Also Known As T.H.

Date night with my Honey!

2009-07-30T18:48:00.000-07:00

It seems we so rarely get out together, just the two of us. Fortunately, tonight our son is away at a sleepover, and our darlin' daughter is hanging out with her boyfriend's family. Yay! My Honey and I are going on a da-aaaaate! I'm excited! Just the two of us at one of our favorite restaurants.

Gotta run!
-t.h.

Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy days of Summer

2009-07-02T09:40:00.000-07:00

Well, in my case, not so much Crazy. (...and I'm kind-of glad for that...)

I'm glad that things have settled down this summer. The last two seemed pretty crazy. This summer I feel that things are more "normal". Of course, three big differences are:
1)I'm home with the kids [since we're all out of school],
2)my teenage daughter is being given more freedom [and thus doesn't need to try to get away with anything on her own],
3)my 7 year old son has a huge area to play and friends close by [at out last place, the yard was small, and few kids his age lived on our block].
*[The kids and I have too often rubbed each other the wrong way in the past, but so far this summer there has been little friction, and I find that to be a great blessing on all of us.]

Today, my Honey is off of work, so we all get to enjoy this time together [or just cut the kids loose and have some time as a couple]. It just feels great to have this time together, to get to do something special, or just do nothing at all and just enjoy each other's company. For me, just being together is what matters most (if you know anything about "love languages", my primary one is "Quality Time"; having a laid-back nature, then for me that quality time can be spent doing nothing at all, just being together.)

My Honey is often pleased with just sitting around the house and relaxing, but sometimes she gets the idea to go somewhere or do something, and we all get infused with her energy. She's a catalyst, she's always been one of those people that you can feel when they walk into the room, there's just some special kind of spark about her. When she's active, everybody around her can't help but be the same way. If you know her, then you know this is true.

Anyway, back to it being her day off... so far it's quiet and laid-back, but it's still morning. When afternoon comes, we'll see...

;-) t.h.

End of the school year ... Beginning of summer

2009-05-29T17:12:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm now out of school for the summer, and the kids are getting out very soon. My Honey has to work, as always. There's no keeping her from doing what she loves.

She's a real marvel to behold when she's working on a project, even if its not hers. Our daughter had a school project she was working on. It was a lot of work, and needed to be done in a short period of time. Darling daughter worked diligently over the weekend, tackling her work with fervor. She still needed help. The kind of help that was right up her mom's alley.

I love to see the passion that comes out in my girls when they get involved in something. They both threw themselves into the project, daughter doing what needed to be done an momma aiding her in that miraculous fashion she has. She teaches scrapbooking and other craft classes, but what her customers see doesn't hold a candle to what she will do for her kids. I can't even describe it. I can only watch in awe.

By the way, the finished product was amazing. It was a children's book, and I personally think that it was almost ready to go to print. I loved the quality of the work.

My wife and daughter, what a winning team! I think there's nothing they can't do!

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Now my son, he's got his own reason to celebrate. He's gotten into building Bionicles. This last weekend, he built a set rated for a few years older than he currently is, and not only did he get it done (with a little help from yours truly, seriously I only did about 25 percent of the work), he got to take it to school and show his class. They were wowwed! He's got a good head for building things, and he can really throw himself into his work, too! I think he proved to himself that he can do anything if he puts his all into it.

-t.h.

It's been a looooong Winter!

2009-03-30T11:04:00.000-07:00

I don't mean the one with the snow, either. I mean that apparently I've been in hibernation regarding my blog. Well, I'm back now!

I really must apologize for the seven month hiatus.
Apologies especially to my wife, who is my chief inspiration, and my primary subject.

She's been as inspiring as ever, but I've been too quiet and reserved about anything good. I'm trying to keep focussed on the positives now, and keep my mind close to home, instead of allowing myself to get distracted by everything else out there (elections, economy, entertainment, etc.)

My Honey just keeps on going, and going, and going. No, she's not a certain battery-powered bunny, she's way better. She's my Honey-bunny. (I've never called her that before, and I'll probably never get away with it.) Anyway, she's ever her phenomenal self, that special someone who everyone likes to go to. She's just the favorite that way. She's just got that special way about her.

Whoops, gotta run for now...
-t.h.

I know, I know . . .

