In honor of our 22nd, I’m revisiting last year’s anniversary post.
BrightSide, you’re my rock. I will forever be grateful to have you as a partner on this journey.
“Forever Family: do the math
It’s a special day for us. BrightSide and I have been married 21 years today. Twenty-One Years. Yup. That’s a long time. Not as long as our parents have been married, as T-man matter of factly pointed out, but still…”
"Well, I love a rainy night I love a rainy night. I love to hear the thunder Watch the lightning when it lights up the sky. You know it makes me feel good." - Eddie Rabbitt
And I do. I love the sound of rain on the windows, rain on the porch, rain bouncing off the roof as I stare at the water pouring down outside.
As I’ve gotten older I realize that I don’t even mind rain on vacation. When I was younger it was cause for despair, enough to ruin an entire week if it didn’t let up. But now? Now rain brings permission to slow down and kick back. Napping all afternoon suddenly becomes completely acceptable. Reading books in the room is a respectable pastime.
The dogs often have a different perspective, depending on rain velocity (is that even a term?).
This one doesn’t mind the rain unless we’re talking torrential downpour. Then I suppose whether Gracie goes outside has more to do with how urgently she needs to pee than with the wetness falling around her.
But this one? Phoebe’s a bit prissy and is willing to cross her legs all darn day if it’s raining outside. Because heaven forbid a dog get her paws damp in the backyard. (Then again, I can’t say I’d really enjoy peeing while it rained on me, so I guess I don’t have room to talk.)
We’ve been at the beach during a pretty iffy forecast, and I’ve found the kids handle this much better now that they’re older. Not that they want the rain, but they don’t get squirrelly and end up bouncing off the walls. It’s a big improvement on the days when I’d take them to a hallway so they could sprint back and forth to their hearts’ content.
Well, it is for me, anyway.
Linda’s Stream of Consciousness post kicks off Saturdays with a bit of this and that. This week’s prompt is rain/rein/reign.
My name is Laura and I’ve been called…complicated. I’m obsessive, except when I’m not. I hate making mistakes, I love feeling accomplished, and I’m not above spending an entire day on the couch napping with my dogs. I shop in sprees – long, dry stretches when it’s all food and gasoline before I hit random streaks of oooh, that looks cute and ding the credit card.
I have good intentions, fall on my face, then start all over again.
These are a few of my running tallies.
Running a day late this week, but better late than never!
What is something that people are obsessed with but you just don’t get the point of?
Fidget spinners. Lord help me, but I cannot understand how these things have become so freaking prevalent. I get they’d be useful for kids dealing with hyperactivity, but these things are everywhere. I know several kids who own three, four, or five of them. Then there are those youngsters whipping out the stopwatch to time their spinners so they can post their results on social media. I mean, everyone sees these are just things spinning in a circle, right?
What quirky things do people do where you are from?
The “driving in the neighborhood” wave: four fingers peeled off the steering wheel for a passing car, hand lifted in greeting for neighbors in a yard.
Make sweet tea with enough sugar to keep a kid spinning for days.
Monogram anything that stands still long enough to be tagged. Hats, shirts, car decals, pet sweaters, organizers, tote bags, travel cups – if it can fit three letters, you’ll find that super flowery script on it around here.
What are some things you wish you could unlearn?
That wolf spiders carry up to 100 babies on their back, and if you step on them the spiders will scatter everywhere. That spiders and ticks can climb vertical surfaces. And that dead skin cells make up some crazy percentage of the dust in my house. Eww.
Who is someone that you miss having in your life?
My mom.
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week Bear had a great time at basketball camp and T-man enjoyed kicking back for his first official week of summer. We let them have friends over on Friday night, and I’m grateful for the sound of riotous laughter coming from the back of the car on the way to and from the movies. Nothing beats that kind of laughter.
This week hasn’t had the smoothest start, but I’m hopeful this antibiotic will clear my infection without making me feel too puny in the meantime. I’m looking forward to getting away with the family for a few days and seeing friends I don’t see nearly enough.
Visit Cee’s blog for her weekly Share Your World post.
What’s happening in your world today?
I’m not talking about CYA, McDonald’s, “contents are hot” sort of warnings (although that kind of real world warning is apparently necessary). I’m talking about the useful sort of heads up that potentially saves a whole lotta grief. And stress. I’m all for cutting out stress. I’m talking about signs like these.
But those are just the tip of the iceberg.
Remember the thrill of moving around Life’s board? Choosing a career, buying a house, getting surprised with twins (or triplets!)…you never knew what surprises lay in wait. For those of you looking for a virtual game of Life, check out this Raquel D’Apice post on whether to have kids.
“Hi, I’m a woman in my late 20’s. I’ve been married for 3 years but we fight a lot and it seems to be getting worse rather than better. I felt like if I got pregnant it might help give our relationship an anchor—something we both love that would bring us closer together?? What should I do?
Solution: EAT A TOBLERONE
Thanks for writing. If you’re really worried about your relationship, a fun thing might be to eat a Toblerone Lady-and-the-Tramp style, each of you starting at one end of the Toblerone while you gaze into each other’s eyes and then later your partner could roll a separate Toblerone toward you with his nose? (Hard though, because Toblerones are triangular and will not roll easily.) Probably do not have a baby though, sorry!”
