Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Marvin J. Ashton wrote that "Life is to be lived well in whatever circumstances we find ourselves. There should not be a waiting period...live richly, fully, and joyfully." I think that's true, but if living well means fully experiencing and being grateful for each moment, then sometimes I'm not very good at it. The fact is that I have a hard time being patient when that means waiting. Not just that, but a hard time remembering and appreciating all of the heavenly things I have in the meantime. But I'm working on it. So here are some of the "heavenly things" I'm enjoying right now...

Kris and Hunter join me for yoga. Kris calls this "The Worm Pose" and insists that it revitalizes your spleen. Or something.

This is the dinner I made for our anniversary. Lately I love colorful foods and refined settings. No plastic cups here!

Kris brings me flowers...cut from our own yard. They smell like spring.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Mustache March

At Kris's very respectable place of employment, each spring brings the melting of snow, the sprouting of flowers, sunshine, new baby animals, and...grotesque facial adornments.

The following are a list of quotes by and about the mustache:

*"Baby, are you hot for me? I think you need some Selleck!"

*"My mustache lets me sing three notes lower."

*"Baby, one of the boys at work said he could see it from down the hall!"

*"Mustache verses mustache, mustache wins..."

*"Mustache March leads to Anti-Lovin' April."

Here's to another eleven months of Kris's silky-smooth face. March, you'll be my nemesis evermore!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Our Cotton Anniversary

On March 22, Kris and I will have been married for two years. Apparently you traditonally give cotton for that sort of thing (cotton...?). We are not traditional. So we celebrated a week early by going to dinner and a comedy show last night.

Brian Regan is ridiculously funny.

But the highlight of our night might well have been dinner at the Asian Star restaurant. An exerpt, for your reading pleasure...

Sam: Eat one of those red peppers--I'll bet they aren't that hot.

Kris: No.

Sam: You're such a spice-weenie. Just do it! (Puts one in her mouth, chews, swallows. No big deal.)

Kris: Fine. (Follows suit.)

Sam: That really wasn't hot.

Kris: There are beads of sweat on my forehead. You didn't chew yours enough. Oh, my gosh that's hot!

Sam: I chewed mine! You're just a weakling. See? (Ingests another one.) Like I said----water! I need water! (Chugs a big swallow of ice water and keeps it coming. Realizes what she has done in a fancy restaurant. Begins to find the situation hilarious. Begins to laugh while drinking water. Begins a seizure with her husband of almost-two years looking on).

Kris: Are you okay? Do you need to go to the bathroom?

(An interval of awkward coughing and crying while Sam regains composure.)

Kris: See, I told you it was hot. What was that sensation like?

Sam: It was like I was breathing water, while swallowing air, while throwing up and being ignited from within.

Kris: Huh.

The thing we like best about being married to each other is how much fun it is. We laugh a lot, and that's good for the soul. Here's to one fun eternity!

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Random Sampler

I'm a cleaning and organizing fiend lately and I check the tulip patch daily for signs of development. We're planning our garden. Oh, and last week I had a burning passion for pale pink toenail polish. It's official: Spring is in the process of springing and I have a ridiculous spot of the fever.

This is one of the 150 tulips and daffodils we planted in November.

And this frightening sight is one of Kris's eyeballs. He had Lasik last week and is healing quite nicely. (Don't let the scary red patch fool you, it's just a bruise...)

And that is all for now. You're welcome.