Category: Tim


This is a draft of a post I for some reason never posted. I wrote it almost two years ago and it is just too good to not share. Enjoy 🙂

Sometimes I am pretty lazy when Tim gets up and starts roaming around the house. I just try to listen to what he is getting into. One night I was laying in bed while he was in the bathroom and I hear him drop something small and plastic onto the sink. I quickly realize he is trying to put in his contacts. I guess he was just slipping into his morning routine… only at 1 AM (side note: I wonder if he is sleepwalking some mornings when he gets up and that’s why he gets so irritable with me). I knew this would never be good, so I rush in there and tell him to put down his contact case and come back to bed. He gets ticked off at me (which he normally does while sleepwalking and I prevent him from doing something he is trying to do) but does as I ask.

I get back to bed before him. When I see him coming back into the bedroom he has my glasses on. Now this is hilarious to me for two reasons: 1) he has glasses on that are noticeably feminine; 2) he is blind as a bat and what I see is barely fuzzy. There is no way my glasses are doing anything for him. So I asked him, “Why do you have my glasses on?” He said he couldn’t find his own and mine were right there. This is very suspicious to me since I know that I left mine on my bedside table. Since the bathroom is on his side of the bed that meant he got up, came to my side of the bed to get my glasses, and then walked back to the bathroom. There is no logic to this to me. So I asked him if they were actually doing anything for him (oh yeah, I can have a full conversation with him in his sleep… no one would really know he was sleepwalking but me b/c he looks totally awake). At that point, he gets mad takes them off and comes back to bed. Aaand now he is done talking with me.

I used to lay there confused staring at him, but now I usually just have a laugh and go back to sleep. It is always followed by us waking up in the morning and me asking, “Do you remember anything from last night?” That is just never a good question to be asked. Do you see what I am dealing with here? I swear, when we have kids, between them and Tim I will never get to sleep.

a bit freaked out

You may have to get used to me posting a couple of times in one sitting. I go through times of not feeling like posting, then BAM, one day I feel like it. So there you go.

I just wanted to be sure to record on here how FREAKED OUT Tim is over there being a human in my belly. (Every time I say that phrase I think of this guy – Don’t click that if you are easily grossed out). Did I tell you (I forget everything these days) the other night we were eating dinner and I pulled up my shirt a bit to rub my very full belly, to which Tim responded with, “Can you please not do that while I am eating?!”. To say I was a bit shocked would be an understatement. Of course though I thought it was pretty funny too. Hey, some women may get offended, but I don’t for three reasons: 1) I know my husband loves me and would never want to intentionally hurt my feelings, 2) for some crazy reason I have not had mood swings, am not overly-emotional or hormonal feeling & 3) I also know that my husband says things at times with out thinking about all of the meanings that could come with his words. He ended up admitting that he thinks it is really weird that I have a human in my belly. I asked if that was part of the reason he wasn’t ever excited to feel the baby kick and he said yes.

Another night I could visibly see my belly jump when Jet moved around. I called Tim over there to see and he freaked out again. Is that normal? I have been told that fathers don’t really connect with the baby until he is holding said baby in his arms… but to be freaked out? I am not concerned at all, just curious. Tell me what you think here.

And because pictures are always fun, here I am at 26 weeks:

bad one on me…

Since I use my husband’s “oops” moments pretty often to share a bit of comedy with you, I figured I would tell on myself at least once. But don’t get used to this 😉

Yesterday I had a City Services Day with the local Chamber of Commerce Leadership Program I am a part of. We visited the local landfill, recycling center, water treatment plant, fire hall and police station. Most definitely the favorites of the day were the fire station and police station. At the fire hall the fire fighters demonstrated cutting a car open and another demonstration with them crawling through a tight space with wires hanging everywhere dressed in all of their gear. They even let me dress in full gear… which about weighed me down! (Pictures to come on that one). At the police station the favorite part was trying on the drunk goggles and trying to walk a straight line. You can see a poor kid trying an obstacle course with them on here. I actually did well with those and didn’t stumble at all… to which none of my classmates liked b/c I think they were counting on my to be the clumsiest of us all.

