My poor husband has had a horrible ridiculously awful cold/flu like thing all week with super high fevers. I'm thankful that I've been able to take care of him and give him some comfort while he's been so miserable. Growing up with his dad he seems to have missed that 'woman's touch' that most moms provide when you're sick. He can't remember anyone putting a cool wash cloth on his forehead during a fever, or rubbing his back to help him fall asleep...I'm thankful that I can be that person in his life now and I'm thankful that he appears to be on the mend FINALLY. PHEW! It's hard work taking care of an invalid! LOL!
Now...crossing my fingers that I don't get it too.
Because of his germs we're missing his family's Thanksgiving party today and tomorrow but on Saturday I'm hosting my family and my Canadian friend* and my sister's boyfriend ** for dinner and the football game.
What football game? THE game. The Ohio State v. *ichigan game!!! It's not going to be pretty, but it's still THE rivalry game and I love football as a whole. Speaking of football....(this is a disjointed post, sorry, deal with it)... It saddens me that so many awful things have happened this year in sports. There's no one to blame really and then at the same time, everyone is to blame. Have you ever been to a big football game whether it's high school or college and looked around at the crowd and thought to yourself "wow.. for those kids on the field...this has to be like magic." I mean, for one night, for one afternoon, whole cities turn out to watch them play a game. To cheer for them, to cry for them. I can't imagine being on the field and looking up and realizing that. Put yourself in the Shoe...109,000 people all cheering for a bunch of 20 year olds. It makes me sad that for some of those kids that feeling of awe is not enough. Of course, the fans and the media make it not enough. We're the ones that elevate the players and coaches to god like status and expect them to be 'normal' and 'humble' and not to take free stuff when they can get it. We expect coaches to be infallible and to always know right from wrong and more importantly to be able to know what the PUBLIC will think is right and what the PUBLIC will think is wrong because that's the court they'll ultimately be tried in. I wont even get into the Penn State scandal, but it's the same thing with Paterno. There's no margin for error because the media will crucify you no matter what you do because you are the Face. I am increasingly glad that I chose not to use my journalism degree.
I digress.
Thanksgiving dinner-- we're having beef tenderloin filet steaks, a creamed corn bacon thing, lima beans, mashed potatoes, chocolate cake with caramel frosting and gingerbread. If things turn out lovely I'll share the recipes that I used.
I hope you all have wonderful thanksgiving holidays wherever you may be.
* My Canadian friend, I met her at the barn when we both moved our horses to Columbus around the same time. She's my riding buddy and has turned into a really great friend. I'm very thankful to get to know her :-)
** This is the first real holiday that the sister's boyfriend has attended. He's also coming to Christmas!!! I like this 'adult relationship' that she's in. It's a little more than just the 'college relationship.' I'm proud of her for how she's grown up and learned what's important to her and what she wants in a partner. The kid's got good values and I like that :-)
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
words to live by
Are you on http://www.pinterest.com/? I recently joined the bandwagon.
After a really horribly terribly awful no good very bad day I logged onto pinterest to browse some mindless do it yourself crafts (homemade snow globes anyone?) It was like God was speaking to me from pinterest..
" Don't try to win over the haters...you are not the jerk whisperer."
It's SO TRUE! I am NOT the jerk whisperer. I cannot magically make everyone not be an ass hat! Why do I let their ass hattery suck me down into that sneaky spiral of self loathing and depression?
I may have to buy this poster now...not sure it's work appropriate though. :-)
After a really horribly terribly awful no good very bad day I logged onto pinterest to browse some mindless do it yourself crafts (homemade snow globes anyone?) It was like God was speaking to me from pinterest..
" Don't try to win over the haters...you are not the jerk whisperer."
It's SO TRUE! I am NOT the jerk whisperer. I cannot magically make everyone not be an ass hat! Why do I let their ass hattery suck me down into that sneaky spiral of self loathing and depression?
I may have to buy this poster now...not sure it's work appropriate though. :-)
Sunday, November 20, 2011
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Saturday, November 5, 2011
Happy Birthday To You...
Today is my husband's 31st birthday! I've written posts about how awesome he is on my other blog that I have disbanded and I don't want to write something redundant so instead I'll write about...well...just his birthday.
