To my few faithful readers,
I am so sorry I have neglected you this past month. I have thought of you, often, but have been on a personal hiatus from such things as blogging, putting laundry away quickly, scrubbing the kitchen floor, and other such mundane tasks. Blogging, however, does not belong in the mundane world; please don't be offended. I've simply been lazy! (There's some more refreshing honesty for you!) How do YOU get out of your slumps? I'm pretty much ready to try anything. And my family is again ready for me to try anything as well!
Another wonderful anniversary day down memory lane today; March 1, 2002. My first date with my husband. I don't think I was out of line for asking him out first; you'll recall in my previous post that he approached ME with that ridiculous pickup line.... But something inside of me changed that day and I could not get him out of my mind. So sorry to the guy who was my boyfriend at the time....but your pickup line of "Hi, I'm Brian," just didn't capture me like another I'd heard!
Jason arrived at the door, actually on time, and my roomie noticed we were under the mistletoe. (Wow - that could have been fun in the first five minutes of the date).... but he gave me a quick peck on the cheek instead and we were on our way. I thought his car was pretty nice (it was actually his roomie's), but tried not to think ill of a guy who really drove a purple Camaro! We headed off to a Grizzlie's Hockey Game where some of the Special Olympics ice skaters were performing during a period break. Let me just say - for a first date, this guy was pretty darn friendly! Already holding hands.........the mom of an athlete saw us in the elevator and asked us when we got married! I don't know how red my face turned!
That must have been an indication of how the evening would turn; I think we were both pretty hooked on each other by the end of our date. Following the hockey game, he treated me to dinner at The Old Spaghetti Factory where he introduced me to their spinach tortellini. LOVE THOSE!! Of course we engaged in very witty banter and conversation the entire night, and then came the much-laughed-about-now moment of our first date. This might be entirely too much information, but I truly believe it shows how much I truly liked this guy. He excused himself to go use the little boy's room. I sat.
And sat.
And sat.
And then I sat some more.
By this point I was seriously wondering if I was going to have to call my roommate to come pick me up. "Perhaps I was a little too witty for this man," I thought. "Perhaps he left me here because he simply couldn't keep up with me!" The server checked on me a few times with a very concerned look on his face. Yes, he checked on me at least three times.
FINALLY, the man of the hour returned. This time HE had quite the red face; I was just happy I didn't have to call and wake my roomie for a rescue!! Of course we didn't talk too much about those LONG moments during our first date then....but every year when we revisit our first date, we pretty much laugh hysterically at the most-memorable moment of that blessed evening. Ok, the making out after was pretty good too (oops, did I just type that out loud?!), but the potty break was much funnier!
Thank you for letting me share!
Now on to the current happenings. I am actually cooking dinner tonight. Wanna know what we're having? The EASIEST recipe EVER. I'm not even talking about cereal; ready?
Italian Chicken
4 large chicken breasts, cut into strips.
1 can Cream of Chicken Soup
1 pkg. dry Italian Dressing mix
Place chicken into crock pot. Mix soup and dressing mix. Put soup mixture over chicken. Cook on low 6-8 hours or high 3-4 hours.
I told you! Easy! And delish. My kids even eat it without playing the "I'm-going-to-eat-a-bite-before-you" game! What? You've never played that game? Let's just say it's a standard for my almost 2-y-o at this house. With my oldest we used to give each bite the name of a family member, and that was pretty fun. "NO! Don't eat Adam!" And then "Adam" would go on a journey to the stomach. We tend to be pretty creative with getting kids to eat at our house. Even with that game, my oldest never made it on the growth chart; if there were a growth chart for 8 year old boys, I doubt he would be on it still! But I tell you what, he's got the spirit and energy of an 80th percentile kid, all the way!
I used to date a guy who was 6'7". He still is 6'7", but I don't date him anymore, in case you were confused. For those of you who think I'm taller than I am, I'm not. I am a mere 5'4". I loved what he used to tell me though, and I've thought about it a number of times since then. "You may be only 5'4", but your spirit is 6'7"!"
I know some of us may feel at times that our spirits are small and we aren't as great as the next person who can seemingly do everything, manage everything, make everything look cute or fancy, and have kids who act appropriately all the time. At those times for me, I think about my spirit - and I tell myself, "CHAR! You have a 6'7" spirit! You can do this!" And you know what? It works! "Rise to the stature of your spirit , all ye downhearted, and you will be lifted up! (Charlene 3:27) :)
Enjoy your day!
p.s. If I get 20 followers on my blog, I may do a giveaway next week! You should be SUPER excited!!!
