What makes a good husband

For me this is what makes a good husband and the things I find I'm so blessed with.
- hard working, not just hard working, so hard wokring he gives most of his life to make sure we have what we need.
- sacrificing. I didn't always appreciate this but he will give the shirt off his back to give me and his family and himself the things he needs.
- loving. He may not have much time with us but when he's home (and not doing homework) he is the sunshine, Hugging and kissing me.
- he's not very good at keeping surprises from me because his excitement overtakes him and he usually spills the beans himself.
- He has big dreams and high hopes.
- When he is happy, he is like pure happiness overflowing.
- I am so important to him. Sure, we have our fights and arguments but his reliance on me is sweet.
- He believes in me, he encourages me.
- He is so loving and sweet.

I love being married but it isn't always easy. I love being married to Isaac though. I always wanted the disney fairytale life when I was younger and now I realize that the disney stories aren't about life. They are about getting to life. Life is so different. It is disappointing and hopeful. It is sorrowful and rewarding. It is a lot of bad and a lot of good. But in the end I have to believe it is worth it and I'm glad that I am on my way with a man I love very much.

Wedgies

I know it is really strange to blog about wedgies but I have to. A couple days ago I went to Maceys on a whim and while I was pushing the cart around I saw a girl infront of me pick her wedgie. She must have been in her 20's and while I'm certain she thought nobody was looking, she was also wrong! I laughed, I couldn't help it...but it also got me to thinking. How many people have seen me pick my wedgies???? I've certianly picked a couple in public! I'll never forget the time I looked out my front window accross the street and saw an old man picking his wedgie! I guess the moral of the story is, don't pick your wegie or your nose unless you fully expect to be caught by somebody. Speaking of picking your nose, I was once driving to work while I lived in AZ and I drove past my uncle. I recognized his car and was about to wave to him when I noticed he was picking his nose. Not just picking his nose, DIGGING in his nose. He probably had to stuff toilet paper up his nose afterwards because I'm sure it started bleeding. I won't say which uncle but here is another moral, don't pick your nose in the car, it is a public place. (Unless you don't mind being caught)

Kitty Anyone???????

For the last 3 days there has been a kitten meowing outside my house. Well last night my neighbors knocked on my door and said they had caught it and wondered if it was mine. It wasn't but I just have a thing for kittens so I said I would take him. I thought that it would be easy to take him to a shelter or something (I'm not allowed to keep him in my apartment). Well I called around today and they told me to call animal control. For some reason "animal control" sounds so heartless and cold to me....so if there is anyone out there who wants a kitten, whose hearts are pricked by the plight of little kitty.....CALL ME! He needs a home and he's sooooo cute! I would keep him but I can't.

Bad habits

Ever since I was little I've had this bad habit. I think it got really bad after I started reading Harry Potter for the first time. I pick my lips. When I am watching a movie or reading a book and things are really intense it gets worse. Well the last couple of days I've noticed that Kenzie has inherited this awful habit. Her lips have been bloody all morning. Until today I haven't found a motivation strong enough to help me quit picking my lips but watching her mutilate herself has given me new insight!!! Not even having TMJ as a result of picking my lips has been enough. Man, what parents do to their kids. It is terrible.