2008-08-05T18:15:00.000-07:00

It's been nearly two months since I've posted... I could say that it's because I was in Summer school. I could say that it's because I was moving. Sure, I did those things, but I could have taken a little while to post to my blog here or there.

It's not from lack of inspiration. My beloved Honey is all the inspiration I ever need. I can't always put into words what she means to me.
She's phenomenal... amazing... wonderful! She is as beautiful as she's ever been. She's cute, sexy, and still every bit the girl I crushed on in Jr. High.

I guess I'm just not much of a blogger. I'm so much of a private person that I find it difficult to speak in any public forum, and I guess that it's something I still have a ways to overcome. I have no problem whatsoever telling anyone and everyone who will listen how much I love my wife. It's just the sharing of my personal life with who-knows-how-many-people might stop here that I have a problem with.

-t.h.

What's right with the world, at least for me :-)

2008-06-13T16:05:00.000-07:00

With all the worries in the world today, with everything that is "wrong" with it, I just have to focus on what is right to keep me centered.

Here's a short list of what's right, at least for me:

God's forgiveness. I would have no hope without it...

My wonderful, remarkable, beautiful, awesomely fantastic, and ever-lovin' wife. She is my Honey. I don't know what I would do without her...

Two great kids. A beautiful, intelligent, talented daughter, and a smart, lively, son...

Health, happiness, and all I truly need...

Lookin' at the sunny side :-)
-t.h.

how much is love?

2008-06-02T10:44:00.000-07:00

With crystal clarity, doubtless certainty, absolutely present frame of mind, I know to what breadth and depth and measure that my love for My Love truly is . . .
it is depth beyond greatest depth, breadth surpassing greatest breadth,
its measure is beyond any measure of finite Earth or mortal realm . . .

my love for My Love, it is unbounded, immeasurable, limitless . . .

- t.h.

(To the Readers: I wrote this philosophic-poetic piece a few weeks ago, the week before our anniversary, and never posted it. Sometimes I get creative like this. I lost another longer piece which I was more pleased with. I wrote it on a white-board which got erased before I could post it . . . my fault for procrastinating.)

Happy Anniversary Honey! :-)

2008-05-19T14:03:00.000-07:00

Woohoo!!! Seven years and counting with my beautiful bride. She's beautiful, talented, smart, passionate, and has blessed me with two fantastic kids. She is my one true love. I can't think of anything better than being with the one you really love, and I am. God has been truly good to me by putting us together.

To my amazing, wonderful, most adorable, and ever-loving wife:
I would not trade being your husband for anything. You are my dream-come-true. Being married to you is the realization of my deepest desire. With all that you are for me, I could not ask for more...
Forever and always yours,
t.h.

I miss my Honey like Pooh-bear misses honey

2008-04-29T10:53:00.000-07:00

Shawna's been gone to a big scrapbook industry convention for for days now, and everywhere I turn, everything I see, everything I hear, I'm reminded of her. Aidan keeps asking when she'll be home. Katrina wishes she could have gone with her (mainly because it's in California).

I miss her voice, I miss her beautiful face, I miss her scent. I even miss doing all the little things she so enjoys, like rubbing her feet and pouring her a Pepsi. I find it hard to get to sleep at night without her presence, I need her so. Sure, for the most part, life has been pretty calm and quiet (especially over the weekend while Katrina was gone, too). But without Shawna's exuberant self, it just seems way too quiet. Right now it feels like it's been four weeks, rather than four days.

She's having fun, and I'm glad for that. She's even gotten to meet a couple big names in scrapbooking. I just hope that the rest of today and all of tomorrow go quickly so I can see her again.

Longingly,
t.h.

Time is a funny thing

2008-03-12T21:50:00.000-07:00

The kids and I have a lot of time this week, since all of us have Spring Break at the same time. But my Honey is a regular Girl Friday for her awesome boss. She's a get-it-done kind of person, who does whatever it takes. Oddly enough, even bouncing between two locations because her boss is away for a bit, my Honey hasn't been gone any more than regular. It's been nice actually having her home at a more predicable time. We've been able to all have dinner together, catch up on our favorite shows, and make some progress on picking up the house (and on a couple favorite video games).

