February 4, 2011
12:43 AM
{Chemistry 105}
Showing posts with label The Mister. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Mister. Show all posts
Friday, February 11, 2011
{Laying foundations}
"If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now, put the foundations under them."
Thursday, June 24, 2010
TOTALLY SHAMELESS! and a GIVEAWAY!
Okay, I recognize the fact that this post pretty much goes against the entire point of this blog, but I'm a little desperate.
The Mister wants an iPad. BAD. He goes to the campus bookstore about 4 times a week to play with the samples. He's totally twitter-pated over lots of types of technology, but I think its true love when it comes to the iPad. Obviously, it's out of our budget and not a "necessity", so he has done without.
Today I stumbled upon a chance for me to win one for him! It's a photo contest. You might remember this little incident with the peanut butter. I've submitted a picture of it to the Share a Smile contest. It's the last week to enter and I'm a little late in the game. BUT, I know that we can do it for my most amazing husband!
Just follow this link: http://shareasmile.smilegeneration.com/submission/subprofile/740
Register, and vote as many times as it will let you. Today, it's four. Four votes in less than a minute! THAT's AWESOME! Please, please pretty please vote!
And I'll tell you what...to make it worth your while, I'll make it a GIVEAWAY!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR VOTES!
This giveaway is now closed and I will choose a random winner tomorrow!
The Mister wants an iPad. BAD. He goes to the campus bookstore about 4 times a week to play with the samples. He's totally twitter-pated over lots of types of technology, but I think its true love when it comes to the iPad. Obviously, it's out of our budget and not a "necessity", so he has done without.
Today I stumbled upon a chance for me to win one for him! It's a photo contest. You might remember this little incident with the peanut butter. I've submitted a picture of it to the Share a Smile contest. It's the last week to enter and I'm a little late in the game. BUT, I know that we can do it for my most amazing husband!
Just follow this link: http://shareasmile.smilegeneration.com/submission/subprofile/740
Register, and vote as many times as it will let you. Today, it's four. Four votes in less than a minute! THAT's AWESOME! Please, please pretty please vote!
And I'll tell you what...to make it worth your while, I'll make it a GIVEAWAY!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR VOTES!
This giveaway is now closed and I will choose a random winner tomorrow!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
{He's HOME!}
"After completing his experiments [...] he returned home contented."
The Mister is HOME!
Good grief I love this man so much. I love that when he spots us from across the courtyard I can see his pace quicken as he hurries to grab us all up. I love that he gives each of us his undevoted attention as though nothing else exists in the world for those moments. I love that after nearly seven years (whoa!) of marriage I still get butterflies when I see him and that he still looks at me like I am the young college cheerleader of our dating days. (Even though my hips tell the story of the years and the births, his face never does.) I love that he misses me like I miss him and that our children are as madly in love with him as I am.
You know what else I love? I LOVE that I think he loves me best. And I think that's the way it should be--because if we always love each other best, then every other piece of love between us and around us will always fall into place after it.
Sorry for all the mush...maybe I'll have a go at some profundity next week....
The Mister is HOME!
Good grief I love this man so much. I love that when he spots us from across the courtyard I can see his pace quicken as he hurries to grab us all up. I love that he gives each of us his undevoted attention as though nothing else exists in the world for those moments. I love that after nearly seven years (whoa!) of marriage I still get butterflies when I see him and that he still looks at me like I am the young college cheerleader of our dating days. (Even though my hips tell the story of the years and the births, his face never does.) I love that he misses me like I miss him and that our children are as madly in love with him as I am.
You know what else I love? I LOVE that I think he loves me best. And I think that's the way it should be--because if we always love each other best, then every other piece of love between us and around us will always fall into place after it.
Sorry for all the mush...maybe I'll have a go at some profundity next week....
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
What Thoreau Didn't Know...
This week is about my awesome and wonderful husband.
The mister has not always had a lot of self confidence when it comes to his academic abilities. Once upon a time, he was misdiagnosed with a learning disability. It was, in fact, a problem with his sight, but it left him seriously doubting himself in the academic world. Add to that some pretty crummy teachers (seriously...I have actually gasped at some of his stories) and the charms of a southern education and you have a recipe for disaster. Honestly, I think this self-doubt is one of the reasons why the Mister is starting his "official" college career a little later in life than most. It just took him a little longer to realize that he has what it takes and to be sure enough to give it everything he's got.
With two kids and my new job and (trying!) to manage a house, I don't have the time to sit with him and see what he's up to all the time like I wish I could. We definitely talk about what he's working on and how his classes are going, but I don't really have the ability to get into what he is learning. He had been worried about a test he had coming up--his first "real" test--in an English class. If you know him, you know that spelling and grammar are definitely NOT the man's strong points. Lucky for him, he married an English major. I was hoping to spend some time with him studying and helping him prepare for his test, but with two kids refusing to sleep and the million other things that get in the way, it just didn't happen. He was on his own. He studied hard, just as he has been doing since the start of the semester, but when he took his test, he came home and said he felt like he didn't do very well. We were both bummed, but kept our chins up and said there would be lots more tests to do better on and balance out the grade.
Yesterday, he came home with the test. And now...it lives here:
That's right. On our fridge, where all good grades go!
In case you can't see the grade (or in case you also want to sample the poor sweet man's spelling skills...)
And, just because I think it is positively awesome, a little glimpse at what he sat at the table doing in preparation for a test in a DIFFERENT English class (poor man! Two at once!) I actually had to rescue this from the trash to take the picture. Sis got hold of it and added her personal touch, and the Mister crumpled it, as though to destroy the evidence. Luckily, I'm sneaky. (If you can't quite tell, it is the names of the major characters in his novel he had to read this week, written over and over and over and over.)
The mister has not always had a lot of self confidence when it comes to his academic abilities. Once upon a time, he was misdiagnosed with a learning disability. It was, in fact, a problem with his sight, but it left him seriously doubting himself in the academic world. Add to that some pretty crummy teachers (seriously...I have actually gasped at some of his stories) and the charms of a southern education and you have a recipe for disaster. Honestly, I think this self-doubt is one of the reasons why the Mister is starting his "official" college career a little later in life than most. It just took him a little longer to realize that he has what it takes and to be sure enough to give it everything he's got.
With two kids and my new job and (trying!) to manage a house, I don't have the time to sit with him and see what he's up to all the time like I wish I could. We definitely talk about what he's working on and how his classes are going, but I don't really have the ability to get into what he is learning. He had been worried about a test he had coming up--his first "real" test--in an English class. If you know him, you know that spelling and grammar are definitely NOT the man's strong points. Lucky for him, he married an English major. I was hoping to spend some time with him studying and helping him prepare for his test, but with two kids refusing to sleep and the million other things that get in the way, it just didn't happen. He was on his own. He studied hard, just as he has been doing since the start of the semester, but when he took his test, he came home and said he felt like he didn't do very well. We were both bummed, but kept our chins up and said there would be lots more tests to do better on and balance out the grade.
Yesterday, he came home with the test. And now...it lives here:
That's right. On our fridge, where all good grades go!
In case you can't see the grade (or in case you also want to sample the poor sweet man's spelling skills...)
And, just because I think it is positively awesome, a little glimpse at what he sat at the table doing in preparation for a test in a DIFFERENT English class (poor man! Two at once!) I actually had to rescue this from the trash to take the picture. Sis got hold of it and added her personal touch, and the Mister crumpled it, as though to destroy the evidence. Luckily, I'm sneaky. (If you can't quite tell, it is the names of the major characters in his novel he had to read this week, written over and over and over and over.)
I am so blessed to be married to a good, GOOD man who is working hard to make our lives better.
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