After the day of touring city services, Tim came to pick me up (we only have one vehicle right now). While telling him about the fire hall I told him that I might have to buy fire fighter gear for him. After staring at me for a long moment, he said, “maybe you shouldn’t have told me that one”. What?! I’m just trying to have an honest relationship here! 😉

Have you ever said something that totally meant to be comforting but backfired, horribly? Tim did the other day, and I am here to let you all know about it… and laugh with you 🙂

Saturday when Tim gave me a hug I put my face against his neck. He said to me that I had a cold nose. Later on that evening he gave me another hug and said my nose was still cold. Then he said (this is where it gets good), “It’s probably because it is SO big!”. I then have a look on my face like, “What the…?” You could almost see the wheels turning in his head while he was trying to figure a way out of this little predicament. He said, “I mean, it’s far away from your face… like a horse!” I then started to slowly back away. Even though I knew he didn’t mean it, it still stung a little, all the while being hilarious. He said, “I only said that b/c you say your nose is big!”. I truly did not know how to react. After him panicking for a couple of minutes and not letting me out of our hug, we finally just laughed it off.

But seriously… who says that?! So me and my extra large schnoz will be milking Tim’s slip up for awhile 🙂

We are celebrating the life of two precious ladies today…

Grayce Denton was Tim’s great-aunt. Tim was adopted by his grandparents and raised by them and his grandmother’s two sisters, Grayce being one of them. Tim has said that Grayce was the one he butted heads with the most growing up, but I think that is b/c he might be most like her and she challenged him the most. As an adult, Tim has been closer to her. She was fiesty, loving and funny while I have known her over the past 8 years. She was loved and will be missed. She died at 92 years of age and was fiesty all of the way to the end. Today is her memorial service. Here is a picture of Tim and her a couple of months ago:

Tim and Grayce

Today also just so happens to be the birthday of sweet Daphene, our Compassion International sponsored child. While I cannot post a picture, I can tell you that she is from Haiti and she is a doll. Daphene has now been in our life for a couple of years and she is SO precious to us. Not only are we getting to pour into her life, but she is writing to us, drawing pictures and praying for US. Gosh I love this girl who I have never met. She turns 8 years old today! I hope that she knows she is loved.

If you are interested in learning more about Compassion, click HERE. Not only will you be supporting a child when partnering with Compassion, but you will possibly be saving their life. And YOUR life will be blessed beyond measure I can promise you that.

So, today we are celebrating Grayce and Daphene, both are loved.

At this point in our marriage, I am a really light sleeper. I have to be. Tim has gotten into some crazy things. Like the time I woke up and he had incredibly good breath (especially for morning breath). I thought that was odd, but didn’t really think much else about it. That is until I went into the bathroom and saw the Listerine I just bought that week was now half way gone. Oh no. With Tim and his sleepwalking, sometimes you have to be a little open minded when figuring the events of the previous night out (wow that sounds like he is a drunk… I can assure you he is not). I don’t remember how we figured it out, but we deduced that he had drank the Listerine. Great. Can I just say no matter how you put it, the people at poison control will continue to ask questions to figure out exactly what happened. And when they found out it was my husband, a grown man, who had drank this possibly hazardous liquid, well they just had to know why. So then I find myself in a conversation about how bad my husband’s sleepwalking is and she begins to give me advise about locking things up at night. She actually wanted me to put child safety locks on everything. Let me just say that would only tick him off. He has a very short temper while sleep walking.

He ended up just fine. This was actually about a year ago. Since then I have found out that he most likely did NOT drink the Listerine. He actually rinses his mouth out every time he gets up during the night. Which is about 2-3 a night, whether it be to pee, or get a late night snack (which he also does in his sleep).

I will tell you that the more interesting stories are when I move the bedroom furniture around. It took me almost two years to realize that my love of rearranging the bedroom furniture (no really, I have done this all of my life, no clue why) and his sleep walking don’t really make a good match. One of them had to go. And sense I don’t think he has any control over his, I reluctantly gave up my little hobby. He has after all run head first into walls before because of this. Now, I have no idea WHY he was running in his sleep, but I promised I would keep the furniture in the same place after that.

