I would say that time flew by, but that sounds a little too much like a bad pun. However, the truth is, it did go by very quickly. We were sad to see them go, but it was time for them to move on to "greener pastures". O knew from the beginning that we would only have them for a little while because when they got bigger, they would have to move in with someone who could let them play outside. She was really cool about the whole thing. When we were saying goodbye, O told C, "They're a little nervous about their new home". The following morning she came in my room to snuggle and the first comment out of her mouth was about the chicks. One thing she asked was, "Do you think they miss us"?
LT and I both enjoyed watching her with a "pet". One day, we may break down and get her a dog, an OUTSIDE dog. However, that is still YEARS way.
So, LT and I celebrated our 10 year anniversary this year. I feel like we've been together forever. In fact, I have no recollection of our first 3 anniversaries. Neither of us do. But, this is how we celebrated our other anniversaries.
4th - LT had the stomach flu, we cancelled our dinner date.
5th - LT was on a carrier near S. America. I was getting Scuba Certified in Thailand.
6th - LT had been tasked to organize a retirement party for work. It took ALL of his free time for weeks. He had a mandatory dinner with his co-workers the night of our anniversary, so he wasn't around. I was pretty put out. He was nice enough to bring something home for me. He was at a mexican restaurant and he asked the waiter for something really good. What he brought home looked like a deep fried heart. I kid you not, it was the shape of a heart and it was covered with batter. I still refer to it as the "anniversary autopsy". I carefully cut into the outer covering and removed the batter. It ended up being a deep fried, stuffed green pepper. At the time, I didn't eat green peppers, so it was kind of a dud.
7th - LT was on a submarine. I went to Sea World with O.
8th - LT was in Djibouti. I went to Nassau, Bahamas.
9th - We had just moved to MD and had only been reunited for 3 months. We were still getting used to each other again and neither of us recall if we went on a date.
10th - WE SPENT IT TOGETHER!!!! It was one of the first anniversaries we've really celebrated in a long time. A great friend offered to take O overnight and we spent the day in DC.
I reserved a little bed and breakfast on www.hostelworld.com. I still laugh when I think about it.
We explored some of the touristy sights.
Walked A LOT.
Ate at a dive of a restaurant, and the food was exceptional.
Got a parking ticket. (It was issued at 6:33. I still don't think we should have paid it).
Watched two episodes of Bones, our favorite show, and were out by 10:30. (Our bed was what I call a taco bed. It kind of folded up around us and rolled us into the middle.)
O had the time of her life at her sleep over. Thanks again M for your generous gift to us.
I know this would be a good place to put all sorts of mushy, lovey comments about LT, but I'm just not a cheesy kind of girl. What I will say is that we are perfectly matched and I feel like one lucky woman. I love my man and I love how he loves me. He knows me better than I know myself at times. I had no idea marriage could be so good. I had no idea a relationship could be so good, and I look forward to the next 10 or bazillion years together.
We were pretty much lazy bums all day. O woke up at 11:00 p.m. and didn't go back to sleep until 3:00 a.m.
I had planned to go to the "Food and Farming Freedom" Rally in DC with a friend, but I cancelled. O and I were pretty out of sorts from being up. My friend said she had a great time at the rally. Here is an excerpt from her blog. (It's private, otherwise I'd send you over there).
"Recently, Pennsylvania Amish farmer Dan Allgyer was the victim of an undercover sting and armed raid by FDA agents. He is now facing legal action for providing raw (unpasteurized) milk to Maryland residents. Raw milk sales are illegal in Maryland, so the only way to obtain it is to go to a legal state (Pennsylvania being one of them). "Grass Fed On The Hill" is a buying club made up of Maryland consumers who sign contracts and pay Dan for his labor and for the upkeep of the farm, and then he ships his farm products to local drop sites. The FDA is involved because they claim that this constitutes interstate commerce, and that interstate sales of raw milk are illegal. Their official stance is that raw milk is dangerous and should not be consumed under any circumstance."
I'm a fan of raw milk, I don't think there is anything wrong with it. LT can drink it without any ill side effects and that is a big deal to me.
What bothers me the most about this issue is, it is a waste of time and resources. C'mon people, it's milk. MILK!!!. It is not dangerous, it is far better than other substances and fake foods the FDA approves. I know the guise is interstate commerce, but really, the issue is the FDA doesn't want raw milk to be sold. I just don't understand why is it such a big deal. I feel I should have the right to consume foods that are healthy. There is a lot more I could say about this topic. In fact, one day, health and food will get it's own post.
O was up again from 11:00 til ? It was a long night.
Preschool. Playdate. RS night.
O just isn't sleeping.
Swimming!!!! O put her head under the water. Wa-hoo!!! She is getting braver and braver.
O came into our room at 2:30 a.m. and said "I hate sleep". Oh dear.
Preschool. Shopping. Girls Camp meeting. (I'm getting really excited. How is it that where ever I move, I end up involved in YW one way or another? I love it and I'm happy to be involved.)
Gym. Treadmill. Yoga.
It kicked my bootie and I loved every minute of it. I didn't make it to standing for Bird of Paradise, but one day I will. I sure paid the price for a hard workout. I was kind of useless for the rest of the day.
We took the "girls" to a friends house and let them play in the garden. They were in little chicky heaven. (I call our chicks the "girls" so my nosy neighbor won't hear me say "chicks". ) I know the time is shortly coming when we will have to give them to someone else to can take care of them. It will be a sad day.
