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.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
It's good to have her home again :-)
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.
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.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
I missed her immediately
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.
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.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Happy New Year, and all that jazz!
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.
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.
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