Incidentally, I find this pretty comical… hence me sharing it with you 🙂

upcoming posts…

Lately I have been trying to figure out common happenings in my life that I could document on here. You know, like people who are crafty or good with their camera or adding to their family (by adoption or pregnancy) or great cooks or are living in another country. Only… I am none of those things. So what in the world could I tell you about on a regular basis? After some thought, I think I have come up with a couple of goods topics. I hope I don’t bore you too much, but these are just things that keep me entertained and going… or at least adds to it. And right now it is a bit past my bedtime, so I am just going to bullet point them for you.

  • Sleep-walking Hubby: My husband sleepwalks, every. night. No joke. This is such an odd thing to deal with (one that I was NOT warned about before the wedding). And oh yes, I HAVE to deal with it. I have to wake up when he gets up or else he will get into stuff he shouldn’t while walking in your sleeping. And b/c you are not supposed to wake up a sleepwalker (right?) I just gently guide him along. Even then he gets very upset with me (while still asleep) if a jar him too much. Then the next morning he never remembers a thing. Sometimes he doesn’t even believe the stories. I’ll now be sharing some of those stories with you. And for those of you who already know some of the crazier things he has done, please note that I will be leaving those OUT b/c, well quite frankly, I don’t want to be locked out of my own house. And for those of you who don’t know anything about this, you now know that he does things in his sleep that are crazy enough to be left out of documentation. Thank goodness he doesn’t get on Facebook or read my blog. Let’s keep that one between you and me 😉
  • The loyal pup: My dog Kansas absolutely loves me. I am not boasting in the least. In fact, it can be annoying at times. She always thinks she has to be right by my side. It does get cute though when she positions herself sitting right next to me, but then acts like she doesn’t notice me (even though she is literally peaking at me in the corner of her eye). It’s like she is saying, “Here I am just in case you would like to love on me!” I’ll be sharing the occasional picture of ridiculous and/or cute times that she has made her presence known. I’ll share one with you now. See, isn’t she so sweet?! I was making the bed, turned around to grab a pillowcase and when I turned back around I found this:

Kansas, being ridiculous

Notice she is not looking at me directly. See… just casually making herself available to be loved on.

  • Workin’ on the ole abode: This past week I have been inspired. I have spent quite a bit of time over here and while I will by no means be doing renovations like they have, I will be making some home improvements. This past month I have done quite a bit to our condo. (It’s about time, we have nearly lived here a year!) While doing these projects I have discovered how much I really like to assemble and build things. So, hopefully, armed with my dad’s love for carpentry (you know, passed down to me) and my husband’s tools, I’ll be able to make some adjustments to our little home… and document them here. I already have one project finished and ready to share with you… but not tonight. Soon though 🙂

Ok, that’s all for now. I am sure there are other regular topics in my life, but these are what I will concentrate on for now, along with other random rantings that go through my head. I hope you enjoy reading 🙂

 

Happy Birthday baby!

Today is the love of my life’s birthday. I am SO blessed to have such a wonderful husband. He is 28 on the 28th 🙂 (I don’t know why, but I keep saying that). We are in the process of buying a car and having to do maintenance on another so he has forewarned me that I can’t do much for his birthday. But I can still make a big deal about it, right?! 🙂 Here are a few photos of me and my love, Tim:

Tim and me watching the sunset

Tim and Scalise

tomato, tomato…

My husband makes fun of me for how I pronounce “clothes”. I make sure you can hear the “th” when I say the word, while he says it more like “close”.

How do you say the word? Are there other words you say that you might pronounce a little differently than others?

I want to take a moment to brag on my God right now. To do this, I need to tell you a little story about the past couple of months in my life.