It's odd that this time revelation comes the week we had to spring-forward our clocks, but there it is. Usually the time change doesn't seem to affect my Honey and I much, just having a little bit of trouble falling asleep for a few days, and being a bit tired from getting up "earlier" than we're used to. This time around (I think in part because I've been off of school for Spring Break) we've been sticking to the hours we were used to. It was weird for me to realize that we were staying up until 12:30 am or later. I think I started to feel tired after I realized the clock time, when I was pretty normal before.

I don't think my Honey has been as affected by it. Sure, she sometimes doesn't go to bed until she's already fallen asleep at her computer or in her chair. I often start to get drowsy long before my night-owl Love. There are times it bothers her, and she tells me to go on to bed. It doesn't matter to me. I don't like to go to bed without her, it just doesn't feel right. It's like when she's got a late-night event or when she is away. I just can't go to sleep. I feel like I need her. It's not as simple as just being used to her being there. My Honey is a big part of me, of who I am, what I am, what I'm becoming. I need her. I'm not me without her.

I am so glad to be married to someone so very special.

-t.h.

What a great relaxing day :-)

2008-02-24T22:26:00.000-08:00

Today, almost all day, we just kicked it around at home, just my Honey, our kids, and myself. We tried to go to a great breakfast restaurant, then another, and then a regular restaurant with a decent breakfast menu, only to find that they all had waiting lists going out the door (and a light mist descending all the while). After a frustrating search for a breakfast place, my Honey had the brilliant idea that we should just get donuts, go home, and get cozy. It has been one of the most relaxing days we've had in a long time. Just enjoying each other's company, the plentiful leftovers and snack food, and a great video game we're all stoked about.

It's great to see my Honey relax, she works herself into exhaustion so much of the time. It's in her nature, she won't quit until the job is done right. When she takes a day off, like today, it's good for her to totally unwind. She and the kids spent pretty much all day making funny observations about the game, playing off of one another. It was just an enjoyable day all around.

-t.h.

Fiesta Night!

2008-02-07T17:52:00.000-08:00

Now that our cable-TV provider finally has Fox on the line-up again (which I am sure was thanks to the Superbowl being on Fox), we get to watch American Idol as a family again! So tonight, it's a finger-food feast, with some of our darlin' daughter's delicious home-made salsa, chicken three yummy ways (just nuked by hard-workin' daugher as well) and some home-made tortilla strips by yours truly (which I've got to go make right now.)

More later,
-th

I appreciate...

2008-02-02T16:47:00.000-08:00

...my lovely Honey, her creativity, and all that she does for our family;
...our fantastic daughter and her limitless personality;
...our terrific son and his total genuineness;
...this great land we live in (currently blanketed in snow hereabouts) and the opportunities it allows;
...the gifts and talents God has blessed upon each of us.

My Honey had to work this weekend, and I know she is a bit taxed by it, but I know in my heart that the rewards will come. She's putting herself out there at bridal fairs for the community to see what her store can provide. The bridal fairs ought to bring a some business her way, and the exposure ought to bring more. I just hope that it won't be too wearing on her, so that she can enjoy herself a bit this weekend.

-t.h.

There's no business like Snow business...

2008-01-28T13:02:00.000-08:00

Life is so very different with snow instead of wind in the winter, like in sunny SoCal. I get to do different nice things for my Honey, like start her car to warm up in the mornings, and clean all the snow off of it. (Personally, I like the change. I was tired of being sandblasted by the Santa Anna winds every other day.) I know she doesn't appreciate snow the way I do, because I had it when I was a little kid, so it brings back good memories. It was such a big adjustment for her, but I am so glad she suggested we move here.

Most of the year the weather is pretty temperate here. Not usually anything extreme. But it does get all cold and slippery out there. Even with my Honey's professional-racer level driving skills, I worry about her safe transit. Are the roads plowed/salted/etc? Are the others on the road going to drive sanely? (I don't worry about my Honey's driving, her skills are astounding.)

Today didn't seem too bad, but a fresh 8 inches sure did slow foot traffic a bit, and lit looks like fewer people were braving the roads. Actually, I prefer to drive on the snow right after it comes down rather than five days later, packed and melted into sheets of ice. Still, I marvel at my Honey's prowess in driving on it.

