Tuesday, June 29, 2010

No longer a newlywed.

On Sunday, we celebrated our 1st wedding anniversary...!  I still cannot believe it has been one whole year already...so I thought I would celebrate on the blog with a list of things I learned as a newlywed...

1. It's pretty awesome to never have to take out the trash myself again...
2. or mow the lawn.
3. If I want something done (i.e., the trash taken out or the lawn mowed) I have to ask repeatedly, sometimes 12-15 times, before it is actually done.  And the nicer it is said, the quicker it gets done.
4. Unless it is funny or sports, it is not being shown on our t.v.
5. I'm thankful I had a grieving partner when we lost Tatumbell.  No way I could have done that alone.
6. I think my friends and their husbands/other halves like David more than me sometimes...
7. We get really irritated when we are called a "house divided"...yes, we know, one likes OU the other OSU...we harbor no hatred for the other university, unless it's actually a Bedlam game, and the only thing really on the line is which one of us has to wear the other's university shirt at Christmas...
8. Putting clothes in the hamper will always be hard for David to do.
9. All those weird and annoying things he does...well, I may not be over them all or anything, but I have learned that those things make up him, and I'm working really really hard at not being so irritated when his jaw loudly pops when he eats, his snoring or his inability to ever be anywhere on time...
10. I have an automatic built-in support system.  He is always on my side, regardless if I'm wrong in the situation. 

I know how lucky I am.  I know too that we really are made to be together, so with that knowledge, is comforting. 

So happy anniversary, hubs!  Now on to year 2!!

Monday, June 28, 2010

We.Are.Faaammmiiileeee.

We went out to Picture People at Penn Square Mall last Friday to take a family pic with dad...my brother flew into town the night before to surprise my dad (his wife and baby were already here) with a weekend visit, so my sister wanted to take advantage of all of us being around at the same time, even if just for an hour or so. 

My dad is not doing all that great, and so I'm glad we have this, especially with the babies in it.  All three of us got married about six months apart from one another, so we have lots of family pics due to the weddings, but now with the additions of Harper and Austin, I'm happy we were able to do this.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

“Truth will rise above falsehood as oil above water.”

David likes to grill.  And he's gotten pretty good at it too.

He looks everything up online to make sure he's timing it all right and the temperature is right and he's using the tips correctly (i.e., putting ice cubes in the foil with the butter when grilling corn; leaving pork chops out of the fridge for at least 20 minutes before grilling so as not to "shock" the meat)...and one of these tips is not to use Pam cooking spray on the grill, but instead, spread an oil on the grill using a paper towel.

My assumption?  Any oil could be used.  Vegetable, olive...whatever.  I have both of these in the cabinet above my stove in the kitchen.

While preparing to cook out the other night, he reaches over me to get something out of this cabinet.

I assume he's looking for one of the oils. 

But he bypasses these, pulling them out only to continue looking behind them for something else.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Wesson oil," he tells me.

He's holding the generic grocery store brand of vegetable oil in his left hand, yet looking into the back of the cabinet.

Me: "What kind of Wesson oil?  That's the generic vegetable oil right there, and the olive oil is up there too somewhere."

My sometimes clueless husband: "It has to be Wesson oil."

Me, realizing quickly he doesn't realize it's just a brand name and wondering how long it will take for him to figure this out: "Honey, you're holding the vegetable oil.  Use that."

My now exasperated husband, sighs heavily and says, "Well, I hope it works the same and doesn't screw it up because it's vegetable oil and not Wesson oil."

Now it's my turn to sigh heavily...

Monday, June 21, 2010

Decorating and new doggie.

I've been busy moving rooms in my house.  When I don't have much to do, I start cleaning and rearranging furniture apparently...I haven't had free time in so long, I forgot what to do with it.  So I started moving all the bedrooms in the house.  I moved the spare bed upstairs, the futon downstairs (then eventually got rid of it altogether), and moved our bedroom to the back room (what used to be the spare bedroom).  Cleaning everything in the process.

Since my dad is now using a hospital bed, I offered to take his antique wood bed that used to be my Grandaddy's.  So I started prepping the spare bedroom for it's arrival.

I chose some fabric for curtains, matched the blue in it for the walls, and found some throw pillows for the bed. 

And then got to work.

After about a 3 week process, it is pretty much complete...! 

The front room before, as our bedroom...(I moved all of this to the back bedroom, and it looks exactly the same back there.  Reason for the move was this room has a ceiling fan).















Before the painting began...











Pretty much done!













And we have a new addition to our family...my dad's dog, Baxter, has come to live with us.
 I was unsure if we were ready for another pet, especially since Tatumbell has not been gone for long, but so far, he's aided in healing our hearts.  He is very laid back, never makes a sound, and loves car rides and visiting our friends.  We like having him around :)

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

My Taurus is Bigger than your Virgo

Despite our sad moods around the house (which have been getting much much better.  Many thanks to those that sent prayers and thoughts in our direction, they helped!)

we still have David around for some comic relief...

The night before Kim and Paul's wedding, we went over to their house before heading out.

Lindsey was wearing this shirt.














and David says to me, "Hey Kelsey, you need that shirt!"

I was immediately impressed that my husband knew I was a Taurus...he's not really into horoscopes and whatnot, so I thought to myself, "awww, he paid attention somewhere along the way..."

Nope.

Lindsey then asked him, "David, what are you?"

His response?

"Well, I'm rollin' in an Altima these days..."

It didn't take me long to realize my husband thought I should have Lindsey's shirt, not because he knew that I am a Taurus, but rather, because I drive one...

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Tatumbell.

I really don't want to write this post.

But it's been very sad around our house.

Last Thursday, David took Tatumbell to the vet.  He had been acting odd again, but this time, instead of panicking and worrying, I thought he would snap out of it again and be fine.

But I was wrong.

He was diagnosed with a mediastinal mass in his chest.  The tumor was obstructing his heart and lungs so much you could barely see them on the x-rays.

So we brought him home, tried to make him as comfortable as possible, and prayed he was not in much pain.

But it was evident he was.

Monday evening, David was at work, and I was seriously contemplating sleeping on the floor with Tatumbell, just to be near him.

He came out from underneath our bed where he had been for the last three weeks, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer.

I picked him up and took him to the couch.  He barely moved, and I was probably putting him in more pain just by touching him, but he suffered though it for me.

We laid together for over an hour.  I just petted him and talked to him and cried.  He purred, loudly sometimes.

And then he started breathing out of his mouth.  He could barely breathe.

So we called the vet, at 11:30 Monday night, and made the very difficult decision to put him out of his misery.

By midnight, my sweet baby boy was gone.

I have been a basket case, and this post alone has taken me over 40 minutes to write.

I know it was the right decision, but goddamn it this is painful.

A few months ago, I wrote about him here and I'm really glad I did that.

I just can't go and look at it again.  Not yet.

So goodbye, Bubba.  You were a very sweet boy, and your mom and dad will miss you so much.