My husband and I bought a condo in May. We LOVE it. We really do. It has been the perfect first home (that we own) for us. Because we purchased a home, we were expecting to get the first time home buyers tax credit. Now if you know us, you know my husband has a really old truck. You will also know how much he loves his truck. He has named it and even gets defensive if I speak ill of said truck (thank goodness he does not read my blog nor get on Facebook!). His truck is a 24 year old Toyota 4×4 Pickup. If you are a guy, you would most likely marvel at it, rust and all. If you are a girl, you would most likely feel sorry for me when I have to drive the thing. But, to its defense, it is A LOT of fun to drive it when there is snow and ice on the roads. It does not effect it whatsoever. SO much fun. Anyways, I am rambling, we really thought that Bee (the truck, named after Bumblebee on Transformers 🙂 would die before Nissandra (my little 11 year old Nissan Sentra). Both have been GREAT vehicles, besides a ton few major minor hiccups along the way. Regardless, you would think, you would THINK the car would outlast the truck.

So, b/c of all of this way of thinking, when we got the housing tax credit, we were planning on trading the truck in along with a good down payment for a new (to us) vehicle. That was the plan the WHOLE time. And while we had this plan, it took longer than I would have thought for the said tax credit to come in. I messed up the paperwork (b/c I tried to do it all myself, not knowing what I was doing whatsoever), so it was sent back to us telling us to redo it. I was really frustrated and stressed out because of all of this. I really thought we needed the tax credit asap. But I was not expecting it until December, hopefully. Well, about three weeks ago we received a letter in the mail from the IRS stating they had received all of our paperwork, everything was good to go and we should receive our payment in three to four weeks. We were excited, but also antsy.

While all this is going on (all of this meaning everyday checking the mail box only to come up empty handed – no check), my car, Nissandra, breaks down at a busy intersection in town… during lunch hour. Lately it has sounded a little too much one of those VW cars that has the diesel engine (that’s right, right?), only it does not in fact have a diesel engine. As I was sitting at this intersection waiting for my green light, I realize how quiet Nissandra all of a sudden is. I look at my dash to discover she has died. Only, it didn’t jump the way a five-speed usually does when you it stalls. So, as I try to restart it, I find that it won’t restart. I was SO embarrassed b/c I was the first car in a long line of vehicles waiting for a green light, and now my car won’t budge (the Lord has also been teaching me about my own pride and humbling me quite a bit lately, which is for another post). So while I call Tim, the nice man in the car behind me comes up to my car and offers to push me out of the way. I felt so bad for him b/c no one offered to help him (I was steering and he was pushing my car by himself), but SO grateful for him.

Anyway, a long story short, we had my car towed. We also had some AMAZING friends let us borrow one of their vehicles so we would not have to rely on Tim’s truck (that just wouldn’t start on Sunday, but then decided to start on Monday) or rent a car.

We got a call yesterday from the mechanic. It will cost at least $1,400 to fix my car, and possibly another $1,000. I said to the man, “Well that sounds more than it is worth”, then he replied with a simple, “Yes ma’am”. Great. I told Tim, “Who would have thought Nissandra would go out before Bee!” and he replied, “Well I would”. Of course. Always loyal TO A TRUCK.

So, I started looking all over the internet for good deals on vehicles for me, since we do not have the tax credit in yet, and no one will take my car as a trade in now that it has kicked it. Tim and I discussed our options, but weren’t stressed out about it. I have no idea why, but we really weren’t stressed. Tim had an unusually free Thursday night, so we went out on a date. After we got back we strolled down to the mailbox to check the mail. Guess what was in there: the check! After us BOTH doing a happy dance and praising God in the parking lot, we then talked about the perfect timing in all of this.

Here it is: the point to this post :):

If we would have gotten the check ANY earlier, we would have most definitely traded in the truck with the money as a down payment for a new vehicle. Then we would have a newer vehicle with a payment, then my car would have died. Then we would have had to, at some point, need to get another vehicle with a payment. Not ideal for our situation. But because the check came in the SAME day we found out Nissandra is gone forever, we will (hopefully) have a vehicle that will last at least a year longer + a reliable vehicle with no payment. Now we know which vehicle will be able to do that.

How GOOD is our GOD! HIS timing is PERFECT. I was just thinking this morning how pointless my anxiety and frustration was about getting all of the paperwork turned in and get the process complete. That was MY timing, not His. He knows what is going on. He has got it under control.

Okay, like I said, I just wanted to take a moment to brag 🙂

Tell me about a time when it was evident God’s timing is perfect in your life.