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Today my Honey brought her new Circle Journal to work with her. I like the whole circle journal concept, where friends and acquaintances will trade off scrapbooking in the same book, sharing their thoughts, ideas, memories, and artistic talents. It's like those e-mails you get from a friend sometimes, answer these questions about yourself, send it back to the person who sent it to you, and forward it to five others...but with colors, patterns, photos, and all kinds of artistic embellishments.

My Honey is really good at what she does, in my humble opinion. Her ability to take a blank sheet, or in this case a blank book, and transform it into a thing of beauty is remarkable. And, of course, her pages are a perfect canvas for her photos. (Some of which are on her blog. Have I mentioned that she's an awesome photographer, too?)

Anyway, the circle journal takes a long time making its rounds (every contributor gets a week to work on their page, I think), so it's going to be a long time until I get to see how it develops. My Honey picked a good theme, but then again she always does. Nothing that's just fluff with her, always something that's got a little substance to it. Like I said, I can't wait to see how it comes out.

-t.h.

It's good to have her home again :-)

2008-01-24T19:55:00.000-08:00

It's been good to have my Honey home again, after she was gone all weekend. She's still been working a lot, but at least an hour in the morning and at least a couple more in the evening is better than no time at all.

She means the world to me. Whenever the phone rings, I hope it's her, just so I can hear her voice. I don't ever want that to fade. She's my wife, but that makes her so much more. She's my the love of my life, my best friend, my closest confidant, my completer. You know how newlyweds will say they hope they die at the exact same moment so that neither one has to live a moment without the other?... Well that's how I feel about my Honey. She just means so much to me in so many ways, and I honestly can't believe that I don't tell her that more.

Today at school I saw someone who looked like one of my high school classmates, and if it was him I would have gone up to him and said, "Hey, you remember that girl we went to school with, S.H.? Well guess what, I married her!" I seriously doubt I'll run in to anyone from my high school up here, being almost 1500 miles away from there, but if I ever do I know I couldn't wait to tell them.

I just love her so much.

t.h.

I missed her immediately

2008-01-19T22:33:00.000-08:00

My Honey is out of town for the weekend. I think I knew the moment she left town, because I started missing her. It was like when we were dating and just hung up the phone. You know how it is, when you were just talking forever about nothing on and on forever, and after several rounds of "you hang up", "no, you hang up"s one of you finally does. And then you just want to call back again.

As the old saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Why is it that we take our loved ones for granted until they're gone, and then we miss them so terribly. I couldn't say how many times in the last two days I just wanted to pick up the phone and hear her voice. She called tonight to see how things were going here, and I had that same old feeling. . . I just wanted to talk forever about nothing in particular, just to hear her voice, to feel like she was right here with me.

Happy New Year, and all that jazz!

2008-01-08T13:24:00.000-08:00

It's been too long since I've posted. It started with me putting my computer away while cleaning up for Christmas, but that was only for about a week. Oh well. I've really got to make it a habit.

My Honey likes it when I post. I'm not the most verbose of men, though. Like many of us males, I tend not to say things enough. It's not for lack of words, it's for lack of communication skills. It's endemic with us that when we've said something once, we don't think we need to say it again. Tragic! When a man is married to someone as beautiful as my beloved bride, you'd think he would be telling everyone all the time! My wife is indeed beautiful. She's one of those women who doesn't need any makeup, she can go out into the world with a bare face and men take notice. Sure, she does put some on from time to time, and it enhances her beauty so, but I never feel the need to say anything like "why don't you wear lipstick like you used to?" First of all, she never really used to, and secondly her lips have great color and shape without any help.

Her eyes are a marvel of their own. Their shape is lovely, and though her lashes aren't the longest they totally complement her eyes. Her eyes are a lush shade of green, and what is even more amazing is how much life and vibrancy blasts out of them. She is a very expressive person, and when her eyes are smiling my heart smiles, too. No matter how upset I get, if I look into my Honey's eyes when she's smiling it's hard for me to stay upset.

Not only does she have a beautiful face, but she's got curves. Apparently I don't tell her enough, or in the right ways, how attractive I think she is. Different men have different tastes when it comes to women's figures, and my taste is in feminine curves. Boy oh boy, did I hit the jackpot when I married my wife! Hourglass figure, well endowed, you know the type. Only I don't tell her enough, and not in the right ways. She thinks I flatter her only when I'm after something. Well, I'm telling you Honey, which I don't tell you enough, that I think you're sexy all the time! (And I'm sorry my eyes keep going below your neckline, but hey, you know what I like!)

