mean I would hope that at 35 I had learned how to at least boil water and not burn the toast. He too was quite domesticated which was one of the traits I loved about him. He had the ability to take any leftover ingredients in the fridge and throw them together and make it tasty. Wonder what ever happened to that man that used to do that cause these days I am lucky if I can get him to throw meat on the grill.
In our old house I liked to “cook” but didn’t really get into “cooking” I would make the basics…spaghetti, chili, broiled chicken breast. But whatever I was cooking had to have meat…I learned early on that a meal was not a meal unless there was meat involved, per my husband. I tried making a pasta dish one time with no meat in it and had to hear him complain for the rest of the night. Listening to him complain is like listening to teeth scraping across a fork…very unpleasant.
Now this is probably what I would resemble if I were to have my own cooking show. I still have no clue how these chefs can talk and cook at the same time. I can’t walk and chew gum therefore I would not attempt to have at my own cooking show cause who wants to just watch someone scurry around like a chicken with her head cut off trying to cut the head off of a chicken? Make sense? Of course not and neither does the way I cook. But over time I have come to appreciate the art of cooking. Not so much that I would run out and join some kind of cooking competition but enough that I feel confident in what I am making for the family. That doesn’t always mean that what I whoop up is a hit. Like for instance the time I got into making several types of pesto and putting that pesto on EVERYTHING…yeah that didn’t go over too well in this family.
So I carry on, introducing new items to my own personal cooking skilled menu. The fun part is I don’t find myself making the same stuff all the time. I mean if I can’t have variety in anything else in my life mine as well have a great versatile relationship with food right?