Mr. Grouch and I met in 1997, my freshman year of college, his sophomore year. It didn’t take long for me to fall head over heels. At 18 years old, I knew he’d probably be the one I married, but we were young and foolish and we used to drive each other batshit crazy. We broke up a few times and after 4 years of … Continue reading Camping Trips As Spousal Screenings
I thought I had already completed my obligatory Valentine’s Day post, when I wrote a love letter to my nasal irrigation system. But, then I thought there was no reason to disregard my OTHER lovey-dovey. No need to mention which or whom I love more. Mr. Grouch, you are a man apart, You wake me with your Good Morning fart. We met in the year Nineteen … Continue reading An Open Valentine to Mr. Grouch
My husband and I met on the soccer field – we were on the same intramural team at MSU in 1997. We talk about this long ago age in “pounds ago”, instead of “years ago” since we were once both young and spry. Sometimes we still play on coed teams together, or he plays on his own team and I do other things like yoga or jogging (running a half marathon … Continue reading I Stalk My Family When They Sleep. And Take Pictures.
Yesterday morning was a little rough. I never answer my phone when I see a number I don’t recognize. So, it was not out of the ordinary when I ignored my phone after seeing “Restricted” pop up on my caller id. I muted the call and went back to sipping my coffee and singing to Baby Grouch in my horrendously off key tones. Maternity leave … Continue reading Well, Shit, That Doesn’t Sound Good.
Just over 6 weeks ago, Baby Grouch arrived. She is strong and healthy and a lovely little peanut. She is also somewhat lumpy and squeaky and sloshy – as newborns tend to be. During pregnancy, my body ventured into uncharted hormonal territory – that is – my hormones seemed to even out and become what many would call “normal”. My moods were relatively even and … Continue reading Smile. Scowl. Cry (sad). Smile. Laugh. Cry (happy).
DREAM: My parents, sisters and husband are running through the city. There are “bad guys” dressed in military style garb scattered all about – on street corners, in buildings, driving tanks. It is noisy and chaotic, people are yelling and screaming. We get captured and are taken to sit around an outdoor fire pit. There is an enclosure around the benches we are sitting on … Continue reading Dream #14 : To Burn Or Not To Burn
Here is a list of my pregnancy transformations so far: 1. I’M A SASQUATCH: Okay, disclaimer: I have always been a hairy girl – with hairy arms and hairy eyebrows. Have you seen my 7th grade picture yet? HAIRrendous. So, naturally I married a beautiful Greek man, who has big brown eyes, a strong jaw, and very healthy hair follicles. In other words, a true … Continue reading How Pregnancy Is Turning Me Into My Husband
I’m linking up with Mommy Two Cents and Chosen Chaos for Ghosts of Blogging Past, posting a link to a blog entry from my first week of blogging. Click on the image to read some of the other blogs who are joining up for this one. I haven’t been blogging very long, so this post, about my husband, is from the summer. This is the … Continue reading Ghosts of Blogging Past
For our 4th anniversary, my husband and I decided to go on a road trip. We bought a new (used) pop-up camper, hopped in the Jeep and headed West, towards South Dakota. He had the idea for me to “blog” about our trip (which meant a facebook note, since I didn’t have a blog yet. He didn’t realize at the time the blogging-monster he would … Continue reading Sleep Deprivation Can Make You Do Stupid Things. Or, Maybe I Have ADD.
DREAM: The Greek Dance group is practicing at my house. Apparently they decided to use my house since I have enough space, and I have many rooms in the shape of circles. This is convenient, since most Greek dances are circular in nature. It is a particularly important dance practice because the group has been invited to travel and dance ON THE MOON. Exciting. There is one girl in the dance group … Continue reading Dream # 10: Greek Dancing on the Moon and Mononucleosis