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Things I’ve learned after 4 months of marriage

It seems like the end of the year is always a good time to do a count-down or two, so I figured I’d get into the act with a little HB flavored count down.

  • We like each other a lot
  • We really like our house
  • We like our dog, We like our dog too much, How do you not write about stuff like this?
  • It doesn’t bother me to wear my wedding ring at all. I actually have quit even noticing it at all. I don’t think anyone has ever confused me with Mr T., so I was a little worried that the ring might make my finger itch unbearably.
  • Being married has not made me a better craftsman.
  • Being married has not changed Hannah’s desire to pile her things in strange places. Does the phone really charge better at the bathroom sink? Should flip flops be set on the dinner table?
  • My bike still gets flats…. A lot of them.
  • Hannah’s bike still gets flats too.
  • Mother Nature does not care that we are married. Let’s face it. We live in Washington. It’s gonna rain.
  • In Hannah’s mind, Oprah versus Monday Night Football is not a contest. Oprah wins every time. It doesn’t matter who’s on the show.
  • In my mind, Oprah versus Monday Night Football is not a contest. MNF wins every time. It doesn’t matter who’s playing, or that the channel is fuzzy because we don’t actually pay for ESPN. Speaking of which, being married has not given me the power to actually hear what is being said on the fuzzy ESPN channel. I keep hoping.
  • I’m still a big fan of cookies.
  • Hannah is a geek.
  • Wearing business socks to bed does not actually promote getting down to business.
  • It’s a crummy time to be a sports fan in Seattle. (Hey, I never said this was going to be all about marriage)
  • Ponds hold a lot of water. Sometimes they leak.
  • When you go out furniture shopping, it’s important to know the size of the room you are trying to fill.
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Little & Big Red

We went surfing yesterday. Okay, to be more specific, Barry went surfing and I found myself in the foam gasping for air wondering how many more years my wetsuit (Little Red) had lived before I came around.

When we first arrived I thought I wouldn’t have to practice my skills, as we couldn’t find my papa and he had all my gear. Thankfully, we found him and I was lucky enough to cover myself from head-to-toe in patched together boyant gear.

I thought I was being kind of tough, going out in the water and all….of course I had to make a big deal about strapping myself onto the boogie board. Our friends Adam and Alyssa were already out there riding waves that only looked bigger and bigger as I paddled out. 

Barry, Flip and Adam are of the school that waiting for a big wave is the best way to go. I, on the other hand, decided that my time would best be spent using all my energy and time kicking, kicking, kicking…..and kicking only to be pummeled by a wave that seemed tiny from the parking lot. My sweet husband decided that he could take over my White Thunder (that’s what it says) boogie board and I should try his surf board. All I can say is: wet suit from the year 1972 + surf board wax + me = ROLLING BALL in water.

After floating around for a while longer, I decided that sipping on delicious hot chocolate (thanks for the thermos, Fidge) and watching the true surfers would be a perfect way to end the day. What I didn’t account for was trying to get out of my wetsuit….Oh, Little Red. Thankfully, I am not the only one with this problem

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Cute as a Button

It seems like we get the Skagit Valley Itch every couple weeks and need to head North to see our family and friends that live up there. My parents got a new dog, Tagert, and it was necessary that Sydney gave her blessing before he became too much a part of the Camp Janet Crew. Luckily, she was able to give her seal of approval.

Midge and Mac ended up coming out and we took a walk around the property…WHAT BEAUTIFUL COLORS!!! I love my grandma Lowman for about a zillion different reasons, but one of the reasons that I love and adore her is that she dresses like me…or rather, I dress like her. We are both always FREEZING, so bundling is a MUST.

When I hop into her hot rod, she’s always got it toasty and she even shares the heat with me. When I ride with My Man, I have to keep his internal thermometer in mind. I usually can take the hint from him that it is too hot when he rolls down the window and starts peeling off clothes.

Anyhow, Midge and Mac came to visit and we trotted up, down &all around.  Eventually we ended up in the neighbor’s field to watch Barry demonstrate his baseball skills. I too tried to show that I’ve got an arm that can throw….I promptly threw the ball in the middle of the ‘no-throw-danger-grass’ zone. Of course, right?

I think Midge got warmed up laughing at the dogs sprinting and my dog thinking that she was part of the game. Who knew a pug could run so much?