my hubby. i’ve been thinking all day how lucky i am to have him. how really really great things worked out for me this time, and how i’m so excited to be spending the rest of my life with him. it really hit home for me when i was making fish tacos tonight. i cleaned the whole kitchen, ran the dishwasher, cooked to my heart’s content, sliced up some apples, and we had a yummy meal. he loved the tacos, i loved making them (plus guacamole) for him, the dog loved lounging in the livingroom, the cats loved watching the dog.. nice happy family. i love all the time i spend with him (he even waits until i’m in the kitchen ignoring him to watch that vile show The Family Guy, and i love him for not making me go through it), i love our weekends together, and i love being his kept woman. ;-)
being a housewife. i LOVE it. i was talking to my friend Blake yesterday (who got a Corvette, and i told him i’m going to punch him for doing such a thing, and i told him that if he’s having a mid-life crisis, i’ll kill him), and i told Blake that i was born to do this. he said he was too but it didn’t work out for him. LOL. really, though, what’s better than cooking, cleaning, and working on whatever project hubby wants me to work on? be it clean the guns (gun-toting maniac!), edit the IMW compilation (yes, i’m really working hard on it), spend his hard-earned money on pedicures, or walk his dog. this month, i’m even going to tackle that project of getting my hair highlighted and cut (finally!).
guacamole. i love it so much.
Kathy Griffin. the snarker in me bows at her feet. the Hollywood-hata in me kisses her ring. the Christian in me secretly buys tickets to her standup tour and doesn’t tell anyone where we’re going when we go see her. the Clay Gaiken lover in me laughs my pinkytoe off.
having a husband to send to the store. kinda goes along with number 1, but anyway. the fish tacos recipe requires making beer-battered fish. i absolutely will not purchase beer. can’t do it. i’ve never had more than 2 sips, and i just can’t bring myself to buy it. i can buy wine, because the checker lady, seeing all my italian herbs and spices, realizes that i love to cook with wine. if they see me with beer, they think it’s how i get my unsightly stomach, and nosir, it is not. i get my unsightly stomach with lots of hard work and bad foods. i don’t want anyone thinking i have a beer belly. so sweetie, could you go buy me 1 cup of beer? i don’t care which kind, i just need 1 cup of it.
cooking with alcohol. LOVE cooking with alcohol. the other night, we had Cognac Shrimp for dinner. soooo good. of course, i didn’t know how expensive the dinner was until Frank got home with the tiny bottle of Cognac (sweetie, can you stop by that liquor store near the church on your way home from work?) and told me it was fifteen bucks. ouch. the alcohol cooked out, and it tasted like Gretchen Wilson smells on prom night (allegedly). yummo. don’t even get me started on bread pudding with bourbon sauce. i’ll kill for that stuff (gun-toting maniac!).
my wedding photographer (warning:Â slow loading website). she’s wonderful. i spent a good part of today trying to narrow down the wedding pics that i want. it’s SO hard, because she took so many fantastic pictures! i get 100 4×6′s, 10 5×7′s, 200 digitals (gotta have something to show my musees), and an amazing 30-page album. fantastic price, too. it’s just so hard, because she took about 350 pics that i want, and i have to narrow it to 200. ergh.
Mary Kay. my Mary Kay girl is in Indianapolis (Rachelle’s sis-in-law). i’ve gotten back into the routine of Timewise night stuff and moisturizer at night, and Timewise day stuff and moisturizer in the morning. it makes my skin pretty, but even if it didn’t, i would still do this. because it makes my skin feel pretty. i touch my face, it feels like i’m glowing. but not nuclear reaction glowing. pretty glowing. and i like being pretty.