The First Kiss

Yesterday while driving home I was struck with a memory or something that I hadn't thought of in a very long time.

Randy and I met my sophomore year of college.  I was full out having fun with my girlfriends, not a care in the world other than deciding who was going to be our designated driver for the evening.  When he called me to ask me to a party a friend of his was throwing, I wasn't really expecting it to be more than a fun evening, a couple of laughs and some smooching.

Then it all changed.

I still see it perfectly.  We were sitting at the tall table over in the corner.  He looked me right in the eyes, leaned in and kissed me so gently.  The room around us disappeared, the DJ was gone, there was no one else in the world except for he and I.  To be as cliched as possible, the world stopped and fireworks went off.

The first kiss is something we all look forward to.  It is so highly anticipated that more often than not it falls flat, leaves us wondering what went wrong.  Not ours though.  Our first kiss left me wanting more. 

Sitting in traffic on my way home, reliving this moment, I was once again sitting at that tall table.  I was feeling the rapid fire emotions of happiness, amazement, terror and joy.  I was reminded of one of the many reasons why we are together and why we love each other so very much. 

I don't know what sparked that memory...but I'm so glad I have it.

This Is What Passes For Seduction

This morning Randy opened up the freezer and immediately got bent out of shape because he couldn't find his frozen blueberries that he uses Every. Single. Morning.

R: You didn't get blueberries? ::huge sigh::

Me: Yes dear, I did.

R: Where are they?

Me: In that great big giant bag right there.

R: ::laughing:: Yeah, I don't think you got nearly enough ::voice dripping with sarcasm::

Me: Well, they were cheaper by the unit to buy the big bag rather than little bag.

R: ::setting aside his oatmeal:: ::grabs me in a hug:: Are you trying to seduce me talking about "unit price"? Because it's working.




I'm so lucky.

Did I Tell You About ...

I know it has been a couple of weeks since our NYC Anniversary trip and that I failed miserably in the re-cap of said trip. But, there is one story that, while Randy will probably beat me for posting, I HAVE to share.

::scene set-up::

After driving 4 hours to the big city, crossing the Queensboro Bridge at 10am and entering Long Island City, Randy hands me the phone.

R: Why don't you call the hotel to see if they happen to have off-street parking.

Me: Ok. ::dials # pre-programmed into phone::

:ring, ring:

Me: Hi, do you have off-street parking? You do? First come, first serve? Great! Thanks!

R: Do they?

Me: Did you not just hear me say that?

As we approach hotel we keep our eyes peeled for the off-street parking, to no avail. After circling the block 5 times, Randy tells me to get out and go ask the concierge where said parking is.

I come out 5 minutes later to tell him that there is in fact NOT off-street parking, despite previous conversation. I direct him to the two closest parking lots. We start circling.

It's now 11:15am.

First parking lot = Fail. Second parking lot = Double Fail.

We keep circling.

Finally we find a 24/7 parking lot. Eight blocks away from our hotel.

And he wants to bring our bags now.

And mine doesn't have wheels.

And now it's getting warm.

And I have ballet flats on.

We arrive back at the hotel and let them know that we would like to check our bags prior to check-in.

Concierge: I'm sorry, we don't have a reservation under that name.

Me: Awesome.

Randy: ::fuming, drags out laptop::

Five minutes later.

Randy: Oh.

Me: What?

Randy: We're at the wrong hotel (aside - HE put the address into the GPS and HE drove). We're at the Comfort Suites. We're supposed to be at the Country Inn and Suites.

Me: OK. Where is our correct hotel?

Answer?





Directly across the street from where we parked our car.

Like a stone's throw away.

I'm not kidding.






Needless to say, it was a pretty quiet eight block walk back.

Three Years Ago Today...

Three years ago today it was the COLDEST day in June. Seriously, it could have snowed.



Three years ago today we had the biggest party of our lives.



Three years ago today I married the man that was to grow old with me.


Three years ago today I married the man that was to be the father to our son.


Three years ago today I never would have imagined how amazing our life would be today.

The Sober Irish Chick.

A group of us went braved the snowy weather and went bowling last night. Hilarity ensued.









Now, I usually kick Randy's butt. Big time. Sadly, he killed us all his first game. BUT, being the genius that he is, he finally figured out why I hadn't brought my "A Game".

Obviously I'm not doing well...I'm Irish, not drinking and bowling. These things do not go hand in hand for success. Now if I was bombed? This game would be MINE!

Do you know the Muffin Man?

Not a great picture, but here is our Halloween Costume this year.



(my shirt says "Bun in Oven" and Randy's apron says "Bun Maker")

Randy totally carried the costume complete with chef hat, whisk, rubber gloves in his back pocket and a mixing bowl.

I carried the costume with raspberry lipgloss.

Hope everyone had a great weekend!

Two years ago...

Randy and I celebrated our two year wedding anniversary last week.

Two. Years.

Goodness, it doesn't seem possible. Where the heck did those two years go? I still remember our first official "date" with a clarity that is disturbing...right down to what jacket I wore (this fabulous plum colored suede knee length coat, loved it) and how appalled I was that he was friends with people I went to high school with (and wasn't crazy about).

Yet, here we are 7 years together, two of those as an old married couple. It doesn't seem possible.

What's in store for the next two years? The next twenty? No one really knows, but if we still look this happy through it all it will be worth every second.

He makes me laugh.

What else do you really need?

It takes a weekend away...

This past weekend the darling husband and I went camping with an old friend and his new girlfriend. That's right, camping. Those that know me are probably giggling right now trying to envision me in a tent. Or not showered. Or hiking.

Laugh away my friends, laugh away. It's well deserved.

I could go on and on about the views, but a picture is worth so much more than any words I can come up with! Amazing to say the least.

But it's not the views, the tent living, the drinking wine by the fire or numerous hot dogs that were consumed that were the highlights of our Memorial Day getaway. No, in fact it was something so little that most of us wouldn't even pick up on it.

Time.

That's right, time. Our lives are forever on the go. He is traveling constantly for work. I'm working long hours when he is home. He is studying for exams while I am left to my own devices. Don't get me wrong, we have a healthy, happy marriage. We rarely fight (much to my dismay at times) and when we do it is usually because I'm restless and need a row. There is a pattern to our days and nights together, a general follow thru that rarely deviates.

Most people would call this a rut. I don't. No, I call it comfortable...with a touch of monotony.

This weekend though, there was something there. Randy, the pup and I set off on our own in the afternoon and took a hike just the three of us. The first mile or so was punctuated with my breathless requests for water or a quick break. The next half mile us talking about our friends we were camping with (all good stuff I swear). The last part was just us. We talked about our jobs, our families, our projects for the house. We talked about where we are, where we want to be. We talked about our quest to add a little one to our family.

You see, we had the time to finally talk. We had the time to smile at one another, enjoy the view and make each other laugh. Time.

Who knew we needed it so badly?