So glad this week is over

This past week has been one of those weeks where you feel like you have been dragged through the mud over rocks and thrown in a swirling ocean.  I have made it through and for the most part feel stronger, but there are some fights and some events that even though they are the right thing are tough to get through. 

I will say though that this week reaffirmed that I married the right man, and that God knew what he was doing (of course, duh!) when he allowed us to find one another.  I know that no matter how much we fight or drive each other crazy, that at the end of a ridiculously hard day he’ll be there for me and say “Was it a one glass or two glass of wine kind of day? Actually, it doesn’t matter here is a glass and I have dinner under control.”

This awesome husband of mine turns 29 (eek!) on Sunday so I am sure I will find more crafty projects to torture him with, after of course we have a nice dinner. J  I hope you enjoy your weekend as much as I will!  

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Christmas is in 4 days…And I am kind of ready for it to be over.  The past couple of years haven’t been all that Christmasy.  It’s probably that thing that happens when you go from being a child to an adult and it just doesn’t hold the wonder and magic that it held back then.

It’s nice be around family and exchange gifts, but the work and the desire that everything must be perfect or be the exact tradition as last year wears me out.  I think a lot of this stems from the fact that after 3.5 years of marriage we still don’t celebrate on our own really.

We barely get to enjoy this season because we are rushing off to this or that, and there are so many days I’d rather sit around enjoy spending time with Jerry being thankful for our savior’s birth. 

I know one thing I can’t wait for is that I don’t have to work at all next week!  I am so excited to be able to sleep in, lie around the house and do nothing if I please.

Also, the one highlight of this week has been watching a bunch of teenagers playing dodge ball with toilet paper.  It was epic and hopefully will be a game that returns!    

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This week has been one crazy messed up roller coaster and I have a hate love hate relationship with them.  The anxiety to get on a roller coaster has me peeing my pants, throwing up in my mouth and fighting the urge to throw myself down a flight of stairs all at the same time.  Then I get on the roller coaster and almost pee myself every time I am facing the drop at the top, but then love it from that point on.  Why the second hate in the relationship you ask?  Well that is because the combination of adrenaline and anxiety causes a lovely headache at the completion of this ride.

The worst experience of this is when I am getting on a roller coaster I have never before experienced.  Case in point the time Jerry decided it would be awesome to take me on California Screamin’ at Disneyland.  I am feeling the usual anxiety and a little worse because it is my first time on this ride.  Jerry is joking that we are going to sit in the way back so I feel every whip of the turn.  He claims it makes it more exciting.  At this point my legs lose their ability to function, and Jerry proceeds to drag my limp body to the platform.  I now start to sing worship songs, and ask God to take me quickly if it’s my time.  Jerry gets me loaded in with the help of the ride operator.

We then leave the platform, go around the corner and stop.  To which I squeak out “why are we stopping?”  And Jerry replies with a bit too much glee “I am not sure you’ll have to wait and see.”  The there is a count down, and I freak out “Why is it counting? Why is it counting?  Why is counting? WHY IS IT COUNNNNNTTTTIING?”  FYI it counts because it is preparing you for the inevitable blast off.  Finally my ride of torture is over and Jerry shows me the blood blisters from digging my nails in so hard on the blast off.  That’ll teach him to gleefully hide things from me on future rides.

So, when a week is a roller coaster it is often a week that calls for hiding out a home and not being sociable, but this weekend I am doing things differently by getting my party on and celebrating Glamorama’s birthday with my gal pals!  Let’s hope I actually remember to bring a camera and capture the fun we have.