Her hair is another story. I like her hair the way it is naturally, but she has fun with it. She gets it cut and colored and curled. When she went with a lot of blond in her naturally dark brunette hair a while back, it took me a while to get used to. Don't get me wrong, I liked it! I thought she was Hot! This time around, most of her hair went back to it's natural color, but with red and blond streaks. The day she had it done, I was a bit taken aback, but after only a couple of days and the colors softened a tiny bit it occurred to me just how radiant it makes her look. I noticed it the other day when she was getting ready for work. It just struck me when my eyes focused on her gorgeous hair, more of a feeling but if I could put it into words it was "Wow, you look good!"

[I've never gone in for girls who try to be something they're not, like a natural brunette who bleaches her hair to platinum blond (sorry Madonna, but I think you looked your best for "Like a Prayer"), and while I think pink or blue hair may look fun it's not my thing.]

As husbands go, I know I've never been very romantic. I tend to be all too quiet, not showing enough love and appreciation. I wonder if there is a romance boot camp out there for floundering husbands like myself. Heck, I wish there was a drill instructor handy to kick my butt whenever I do or say anything to make her feel like she's not beautiful, or not loved.

Whenever I do mess up, I tend to do the wrong thing and sort-of hide myself away, instead of making it up to her. I'm lousy about that. For instance, if I do or say some idiotic thing to make her feel unattractive, I slink around with my tail between my legs for days, but my withdrawl only makes her feel more that it's true. Now, I don't have the means to buy her a dozen roses everytime I put my foot in my mouth, but I sure as heck know how to apologize. And even though, as I said before, I'm not very verbose... I know that I can certainly try to say something.

For now, I'll just keep on trying,
t.h.

Just keep thinking "Merry Christmas"

2007-12-18T08:28:00.000-08:00

My kids and I wanted to give my Honey the same present, something that's a big deal for her and she's wanted for a long time. Well, we ended up getting it and giving it to her from all of us for an early Christmas present. She is thrilled with it! Which is good because I couldn't have kept it from her for long. She's very good at finding things when she wants to. I have a secret, special gift I'm giving her this year, and she knows I do, so she is constantly trying to find out what I'm getting for her. It's a game for her, to try to entice me, tickle-torture me (yes, I'm extremely ticklish!), play guessing games with me, etc. It's all a game to her. It took me a while to learn that she likes the game, and the heightened anticipation it brings, more than she really wants to know what I'm getting her. Besides, she can often figure out what she's getting, even if I don't say anything. She's just good like that!

I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!! So does my Honey. No, we're not those annoying people who dress in red and green, light up the neighborhood with our house-lights, or go around caroling (well, even though I don't have a great voice, I'd go caroling if she wanted to.) We're more quiet about how we love Christmas. We talk about it all throughout the year. We sneak and plot and buy and hide gifts for our kids all year long (she usually has all of her Christmas shopping done before Thanksgiving). We catch ourselves singing Christmas songs, too. I think our mutual love of Christmas cements our relationship even more.

When Christmas comes, we go a bit ape. The tree goes up the day after Thanksgiving (except that since my Honey manages a store, this year we put it up Thanksgiving Day, after sunset). We make cookies and candy galore (my Honey has been handling the temptation very well, and she looks good in her new jeans ;-) ). I'm like a kid in how much I like decorating cookies, and I do goofy things sometimes, but I have yet to decorate a gingerbread man as Mr. Spock, so my family has got to give me a little credit. (Besides, I wouldn't want to show off too much, Spock wouldn't approve.) }:-|

We're not perfect people. We get more stressed at Christmas like everybody else. Traffic, crowded stores, long lines, overspending, dissatisfaction with purchases, etc. All the more reason why my better half has the better idea to finish shopping before the masses start (of course, you miss some good deals, but reduction in stress is worth it.) Yeah, Hon, next year we follow your plan to the letter!

Woohoo! Finals are over, more time for family!

2007-12-13T09:28:00.000-08:00

I like school, I sure do, but it's nice that I get a little break from it right now.
Sure, there are still school-related things to do, like selling back books and buying new ones for my Spring classes. But those aren't too time-crucial. Now I've got more time to focus on family, Christmas, doing things for my Honey... It'll be nice.

t.h.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR HONEYYYYY!!!!