My husband is a man of fairly simple tastes. He doesn't really like to get dressed up and go out to fancy dinners that we can sometimes afford. He is a stay at home and watch a movie, grill out or go to a long time favorite place kinda guy. We both had to work yesterday but thanks to a fairly awesome boss on my end and his flexible schedule we were able to leave work at 4:00 and got home early so that we could drive down to southeast Ohio and go to the Athens High School Football State Play Off game. Bret started loosely following Athens HS when we lived down there when I worked for OU. They were not ever that great but they were fun to watch since their stadium is in the heart of the hills and any footballl is better than no football at all. Last year their field was decimated by a tornado. That's a whole other story in it's own right but suffice it to say that they rose up and had a perfect season this year. This is the ONLY time in Athens history that a team has gone 10-0. So they made it to the play offs and Bret wanted to watch the game for his birthday. We drove down and went to Dairy Queen for dinner-- usually he wants to go to Rax (does anyone remember Uncle Alligator?) but that would have taken too long so we just stopped for ice cream and then went to the game. I am the kiss of death for H.S. football. If I root for a team, they will without fail , lose. Athens was not strong enough to beat my curse. We had fun though and came home to go to bed and sleep in this morning.
After sleeping in, we went to the gym and then to brunch at the Olde Village Diner. Cute. Delicous. Cheap. Then it was home to watch the Ohio State game which was sloppy and messy but a win and then out to the yard to winterize the plants and prepare for the end of fall. Intermixed throughout all of this was me trying to cook a turkey breast. Not the kind that is just a slab of meat that you would bake or grill...no no...the actual bone in half of a Thanksgiving Turkey kind of turkey breast. While some of you may be old hands at this endeavor. It was a first for me but I wanted to do it for Bret since his favorite meal is really Thanksgiving Dinner and when we eat Thanksgiving with my family we never actually have the traditional meal. 6 hours later (cookbooks lie....325 will NOT be high enough to cook your turkey at a rate of 25 minutes per pound) dinner was FINALLY complete. I think he's pretty happy and full... we had turkey, mashed potatos and stovetop with gravy and then I found these awesome boxed cupcakes called FundaMiddles. YUM is all I can say. Buy them. Now. Now we're collapsed on the couch watching football. All in all not too different than our normal weekend...but with just a little birthday flair thrown in.
I have heard through the blog-vine that a successful blogger is supposed to be more entertaining than just recounting their day to day existence so I'll throw this little nugget in here...
I love being a wife. I love to demonstrate my feelings about this by doing things for my husband that make him happy. I like to be with him. It's not hard. It's pretty easy given that we share similar interests and hobbies...but beyond that... I strongly feel that it is not too much effort on my part to go out of my way to make sure that he can see that I care.
What? Okay.. so, my husband, though he's a stick and can eat a whole pizza in one sitting and still lose weight, loves food. He's kind of a picky eater...but what he loves, he loves alot. So one of the ways that I try really hard to make sure he knows how much I care is to make his lunches for the week. Every Saturday or Sunday depending on how much time we have, I pack all of his lunches for the week. I used to just buy some lunch meat and make him some sandwiches with it...but then he was getting burnt out on the sliced turkey and I read an article about nitrates and got grossed out by the fact that he's eaten the same lunch with all that sodium and preservative for ohhh 5 years. *shudder* our children are going to have 3 eyes.
So one day, I decided to roast him some chicken breasts and make sliced chicken breast sandwiches. It didn't take as long as I thought it would. The house smelled amazing. We had leftovers for the week for dinner and he came home and gave me a huge hug about how awesome his lunch was. Well. I am a sucker for external praise...so I did it again. Same result. Since then, I've made roast pork in the crockpot, beef, more chicken... it honestly takes me the same amount of time as it did to make the lunch meat sandwiches but now we also have leftovers for at least one night of the week for dinner. It just takes a little more planning. Some of the girls I know at work just kind of rolled their eyes at me like I was trying to be Martha Stewart or something...but I'm not. I don't think I can explain how easy it is and how absolutely 100% rewarding it is to know that while he is definitely enjoying his lunches, he also gets that exta warmth of knowing that I put in just a smidge more effort just for him because I'm his wife and I care. I think that when he was growing up he was largely independent...his dad's great but he raised Bret and his sister on his own for the most part and I think that there has always been a little of 'the woman's touch' that Bret was missing from his life. His stepmom filled in some...but she had her own daughters too. I like to let Bret know that...sometimes... my job as his wife is just to take care of him. I don't think it's unreasonable and I don't feel like I'm relinquishing my 'successful independent woman' card by doing that.
