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Thursday, March 31, 2011

it's a happy birthday-day to the best man I know.

Yesterday was the hubs' birthday, so in fabulous birthday fashion, here are 43 things I love about the man! (And realize that there are just some things that will be kept between he and I - ba bam).


James, I love...

1. your smile.
2. how much you love American Idol.
3. how much AI makes you giggle.
4. said smile when you then start CRYING you're laughing so hard.
5. how you "let" me beat you at Words With Friends, and any and all games involving letters.
6. how excited you then get to play PHASE 10.
7. how good you are at doing the dishes and cleaning up every night.
8. how when I make something especially delicious, and you clothes your eyes, truly savoring every taste.
9. how you pursued me in dating...and engagement...and now in marriage.
10. how you call me every afternoon just to say hello.
11. how you greet me with pure LOVE upon walking in the door.
12. how you make fun of my sleepy self upon leaving in the morning.
13. how much you love the neurotic mr. darcy.
14. how you go on early morning runs with MD.
15. how you continue to seek to win the crazy dog over.
16. how much you love the pioneer woman!
17. how you love to read.
18. how you love jesus and love to sing to him.
19. how you love people so, so well.
20. how you seek the best for our current and future family.
21. how you set a budget (and love doing so!)
22. how much you cheerlead and support me.
23. how you sing your little heart out even if you're completely off-key.
24. how you then make up words to songs, still off-key.
25. how intelligent you are.
26. how you want to be your best self and strive for excellence.
27. how at the bottom of it you're human, and you just want to be loved and understood.
28. how you put up with me all the time rearranging and "hiding" things around the house.
29. that you're from Mississippi!
30. that you have an incredible story, and god's not done with you yet.
31. that you're an AMAZING dancer.
32. that you come fully alive when Prince and MJ are played.
33. that you say "Valentime's" day. Still. at age 43.
34. that you're just a little snuggle-bug.
35. that you love my family, and love to love them and be loved by them.
36. that there's not a judgmental bone in your body.
37. that you say what's on your mind.
38. that you can't be put in a box, and you're just full of surprises!
39. that you love holding little babies. seriously now.
40. that you love to work out.
41. that you shine in who you are, and not in who you're not.
42. that you seek to put others first.
43. that you're MINE!

happy birthday, love bucket!

Friday, March 25, 2011

pics that tell stories.

1. Wyldlife superhero club: what's not to love about this picture?

2. A dear friend of mine, Miss Davis, from our teaching days at Monte Vista, got married a couple weeks ago. This I love: it's her turn. Weddings now seem to bring about a different type of emotion: celebration. As the years as a single girl went on, I'd wonder when it was finally going to be my turn, and as much as I cheered on him or her on, still in the pit of my stomach/back of my heart/whatever the phrase might be, I was sad and frustrated and mad and __________ that I wasn't the one in the poofy white dress. So as my perspective has changed a little now, I can honestly say that at the bottom of my heart, there is JOY and THANKS and nothin' but LOVE for the one standing up front. Congrats Jenn and Matt on it being your turn.



And now to steal some pics from James' computer so that we can tell more stories...

you. drive. me. crazy.

I remember as a little girl doing the following motions:

pointing to my brother + putting both hands in the air, gripping the invisible steering wheel then in a driving motion + pointing to me + making the ca-razy (!) face.

You. Drive. Me. Crazy.

As James and I just successfully passed the 7th month hump of marriage, it has come to my attention that perhaps there are some imperfections on my part. Just a few.

1. Admittedly, I don't like to make the bed. He likes the bed made. That's been said here before, and hasn't gone away yet.

2. I apparently have a problem wiping down the counters, especially after said baked item requires being rolled in flour. He really likes the counters to be clean. This is problematic, folks.

3. I like the heat off at night because I seem to have an internal temperature gauge of 1 billion degrees. He, like a bear hibernating, likes to be all cocooned up in a hot house with lots of covers. What to do, what to do.

4. We live in a condo, so even though Mr. Darcy gets copious amounts of exercise throughout the day with walks and runs and Chuck-it sessions, he still has to go potty right before bedtime. And that means one of us has to take him. I really like playing paper-rock-scissors to determine the winner. James reasons that there must be a more logical problem-solving solution. Oh boy.

5. James likes to DVR the NCAA basketball tournament for "us" but not Grey's Anatomy. Don't get me started - don't even get me started.

But since the honey is away for the weekend, I find myself missing him already - so I'll stop there in these lamentations. What drives your honey crazy?

Mama’s Losin’ It

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Thunder-shades.


Sunday morning I woke up to what I thought was a migraine, complete with headache and my right eye pulsating in pain, super sensitive to light. By Monday the headache was gone, but the eye was still hurting like it was goin' out of style, and I ended up opting out of Young Life that night because the lights from other drivers' cars were too bright. Hmmm. Then Tuesday I had a meeting down in Los Altos, about an hour away, and in morning traffic had to pull over on the side of the FREEWAY because I kept having to close my eyes while driving.

Seriously Cara, do you think you have super bionic, invincible driving powers?

It was then that I realized that maybe I should get the eyeball checked out - and lo and behold, it was an eye ulcer! Really, it's worse than it sounds. Really, the pain and light sensitivity cleared up by Friday morning, just in time to finish writing my Fuller paper on John 2:1-11. [Side note: I've always been a procrastinator - hey, it's when I do my best work! This time, I thought SURELY I will and can get my paper turned in before its Friday due date. But with the ulcer came an aversion to computer screens and books both, so all 15 pages were pounded out, pain-free from 8.07 am yesterday till 4.39 pm. Ba-bam! Will my procrastination never cease?]

In the meantime, I got to wear these rockin' shades that some of the kids I work with dubbed THUNDER-SHADES. I also got "pimpin'" and "hipster" at one point. One of the best moments of THUNDER-SHADE redemption came Thursday afternoon at one of the local high schools; we do "Young Life" (sans a Christian talk) there once a month, simply building relationships and serving the school. But we still get to do a little inspirational message, so to speak - so I owned the current THUNDER-SHADES situation, complete with the following Judy Garland quote:

"Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else."

That's right! I'm going to be the first-rate, THUNDER-SHADES version of me, you'd better believe it! ...So, with whatever situation is going on in your life, how are you going to own the present circumstances, and just be you, not comparing yourself to others? Own those THUNDER-SHADES, I tell you!