2007-12-05T14:08:00.001-08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

I love you, you know I do.
Here's to celebrating your birthday, Hon!

All my love, forever and a day,
t.h.

Today is a "Mary Poppins" day . . . practically perfect in every way

2007-12-01T20:48:00.000-08:00

Well, maybe not that perfect, but I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with my family today. We went all about, and did all kinds of stuff. It was busy, and of course we were human and got on each other's nerves a bit, but all told this day filled-up my "quality time" tanks. (Whoever said that quantity time couldn't be quality time as well?)

My Honey was instrumental in all the goings-about and goings-on, of course. She is usually the driving force in anything. She can't help it, she's a ball of energy. (That explains where the kids get it from, besides their regular youthful energy.) She kept us hoppin' from one place to another, a regular marathon day for us. Normally, we don't do this much unless we're headed to the big city bustle in Spokane. I'm not worn out completely, thankfully. After all, the night is still young (only 9:15, and nobody's ready to go to bed yet.)

It started with a morning which allowed us a little breathing room, not a race to get ready but we did have a lot to do, especially the kids (some condition about needing to have rooms clean before we could go anywhere.) Then some errands, lunch out at 'Apple-trees' (it was so satisfying nobody has asked for dinner yet), some shopping (Wally-world was a mad-house, I got separated from the family about 6 times, but then again I was being very A.D.D. and getting distracted by every little thing), hit the mall (checking out the sharing tree, bugging friends at work, a little Holiday shopping, letting out teenage daughter get her favorite-store fix for the day, get fed-up with the crowds, etc.)
All day, we looked forward to one thing: watching "Mr. Magoriam's Wonder Emporium." Our Darlin' Daughter had already seen it with some friends, but the rest of us hadn't seen it yet. My honey bought us some of our favorite movie treats, and we got there early enough to get good parking and to pick the best seats in the house (which was nearly empty besides us, I guess everybody else has seen it already who wanted to). I thought it was a pretty good movie, definitely a good one for the family, but a bit too slow in the middle for a young'un to sit through. The story and the magic of it were worth it in my book (but not everyone might agree that a wholesome family movie with a little magic and a bit of a message is as entertaining as I do.) I have to admit that my sappy self has been in a total happy-go-lucky mood ever since the climax, which was predictable, but totally satisfying for me.

Honey, you have such great ideas!

Thanks for a wonderful day,
t.h.

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p.s.

I'm also going to stay just a little from my primary focus to add that our Darlin' Daughter has an idea to start a band. She likes to sing, and has a really good voice (if I must brag). I believe she would be great, granted that the rest of the band complements her talent. (However, I had to do the "Dad" thing and tell her I'd count being in a band as an extra-curricular activity, and so the same rules apply. But as a former musician, a sometimes artistic-type, and a proud Papa, I have to say that I do support her desire to create music. No guarantees Princess, but I love the idea!)

My Honey is awesome!

2007-11-25T09:07:00.000-08:00

Scrapbooking is her passion, and she is really, really good at it. She totally wowed me last night with ten new pages! Ten!!! Now that's a lot of scrapbooking for one day.

She has such a great eye for coordination, telling a story with just colors and patterns. Her photos have always been amazing, she has a command of the camera that I envy. I will spend several minutes composing a shot, but she can just snap, snap, snap and catch the perfect picture every session. (Of course, the digital camera makes it easy not to waste photo developing money on the pictures which didn't make the cut. That camera was such a great investment.)

Her memory for details and that amazing ability to write suit her well. The memories come alive, to the point where you'd swear you had been there with her when it happened. She brings moments to life all over again. She has such talents that she could be in publishing, photography, journalism, practically any communications field, and be totally successful. It's great that she can do something that she loves that bring all these talents of hers together.

I continue to be amazed...
t.h.

Where's that armor polish and my power buffer?

2007-11-19T22:44:00.000-08:00

Like any man, sometimes I just need a quest. No, opening the pickle jar because the lid is stuck on it does not constitute a quest. Neither does finding your keys (by the way, they were in the pocket of your purse, so you really had them all along...) I know that I'm not some strapping hunk with a gleaming sword sheathed at my side, but I wanna be your hero.
I know you love doing what you do, and I will always back you 120%. I know, sometimes you just want some sympathy, a shoulder to cry on. But as a red-blooded American male, I just want to protect and take care of you, to make everything all right.

