9.27.2011

with my by myself

Last night my husband of three plus months up and moved out. Moved all the way to Tri-Cities, Washington and woe is definitely me. He'll be there for the next 6 weeks (minus one day!) and pretty much I already hate it. Who is going to drive me everywhere? Who will wash the dishes? And most importantly who will keep me from eating chocolate chips for dinner?!

The other night I was talking to my friend Ande who is also freshly married and whose husband travels a lot for work. We were talking about the crazy things we think/do when our husbands are out of town for the night. She said last time her husband was gone, she found some poles in their closet and propped them up next to her bed...just in case. We had a pretty good laugh about that one but after last night I'm thinking I might need my own set of poles.

It took me a couple of hours to fall asleep and I had some pretty pathetic and embarrassing thoughts during that time. I only realized how pathetic and embarrassing they were this morning when I was miraculously still alive. I think one of the real low points was when I was playing with my hair and wondered if I might actually be playing with someone else's hair and they were laying in bed with me waiting to attack. Wait it gets creepier....it was the little girl from The Ring! I mean...in this scenario, would my poles even help me? Guys, should I upgrade to a spear?

All my single ladies and my male readership (I don't have a male readership) probably can't relate but can I get an amen! from my married sisters? Even though we confidently slept in our own (twin?) beds alone for 20 plus years, it somehow seems so wrong to have to do it now. Call me crazy but it just feels so nice knowing you have a big strong man to protect you from danger.

I mean...
am I right?

*I really love my husband. Big time. He might be small but his heart is probably 3/4 of his body weight. Who else do you know with a 60 pound heart?

9.03.2011

flowers

Thursday:





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Saturday:




Two days before the wedding Norhan, Shuruq, Morgan and I all went to Fields of Flowers and picked all the flowers for the wedding. I guess we got a little carried away because we ended up picking about twice as many as we used. Oh, well. It was so fun and there were so many happy/lovey particles floating around. I wouldn't have had it any other way. Florist? Who needs a florist when you have your besties? And each of us separately resolved that we, too, would have a flower farm someday.

Someday...