i don’t love my husband.

actually, i love him very much as far as feelings go.

but love isn’t just about feelings. love is also sacrificing yourself for the good of others. it’s doing what you oughta do, even when you don’t want to do it.

and in the big things, where it counts, we’re good like that. we’re fine.

but in the little things, the “everyday,” the so-small-most-people-don’t-notice, i’m getting bad.

i forget to do groceries. i don’t look nice for him. i don’t cook enough. i forget to clean.

part of that is just what happens when women work full-time jobs. it’s tough to be Happy Homemaker after an eight hour shift with angry customers.

but mostly, it’s just me being lazy.

life generally comes really easily for me, and i’ve never really had to make an effort for anything. so if i don’t FEEL like cooking, i don’t. and if i don’t WANT to hang up my clothes, i don’t.

i know these aren’t big things but they are things i ought to do. and part of being an adult and a wife means that i need to do them - whether i feel like it or not!

husband NEVER complains. he is never rude. he’s the most relaxed person, and way too forgiving of my laziness around the house! but if i love him – not just in feelings, but in actions -then i need to step up and do my half of the work around home.

even when i don’t wanna.

i’m gonna snap

i’m gonna snap soon… but not yet. probably in a week.

and when i say “snap,” i mean “snap photos.” because i’m learning photography.

and not just any photography – wedding photography.

and i’m not just learning – i’m learning from the best.

i have a close friend who is a kick-butt photographer and i’m really honored that she’s allowing me to be her new assistant. it’s an awesome opportunity and i’m sooo excited.

an honest question.

doesn’t everyone want to stay at home all day in their underwear?

or is that just me?

monkey #7

because i’m classy

husband snapped this picture of me sleeping. wearing hot pink penguin pajama pants. and one sock. with the covers over my head. because i’m classy like that.

some friendly advice

1) Don’t bring small children into an insurance office for an hour and then act SO SURPRISED when they are bored.

2) Don’t send them to the lobby and assume that I will be watching them for you. I used to work at a preschool, but I sure don’t now.

“of chocolate and dog farts,” a poem

I walked into the pet food store to buy treats for my pup
and purchased one resembling a peanut butter cup.
I gave her half – she loved it! – then I put the rest away
reserving it so she’d enjoy it on another day.

 

 

 

Late that night I woke to hear a strange sound near my head.
It was my puppy, coughing and dry heaving in my bed!
She kept on gagging through the night, and when 3am came,
somberly I wondered if the dog treat was to blame.

 

 

 

Was it really safe for dogs? Did I misread the sign?
Perhaps it was a human treat that had chocolate inside!
I did the only thing I could (I hadn’t slept all night!) -
I picked up the remaining treat and took a tiny bite.

 

 

 

It turned out to be “carob,” which has a chocolate taste.
That meant I hadn’t poisoned her!  Her gourmet treat was safe!
When morning came, I brought her to the veterinarian.
He diagnosed her kennel cough and prescribed medicine.

 

 

 

Everything was going smoothly during her exam
until I was informed she had “expressed her anal glands.”
(If you don’t understand the term, I hope you’re not faint-hearted;
basically it means that she got nervous, so she sharted).

 

 

 

They took my pup and cleaned her up and sent us on our way.
I brought her home then hurried to the office. I was late!
Sleep deprived and frazzled, I spilled coffee on my shirt
and smelled like rotten Starbucks the entire day at work.

THE END.

monkey #6

his vulnerable side

if you don’t understand, please reference this post about my Sock Monkey.

random update

my best friend got engaged over the weekend. things you need to know about this:

1) i knew about the proposal since june. six entire months. it was kind of like torture to keep a secret for that long. holy moly.

2) her fiancé is the dude that i create those creepy sock monkey pictures for. i really like him. he has a weird sense of humor and he can definitely take a joke.

3) i am SO FREAKING EXCITED about this whole thing that i could probably poop out a squirrel. for those of you who do not understand, on a scale of 1 to 10, pooping out a squirrel is probably a 13.

4) somehow all this excitement culminated in me going to target and buying 4 pretty notebooks. i don’t know what that has to do with the engagement/wedding, but i had all this pent up excitement and the notebooks were on sale. it felt right at the time.

5) i keep making this dolphin-y noise (EEEEEEEEEEEE!) and yelling at random times. people look at me weird, but then i explain “my best friend is getting married!” and they always seem to understand.

so congrats best friend! i love you and am so happy for you!!

monkey #5

if you don’t understand, please reference this post about my Sock Monkey.