When we moved here, you said that if there wasn't a good LSS, you were going to start one. Well, there was and you got on board, first as a loyal customer, then a devoted employee, and before long, in true fashion for you, you were running it! Honey, I think that it is awesome the way that you get involved in things you love. You have a Midas touch! The school you worked at before wouldn't have grown nearly so well if you hadn't been there to keep it together. After all, when the boss wanted something done yesterday, who did he go to? You, of course!
One of the greatest things about you is that you make things happen! You get things done!

Once you set your mind to something, Hon, you're truly unstoppable!
;-) t.h.

2007-11-14T20:31:00.000-08:00

All day long I look forward to your return home. You may be tired, or have something urgent to work on, and all I want is some time with you. I know life doesn't give us a fair shake. It tries to keep us apart, wear us down, make us too tired to enjoy each other's company.

Right now I may be feeling pretty tired myself, but I know that I'm not too tired to love you. I'll admit that there are times when I have no energy to do anything other than pour myself into bed, but even in those times my love for you can stir me on.

Every minute I get to spend with you is totally worth it.

t.h.

I hope I can lift your spirits a bit

2007-11-13T23:23:00.000-08:00

To my Honey,

When you arrived home, I saw that exhaustion in your face that comes from doing what you love to the fullest. Honestly, at this time I cannot see you doing anything but what you are doing now for the mere fact that you pour yourself into it so fully. But then again, that is how you have always been.
I wish that I could magically ease your burden, say by making your store so much more successful that you could have others running it for you. But then you would find another aspect that needs developing. That is your way. You are the perfect example of a doer, someone who lives their life getting things done. I have always admired your industriousness, and greatly envied it as well.

You are a marvel, always rich in spirit and so on top of everything. How could I not love you?

Ever yours, completely...
t.h.

“Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” -Joseph Addison

Not much to say...

2007-11-02T15:04:00.000-07:00

Today I don't have much to say
Just simply that I love you each and every day.
No matter what things you say or do,
My love for will always be true.

-t.h.

Honey, I think you're right, as always

2007-10-24T14:54:00.000-07:00

I don't know why I debate with you. You're always two steps ahead of me, or more...
I am not worthy to lick your shoes, when it comes to reasoning ability.
I've probably gone through many of the same questions as you have, in considering what we're going to do to move our family forward, but both the questions and the answers come more slowly to me. How do you do it? Your mind must move at light-speed!
After 6 years of marriage, you'd think that I would have learned when to shut up. But alas, I am a mere mortal man who is married to such a goddess as you (and you're looking ever more goddess-like, you know what that does to me!)

As far as my own lifestyle changes, you are my inspiration, my muse. I want so much to be all of the man you want and need me to be. I realize my progress hasn't been great in all areas. I haven't yet sculpted my self like a certain southern-drawled actor, or a certain hunky country music star. But hey, I'm only a mere mortal, who loves you perfectly.

...forever and a day...
t.h.

Mr. Scatter-brained here . . .

2007-09-20T07:13:00.000-07:00

I had good intentions when I started this blogsite. I wanted to sing praises to my Love, the woman who keeps me going. I haven't been very good at keeping it going. I don't know why, because I have all the inspiration I need, a loving wife who makes sure that our life is never dull.

I blame the fact that I am undisciplined and generally just a scatter-brain. I've always got so much going on in my head that my body can't keep up. My lack of focus gets me in trouble all the time.
Anyone who knows me well knows just how absent-minded I can be. It's not that I forget everything, it's that my mind goes elsewhere (my first-grade teacher Mrs. Amyck was the first to bring it to my attention). In true introvert fashion, I have a world of things going on inside my head that I can't shut out. Most people probably won't identify with this very well, because extrovertedness is the norm. But if you've heard the stories of how Albert Einstein would get lost walking down his own street (so much so that his wife pinned a note to his jacket which basically said, "If you find my husband wandering, please return him to" and give their address.) Well, I'm not as bad as Einstein, but I'm not as brilliant as him either.

I have to apologize to my loving wife Shawna for not keeping up with my postings. Honey, you really do mean the world to me. I don't just say that I can't imagine my life without you. It is the literal truth. You, my love, are so much a part of me that I really, truly can't be without you. It causes me pain to try to think what life would be like without you here with me.