Did I mention that he does the laundry every week for me? :-) Cooking is the least I can do...
My husband is a man of fairly simple tastes. He doesn't really like to get dressed up and go out to fancy dinners that we can sometimes afford. He is a stay at home and watch a movie, grill out or go to a long time favorite place kinda guy. We both had to work yesterday but thanks to a fairly awesome boss on my end and his flexible schedule we were able to leave work at 4:00 and got home early so that we could drive down to southeast Ohio and go to the Athens High School Football State Play Off game. Bret started loosely following Athens HS when we lived down there when I worked for OU. They were not ever that great but they were fun to watch since their stadium is in the heart of the hills and any footballl is better than no football at all. Last year their field was decimated by a tornado. That's a whole other story in it's own right but suffice it to say that they rose up and had a perfect season this year. This is the ONLY time in Athens history that a team has gone 10-0. So they made it to the play offs and Bret wanted to watch the game for his birthday. We drove down and went to Dairy Queen for dinner-- usually he wants to go to Rax (does anyone remember Uncle Alligator?) but that would have taken too long so we just stopped for ice cream and then went to the game. I am the kiss of death for H.S. football. If I root for a team, they will without fail , lose. Athens was not strong enough to beat my curse. We had fun though and came home to go to bed and sleep in this morning.
After sleeping in, we went to the gym and then to brunch at the Olde Village Diner. Cute. Delicous. Cheap. Then it was home to watch the Ohio State game which was sloppy and messy but a win and then out to the yard to winterize the plants and prepare for the end of fall. Intermixed throughout all of this was me trying to cook a turkey breast. Not the kind that is just a slab of meat that you would bake or grill...no no...the actual bone in half of a Thanksgiving Turkey kind of turkey breast. While some of you may be old hands at this endeavor. It was a first for me but I wanted to do it for Bret since his favorite meal is really Thanksgiving Dinner and when we eat Thanksgiving with my family we never actually have the traditional meal. 6 hours later (cookbooks lie....325 will NOT be high enough to cook your turkey at a rate of 25 minutes per pound) dinner was FINALLY complete. I think he's pretty happy and full... we had turkey, mashed potatos and stovetop with gravy and then I found these awesome boxed cupcakes called FundaMiddles. YUM is all I can say. Buy them. Now. Now we're collapsed on the couch watching football. All in all not too different than our normal weekend...but with just a little birthday flair thrown in.
I have heard through the blog-vine that a successful blogger is supposed to be more entertaining than just recounting their day to day existence so I'll throw this little nugget in here...
I love being a wife. I love to demonstrate my feelings about this by doing things for my husband that make him happy. I like to be with him. It's not hard. It's pretty easy given that we share similar interests and hobbies...but beyond that... I strongly feel that it is not too much effort on my part to go out of my way to make sure that he can see that I care.
What? Okay.. so, my husband, though he's a stick and can eat a whole pizza in one sitting and still lose weight, loves food. He's kind of a picky eater...but what he loves, he loves alot. So one of the ways that I try really hard to make sure he knows how much I care is to make his lunches for the week. Every Saturday or Sunday depending on how much time we have, I pack all of his lunches for the week. I used to just buy some lunch meat and make him some sandwiches with it...but then he was getting burnt out on the sliced turkey and I read an article about nitrates and got grossed out by the fact that he's eaten the same lunch with all that sodium and preservative for ohhh 5 years. *shudder* our children are going to have 3 eyes.
