Carl's Career Field

Last night I asked Carl if I could post some pictures of what he does and write a little bit about this career field. His answer, "no". He's concerned he'll lose his XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX if for one minute we suggest that he might work with XXXXXXXXXXXX. I mean, last week, he did the coolest thing. He helped with xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I can't even blog about it. It was all over the news but I, the wife, have to act like I don't even know what's going on. So, if you're interested in my husband's career, check out www.foxnews.com but don't come here.

Frugal Blogger

I want to be frugal. Not forever, you see, just long enough to see if I like it. I'm so envious (yes, I know it's one of the seven deadly sins. i'll work on that later in the year) of people who can follow a budget, balance their checkbook, put things back because they "don't need them", etc. I want to be one of those girls. Those girls look like they have a life in control. Any suggestions on how one could become frugal? I want to give it a shot and I promise I'll try it for ONE WHOLE DAY. If I like it I'll do it more, but likely just in certain areas.

NOTE: I got this idea from my dear friend Janelle's blog. She had a link to http://www.inashoe.com/ (yes, I thought it was about shoes) This woman is amazing. She has 8 1/2 children and obviously follows a tight budget. Somehow, though, she manages to make it look fun. Check her out.

Possibly The Scariest Decorating Ever

A few months ago, Carl and I went to see The Sound of Music at our local theatre. I think I blogged about the lack of beer. Anyway, during intermission I did what EVERY girl does. I went to the restroom and waited in the impossibly long lines to use the facilities. Something creepy caught my eye when I walked in. I was actually so taken aback by what I saw that I looked away and then when I was finally in the stall (which was secured with a shower curtain!) I pulled back the shower curtain and shot this pic with my camera phone. That's why it's grainy. Don't they look like Muslim women in burkas with flowers? Well they're not. It's much worse. They're URINALS wearing sheets bearing plastic flowers as gifts. Must have been a tight budget. Ick.

Kisses

So here's what happened. We decided that EVERY year on our anniversary we would try to recreate our wedding photo. You know, something to look back on each year. Well, it proved to be much more difficult than we planned. This is my favorite picture, but it sure wasn't easy to catch. Poor Carl had to kiss me like a million times. I'm not even sure I remember having this photo taken. Was I asleep?

Death by Chocolate only made me STRONGER

The Vandenberg Spouses Club organized a trip to the local casino tonight. (It was lame in so many ways) It happened to be the night of the Chocolate Buffet. They gave away our table because we were seven minutes late. Apparently The Death By Chocolate is a big deal out here so we had to sit in pairs of two and four. Basically, it boiled down to eating chocolate with my neighbor. She's just fine, but we could have done without the car pooling if it was going to be such a cluster. I tried to make the most of the evening by gambling a little and indulging in really bad chocolate. Oh look at it. It was just awful.

Why men shouldn't take phone messages...

I eated it

Positive Affirmations

This week in my all too lame college course our tree hugging teacher (who I love, but is a total wreck) decided that since no one was doing their homework it must be a result of our low self-esteem. Well and that when asked where her homework was, crazy girl burst into tears and had some excuse about her grandmother dying when she was two. Then we spent 45 minutes consoling her. So our assignment this week was to prepare a positive affirmation and say it to ourselves everyday. I think positive affirmations are stupid but I'll play her game. When we were asked to share our positive affirmation with the class I delivered this blow: "I am going to resist the urge to crush the weak. They don't have as much going for them as I do." My teacher had to pick her jaw up off the ground. She doesn't know me very well yet. Maybe I like positive affirmations after all, I've said it at least twice a day since then.

We're 1!

We made it! We've been married ONE year! Turns out one year IS diamonds. I like diamonds. I wonder what you get for two years?!? Wow. I might have to hang around and find out. I've never been married for two years before.

Carl's First Blog Comment

Today I sent Carl the following mushy forward via email:

Hot Chocolate

A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired. During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups - porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate.

When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said: "Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. The cup that you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.

Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot chocolate God has provided us. God makes the hot chocolate, man chooses the cups. The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything that they have. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. And enjoy your hot chocolate.

This is what I got in response:

That's nice but I'm sure Hugh Hefner's Hot Chocolate is much happier driving around in a limo and wearing silk PJ's than Pepe who's Hot Chocolate wears Wranglers and rides around in a rusted out Ford Festiva.