Swimming! O put her head underwater several times.
O came into our room at 4:00 a.m. I laid down to snuggle with her and she was freezing cold. Poor kid. I think one of the reasons why she hasn't been sleeping well is she is getting cold in the middle of the night. Her little heater fan, that is 10 years old, quit working. LT took it apart and fixed it. I love having a handy man.
Yard Sale - O was really funny about the whole thing. At first she wasn't too keen on getting rid of some of her stuff. I had to explain we needed to pass on our stuff to make room for new stuff. I made a deal with her that with the money we made from the sale, we would buy a movie like Tangled or Gnomeo and Juliet. She was fine after that.
Work Party - O complained all day about having to go to daddys work party. She didn't want to go. However, once she was there, she changed her mind. After her hot dog, she had cookies, cake and ice cream. LOTS of cookies, cake and ice cream. She was in dessert heaven and didn't want to come home.
O slept until 6:00 a.m. THANK GOODNESS.
On the Nightstand
The Path of Daggersby Robert Jordan
Man oh man, Perrins story line gets SO BORING at this point. Is it just me? I can't stand his wife and their relationship. Give me more of Matt or the other girls. Seriously Mr. Jordan, I think this is where you start to lose more of your readers.
State of MD Jurisprudence Exam
In MD, why can't massage therapists practice energy work (Reiki or Polarity Therapy)? I wonder if this includes acupressure and shiatsu? The agency that regulates massage therapists in MD is called the Maryland Department of Health & Mental Hygiene. What exactly is "mental hygiene"?
My calendar Melissa Hill
Yep, I have to look at it a time or two a day to remind myself of my commitments.
This and That
I've had to take Imitrex 10 times already and I'm only allowed 9 pills a month. I don't think my preventative medicine is working any more. Can I just trade my vascular system in for a new one?
O ate a cherry tomato. I thought it would open up a whole new world for her. She spit it out. I can't blame her. I still struggle with tomatoes.
I cooked broccoli this week and totally ruined it.
The first time O wanted to wear a hat to church was Easter Sunday. O had her first swimming lessons last week. She's pretty cautious around deep water and she absolutely does NOT like water in her face, so I consider O getting in the pool and blowing bubbles a huge success. She was so much fun to watch. She repeatedly told her teacher, "watch me" and then did something completely unrelated to what he was teaching them. For example, they were suppose to bob down in the water and let it get to their chin. O wanted him to watch her jump and kick a leg up. I'm so proud of her for trying it. I've told her swimming is just something you have to learn. She told the teacher "I'm nervous" before she went into the pool. He reassured her and in she went. She was beaming from ear to ear with that accomplishment. At the end of the lesson, each class member had to jump into the pool. O was so close. She would bend down like she was going to jump and then she would just keep going until she was squatting on the floor. I think she'll be more confident in the water after these lessons. Wa-hoo!!
O went to her first T-ball game. One of her favorite friends plays on a team and she asked to see one of his games. Here they are post game sharing oranges. The first "pet" I have EVER purchased. I am NOT a pet person and it's hard for me to think of these little guys as pets, but that is what they are for now. The black one is Kung Pao and the light one is Cashew. I'm not sure how long we'll get to keep them. I'm pretty certain the HOA will frown on this acquisition, so, we won't tell any of our neighbors. Besides, I'm not sure how long the little chicks will survive all of the love and attention O gives to them. On a side note, I've wanted to own chickens for a LONG time. I really like the idea of fresh eggs and little guys running around in the yard eating bugs. I didn't tell LT before I bought them, but as soon as I did, I called him. I can't keep anything from him, especially if I'm concerned it will be a big deal. He laughed at me. He said he wasn't surprised. Hum, not sure what to think of that one.
Several years ago, I posted this for my Mum. It captures my feelings so well, I think this poem bears repeating.
I love you mumster, smother, mumsy (and all those other sweet names.)
I was at my Mums house cleaning and I came upon this dusty old turtle whose legs have all broken off and I was reminded of the poem posted below the picture. This was my "lanyard" to my mum. Thanks mum for saving literally EVERYTHING I've ever presented to you from my heart. Turtle included.
The Lanyard by Billy Collins The other day I was ricocheting slowly off the blue walls of this room, moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano, from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor, when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard. No cookie nibbled by a French novelist could send one into the past more suddenly- a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp by a deep Adirondack lake learning how to braid long thin plastic strips into a lanyard, a gift for my mother. I had never seen anyone use a lanyard or wear one, if that's what you did with them, but that did not keep me from crossing strand over strand again and again until I had made a boxy red and white lanyard for my mother. She gave me life and milk from her breasts, and I gave her a lanyard. She nursed me in many a sick room, lifted spoons of medicine to my lips, laid cold face-cloths on my forehead, and then led me out into the airy light and taught me to walk and swim, and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard. Here are thousands of meals, she said, and here is clothing and a good education. And here is your lanyard, I replied, which I made with a little help from a counselor. Here is a breathing body and a beating heart, strong legs, bones and teeth, and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered, and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp. And here, I wish to say to her now, is a smaller gift-not the worn truth that you can never repay your mother, but the rueful admission that when she took the two-tone lanyard from my hand, I was as sure as a boy could be that this useless, worthless thing I wove out of boredom would be enough to make us even.