So one day, I decided to roast him some chicken breasts and make sliced chicken breast sandwiches. It didn't take as long as I thought it would. The house smelled amazing. We had leftovers for the week for dinner and he came home and gave me a huge hug about how awesome his lunch was. Well. I am a sucker for external praise...so I did it again. Same result. Since then, I've made roast pork in the crockpot, beef, more chicken... it honestly takes me the same amount of time as it did to make the lunch meat sandwiches but now we also have leftovers for at least one night of the week for dinner. It just takes a little more planning. Some of the girls I know at work just kind of rolled their eyes at me like I was trying to be Martha Stewart or something...but I'm not. I don't think I can explain how easy it is and how absolutely 100% rewarding it is to know that while he is definitely enjoying his lunches, he also gets that exta warmth of knowing that I put in just a smidge more effort just for him because I'm his wife and I care. I think that when he was growing up he was largely independent...his dad's great but he raised Bret and his sister on his own for the most part and I think that there has always been a little of 'the woman's touch' that Bret was missing from his life. His stepmom filled in some...but she had her own daughters too. I like to let Bret know that...sometimes... my job as his wife is just to take care of him. I don't think it's unreasonable and I don't feel like I'm relinquishing my 'successful independent woman' card by doing that.
Did I mention that he does the laundry every week for me? :-) Cooking is the least I can do...
Monday, October 31, 2011
The British
My horse loving cousin V came to visit the last 10 days. As you may have gathered from the heading, she's not from these here parts. My dad was born and raised in England and emigrated here with his first wife in his late 20s early 30s. He subsequently divorced her and married my mom (there's really no scandal here despite the fact that my mom was a rural farm girl and he was the dashing muttonchopped debonair older man from abroad.) They produced two daughters 10 years apart. Meanwhile his younger brother stayed in England and married a Geordie and they also produced 2 daughters, who are only 2 years apart.
My cousins and I were always aware of eachother growing up and we had random visits throughout our childhoods. They came here once when I was very young while our grandmother was living here and we visited them a bunch of times, less so after my sister was born. It was always family vacation though...until last year when my husband and I visited England on our own. We stayed with the youngest of my cousins as she is the closest in age to us and is single and lives in a beautiful home by herself. We had a fabulous time with her and invited her to stay with us whenever she wanted. Before we knew it she had booked a ticket for October! It's been really fun to get to know her as an adult and create memories that don't include me biting her finger which is her one outstanding memory from the last time she traveled here when she was 9 and I was 5. Perhaps she'd been eating salt and vinegar crisps and I was hungry?
Anyway, carniverousness and cannibalism aside, we had another great visit. We visited my sister in Kentucky, introduced her to the Cheesecake Factory, went to Hocking Hills to hike and even squeezed in a trip to the races, a boat ride and a horse ride. I think these visits in our 30s will pave the way for a closer family in our later years. My parents and hers have always been the glue that bound us together across the pond and I think it's really neat that we're creating our own glue so that when our parents are gone (hopefully no time soon) we will still be able to visit and be comfortable with eachother.
I *heart* family.
My cousins and I were always aware of eachother growing up and we had random visits throughout our childhoods. They came here once when I was very young while our grandmother was living here and we visited them a bunch of times, less so after my sister was born. It was always family vacation though...until last year when my husband and I visited England on our own. We stayed with the youngest of my cousins as she is the closest in age to us and is single and lives in a beautiful home by herself. We had a fabulous time with her and invited her to stay with us whenever she wanted. Before we knew it she had booked a ticket for October! It's been really fun to get to know her as an adult and create memories that don't include me biting her finger which is her one outstanding memory from the last time she traveled here when she was 9 and I was 5. Perhaps she'd been eating salt and vinegar crisps and I was hungry?
Anyway, carniverousness and cannibalism aside, we had another great visit. We visited my sister in Kentucky, introduced her to the Cheesecake Factory, went to Hocking Hills to hike and even squeezed in a trip to the races, a boat ride and a horse ride. I think these visits in our 30s will pave the way for a closer family in our later years. My parents and hers have always been the glue that bound us together across the pond and I think it's really neat that we're creating our own glue so that when our parents are gone (hopefully no time soon) we will still be able to visit and be comfortable with eachother.
I *heart* family.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
I do not believe there are any fish in Buckeye Lake.
But, although I didn't catch any fish...I did catch some beautiful things with my camera.
This is Cranberry Bog (http://www.ohiodnr.com/tabid/932/Default.aspx) It's a no wake zone because it's the only bog island in Ohio and the alkilinity of the water in Buckeye Lake combined with all the boaters is disolving it slowly. This causes some difficulties for boaters and residents of the lake because on occasion big chunks will break off and float across the lake. Imagine waking up with a tree in your 'front yard' that wasn't there the day before?
