Mr & Mrs Smith

{I'm not sure why the old blog layout would delete user comments, but I've had several people tell me they've had issues commenting on my blog; I'm sorry. So I decided to change from the dynamic view and just go back to something basic. Your comments mean so much to me =)} So, life is getting a little better. Mostly because I have an amazing companion who is there by my side through everything, the big & the itty-bitty-little-tiny insignificant things. It's awesome having someone who just wants to see you happy. I still don't know how I got so lucky.  We decided to take a day trip to REI. We always spend too much money there, mostly because everything has a hefty price tag, but we go for the quality stuff. Like this new toy. Mr Smith is proud of the book he finally found a use for.  Our new bike trainer. So now, I have no excuse to get uncontrollably fat. I must bike for at least 30 min a day. excluding Sundays, because that is the...

It was not only not good, but it was pretty bad. It almost doesn't seem real because why? I think everything should come naturally (where I don't have to challenge myself?) and in a perfect world, I'm never the fool. We don't live in a perfect world. And it's not just me and my perfectionist expectations, I mean I'm probably taking the "not good" and turning it into a "my life is coming to a end" but . . . I've been brought down. I am not invincible and if I can't be invincible, then I want to be invisible, but I'm not that either.  I know that this applies to the most important aspect of my life too, my spiritual state. And how easily I like to think I'm invincible there too. It's where I will start though. Back to the basics, because apparently I can't handle the complex at the moment. I need to calm my mind. And maybe General Conference in a week+ is exactly what I need.  And a really long extended weekend...

I love coming home to my sweatpants. My own bathroom that only I use (okay I have a husband). A husband mind you that is boiling chicken and sautéing his own onions and garlic because it's one of his favorite things. I layered them in brown sugar once and he won't allow it any other way now. I listen to a lot of ridiculous people that call in on the morning country station. I really like the two announcers, but the rednecks that call in are ridiculous sometimes. People pretending like they know the Bible and that think "I guess that could be wrong" but don't really care that their current boyfriend is still married to another woman and it's called adultury. Never crossed her mind before.  But I appreciate the announcers who called her out on that. These people, these people exist and pro-create. Heaven help us. Agency is a blessing, but that veil is super thick for some.  Yeah, I'm judgmental. Meet my husband. Come over for dinner if you'd lik...

I wish I took more pictures, but I either don't get out much or don't want to lug around a 5 lb camera. This kinda makes me sad. I'll get better when I have kids, promise. It's time for bed and he's already got the lights turned off and the alarm set. I love Saturdays of sleeping in, homemade breakfast, catch-up on TV episodes, couch cuddling etc...  Fall is coming and I'm very excited for scarf season and the changing colors. Wait, I don't hear Mr Smith in bed. I hear his shaver going in the bathroom. Mr Smith loves facial hair, but he shaves for me, so he says. Maybe a little for church too. Shoot, that's the only time I wear a skirt and shave as well. Life is still pretty simple here. I miss DC for the history, the possibilities and the beauty. I miss the DC temple terribly. But we like Winston-Salem. We knew DC was no longer the place for us, it's always nice to look back and know that we have good memories there. It's just not a pla...

Aww some pictures from our wedding are posted on the venue's website. It has almost been a year! You can view them here . I need a cure for the afternoon nap crash that takes over.  I can't afford to take naps at work. So what can I do? It's killer. Dinner is done. I'm starving. Gotta run.

I know I told him it was at  7:30 AM, but he acted all in shock as we headed to bed. As in it's Saturday and we have to be somewhere at 7:30 AM. I reminded him that it was him who was willing and only because of him that we were able. I feel like my hands still feel and smell like poo. I'm not ready for nasty poo diapers that keep coming. It was so-gross.  And now I am craving chips & salsa from somewhere authentic, due to someone's comment on Facebook. Obscure marketing. I don't know if Mr Smith will buy into it, literally, but I'll see. He's a sucker for my needs . And we worked hard today. We watched four kids and kept them all alive. We should celebrate, with chips & salsa that is! It's the little things in life.  Let me tell you the last time we had a date . . . It's been awhile. This happens when you'd rather save money and you're just tired. My hair has been in a perma-pony-tail. Noise and crowds are more upsetting...

I remember laying down for a nap after dinner... next thing you know, I'm waking up at 10:45 PM totally hot and confused hating that I still had my bra on.  Yeah, that's my life. 

I know you think you hear me say it too much. I wish I could explain further, but just leave it to say, even on my worst days (the unshaved legs, the unkempt hair, the smellyness, the impatient & sick) he'll pick up my world and do what he can to make it better. Well, maybe with a few remarks... I love you , Mr Smith.

Good heavens it's finally the weekend and I couldn't be more thrilled. I hate living for the weekends, it's like being back in school. I finally got around to making the ripe bananas into banana bread. Mr Smith is working late tonight and I wanted to surprise him by doing something I said I'd do two days ago. Can you have overly ripe bananas too ripe for bread? We'll see I guess. I'm not sure what plans we have for the weekend (obviously none) except to wish summer away into fall! I'm excited for scarf season, even though Mr Smith isn't particularly fond of them. He doesn't realize that I don't get dressed for him anymore. Okay, he realizes. I've actually had my hair in a pony tail for the last three weeks because I don't take the time to blow dry my hair. My sleep is so much more important. I love waking up with Mr Smith and like to come into on my own terms, not an alarm clock and never at 6 or 7 AM. But ya know, we're glad to ...