I've never been good at the mushy-gushy kind of romance, partly because I am so indecisive and easily distracted. I'll start looking into romantic idea sites online and click on another link, and another, until before long I wonder how I got on some news-site reading about Captain-Kangaroo-Withdrawn-Sydrome, or some other such nonsense (okay, there probably isn't anything really like CKWS, except what I went through in about 5th grade when he retired).

Oops, got off-topic again. Shawna must be some kind of saint for putting up with me and all my foibles. She puts up with a lot from me, Mr. Absent-minded-professor. (Next I'll probably start rambling about some article I read on bee-hives mirroring constellations, or some other trivia.)

To my ever-forgivin' darling wife Shawna:
I, the man who gratefully bears the title of T.H., I love you immeasurably, and will love you more with every new day, forever-and-a-day.

↓ look down ;-)

2007-09-08T15:59:00.000-07:00

She's the one I love with all my heart,
Heavenly voice in my ear.
Adorable to look at, I can't resist her.
Winning me over with just one touch,
Nearly perfect in every way, I can't say no.
Amazing curves keep me coming back for more.

I'm in love with you more every day.

Sometimes when we're apart I don't know what to do.
Tell me you love me too.
I most surely would marry you all over again.
Lean your ear to me, and
Let me tell you truly:

Dearest love of loves, you're the
Only one for me.

Dedication

2007-08-24T13:52:00.000-07:00

I just did an autobiography for my college English class, and it got me thinking about what defines me. My life is defined by the people in it. My memories of my youth center most on my parents and my two brothers, spending time with them & doing things with them, more so than they are of friends, sports, clubs, etc. I was a pretty active kid, being involved in Boy Scouts, youth group, band (okay, I had a lot of great memories with the band, and got along great with my bandmates, but I just wasn't really close to them.)

When I got to thinking about it, I realized that though I had a couple of close friends, only one person outside my immediate family made such an impression on me that I couldn't conceive of my life being complete without. I've only had one girlfriend in my life. I met her when I was in eighth grade, and we became friends almost from the time she sat down next to me in math class. She was cute, I was shy. I could hardly talk to her at first, besides just saying "hi," but I had that problem talking to all girls. Dark hair, bright eyes, that cute pixie nose.

I must have eventually loosened up enough to talk to her, and we became friends. She had a way of getting people to talk. Mind you, we were just friends and classmates. (Like I said, I was always pretty shy.) I never got up the nerve to ask her out, and probably thought that I didn't want to risk our friendship by making her uncomfortable around me if she wasn't interested in dating. So I was content to stay at arms distance, no matter how much she grew on me.

After a couple of months, a secret admirer started sending me notes. I had no idea who, but I hoped that it was somebody I liked in return. But again, I didn't talk to very many girls. It should have been more obvious to me. After probably a week or two, she revealed herself to me. I didn't know how to act. I never was any good at observing social behavior, hadn't taken any kinds of notes, didn't talk with other guys because all they ever talked about was who they wanted to "do it" with, never watched any date-type moves (like the Brat Pack ones endlessly on TV those days). I'm sure I was a lot tongue tied and I definitely remember an apple in my throat, but I agreed to go out with her. I still remember exactly where we were when she told me, Chemistry (where the two of us were lab-partners, together with another friend.)

My first girlfriend! I remember feeling all warm and fuzzy. I still do when I remember it. So we went on our first date. The only problem, although I didn't know it at the time, was that she was already dating one of my friends. It turned out not to be a problem, he was cool with it, but then again he was the kind of guy who was cool with pretty much everything ("Que sera, sera.")

Our first date went pretty smoothly, but I didn't kiss her. My excuse was that I had a bad cold and I didn't want to give it to her. She wanted me to French kiss her, but really I didn't know how. Not that I was against doing so on the first date (remember, I didn't really know the rules very well), but I really didn't want to mess it up, or give her my cold. I sometimes wonder how things may have been different if I had taken the chance. All the same, kiss or no kiss, my heart fluttered all night (and not from being scared by the horror movie we went to see.)

To make a long story short, I got the girl.
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Shawna, you still make my heart flutter.
And it's to you that I dedicate this page.
I love you, Honey.

Yours forever, T.H.