This is Cranberry Bog (http://www.ohiodnr.com/tabid/932/Default.aspx) It's a no wake zone because it's the only bog island in Ohio and the alkilinity of the water in Buckeye Lake combined with all the boaters is disolving it slowly. This causes some difficulties for boaters and residents of the lake because on occasion big chunks will break off and float across the lake. Imagine waking up with a tree in your 'front yard' that wasn't there the day before?
I just enjoy being able to put my feet up and relax while fishing. I am not too upset by the lack of actual catches...I got to spend time outside in the sun on a gorgeous day. I'm a happy girl. 
The husband and his dad... This is posed. I have given up trying to catch both of them looking at me and smiling at the same time. 
Peaceful. 
Thursday, October 6, 2011
All I pay my psychiatrist is the cost of feed and hay
And he'll listen to me all day...
Blogger sometimes aggravates me. First, the pics I uploaded were showing up so large that they were spilling off the 'post' area. Now they're tiny. *SIGH* Oh well. Back to my post. My 25 year old horse died in May of 2010. It was traumatic and awful and horrible and my heart was broken into thousands of tiny little pieces. The wonderful friends I made out at the barn I kept him at for the last year encouraged me to keep coming out and eventually I got the opportunity to ride one particular horse named Dallas regularly. Dallas is the polar opposite of what my Colors was. Colors was a 16 hand lanky and lean Saddlebred with a temper and a high strung personality. Dallas is a *cough* husky *cough* Quarter Horse with a butt that gets cat calls on trail rides and can't be rushed to save his life. I'm fairly sure that where Colors thought "OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS OUT TO GET ME LIFE IS TERRIBLE AND OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT TERRIFYING THING OVER THERE" Dallas thinks " Dohdidohtidoh...mmm grass...hey flower whatsup...dohdidohtidoh oooh sunshine...hey birdie." I rode Colors with English style...Dallas rides western. It's been a great experience riding him and re-learning a discipline that I hadn't touched in over 20 years. My heart is still a little bruised, I don't want to own another horse right now...but it's healed. I have found my center again without the hurting. Very little can lift my spirits like the sight of a setting sun on a chestnut's coat in the autumn light. My husband, I think, is glad that I have this again. He knows it's my 'quiet place' and where I go to find the calm.
This is my calm... enjoy
Dallas and his kind eyes...did I mention that he's trained to give hugs.
Dallas and his friend Buster. serious photoshopping going on here.
Part of the Herd.
Baron. He is the boss. He thinks he's the wildest Arabian stallion in history...but he's beautiful and he takes care of his owner on the trails. He never puts a foot wrong ever.
Why can't I grow highlights like this naturally? I would save so much money...
Blogger sometimes aggravates me. First, the pics I uploaded were showing up so large that they were spilling off the 'post' area. Now they're tiny. *SIGH* Oh well. Back to my post. My 25 year old horse died in May of 2010. It was traumatic and awful and horrible and my heart was broken into thousands of tiny little pieces. The wonderful friends I made out at the barn I kept him at for the last year encouraged me to keep coming out and eventually I got the opportunity to ride one particular horse named Dallas regularly. Dallas is the polar opposite of what my Colors was. Colors was a 16 hand lanky and lean Saddlebred with a temper and a high strung personality. Dallas is a *cough* husky *cough* Quarter Horse with a butt that gets cat calls on trail rides and can't be rushed to save his life. I'm fairly sure that where Colors thought "OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS OUT TO GET ME LIFE IS TERRIBLE AND OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT TERRIFYING THING OVER THERE" Dallas thinks " Dohdidohtidoh...mmm grass...hey flower whatsup...dohdidohtidoh oooh sunshine...hey birdie." I rode Colors with English style...Dallas rides western. It's been a great experience riding him and re-learning a discipline that I hadn't touched in over 20 years. My heart is still a little bruised, I don't want to own another horse right now...but it's healed. I have found my center again without the hurting. Very little can lift my spirits like the sight of a setting sun on a chestnut's coat in the autumn light. My husband, I think, is glad that I have this again. He knows it's my 'quiet place' and where I go to find the calm.
This is my calm... enjoy
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