Mr & Mrs Smith

It's a long overdrawn story and I begin . . . It has been 3 months and I still didn't get around to putting my VA tags on my car, and neither did Mr Smith. I registered myself (finally) back in December just so everything was in my new name and all ready to go, but then there is the hassle of putting the front plates on which I've never had before. When my FL tags didn't expire till July - what was the rush? Oh. VA tax bullies are the rush. Someone came around and essentially told on my FL tags to my father so it encouraged me to attach my plates before they come back to fine and tow, and who knows what, to my car. <This is where the part of the story turns into complete frustration and involves utter destruction of my emotional state> So there is a Home Depot right on my way home. Perfect right? I'll go in and get some screws that Eric and my father have both described and all will be well. People will be there to assist and I am grown an...

This is a great article published on the LDS Newsroom site: Who Are Mormons? I doubt I have been great at explaining my beliefs - what I believe and why I believe - to some people. but it is part of me and more than anything I just want people to understand  the truth . Thanks for taking the time. Try and remember why you're living:

I love Sunday naps with Mr Smith I turned off his light and he woke up to say "you can leave it on" I took away his book and he said "I am still reading" I said "but it looks like you want a nap" So we took our Sunday nap together without much convincing. love <3 And for the record, Eric chose to watch Breaking Dawn this weekend. hahahaha. <end judgement here> He said "but we can watch it for free, and you want to see it." I said - "no I don't." I just watched the second one and it took me forever to finally get around to that. You have to be in one of those, exception cases moods to give into such . . . well, you know. I guess this weekend was that. I warned him I would tell the world that it was his idea. You hate that you keep watching, love/hate that-movie-was-so-weird-mostly-the-anorexia And Eric was all disappointed when he realized it was only Part I hahahah He said that's ...

Mr Smith is the hopeless romantic type. haha. good one. So for Valentines Day, it was a lot like last year except this year we're married and not solidifying our hopeful prospects of saying "I'm not dating anyone else, but I'm still awkward cause does that mean you're my boyfriend?" Well, last year he made me pizza. This year I got Dominos! That's right people, not Papa Johns the love of Mr Smith's food life. And Mr Smith must admit it was SO good! (apparently only because they lost the taste test and are trying to be more like PJs)  mmhmm Mr Smith. Dominos had the deal for $7.99 - 1 large 3-topping and we sat at home & ate our hearts out. awww, now isn't that cute. Then we watched Grim, the episode where this spider lady really did eat their hearts out. Man, not my pick for the hopeless romantic movie day, but Eric has gotten me trapped in more elevated dramas with more suspenseful thought out plots - aka - not ch...

I don't have an explanation for everything. Clarification: most things. However, I still have faith that everything that matters is explainable and perhaps even everything - even if it's not worth explaining - I just don't think I'll understand it all now. I don't pretend to be naive about most of life's struggles; I am. I realize I only see through my eyes and I definitely realize every day that I'm lucky someone decided to stick by my crazy side and be there as I learn along the way. It's nice to learn alongside Mr Smith. I think it can be hard not to compare ourselves to other people - and just live - exactly the way we want , within our means.   The thought came to me on my way home. I've been trying to really understand our purpose here. We've been teaching our 6 year olds why we came to earth. We came to earth to get a body and to fulfill God's plan for us - to choose for ourselves to follow God. There's a certain level of unit...

This one is without Mr. Smith because he just had a breakfast burrito instead. Only he could give up our veggie dinner and be so skeptical about our key lime cheesecake. My coworker Signe came over for an evening of cooking and baking, because let's get real, cooking takes an entire evening. And with our small kitchen to work with, forever! But I'm so glad she was willing to come cook and eat with me, especially when I got to make something I've wanted for awhile (that I knew Mr Smith would be like, but why?): sautéed peppers and zucchini along with garlic diced tomatoes and drained black beans all atop some good ole white rice and a layer of cheese. All the flavors worked amazingly well together and it was just divine. Thank you, Signe! And don't we just love this dashingly fattening key lime cheesecake ? Homemade graham cracker crust! I still feel like a little more lime on top could have sealed in the flavor a bit more, but at the time we just weren...

I want to blow up my face. Only because there is so much pressure in my ears My lungs might come up out of it (my face, not my ears) and this post nasal drip is going to take the last of me. My only hope = Mr Smith And CVS whose Minute clinic is not considered emergency care Thank you Liz Fening (who told me that gem) But Mr Smith feels bad every time I hack and I love him more. He puts drops in my ears and I love him more. He takes naps with me and makes fun of me when my codeine cough syrup knocks me out and I love him more.