Reasons Project

Alright, I’m going to write about something different and a bit happier now.  I’m going to write about my husband.

It’s surprising to me how many people are actually reading this little project of mine.  I hope that it shows that anyone can change their attitude towards their significant other, simply by how they choose to celebrate them.

I will admit it’s rough at times.  He still frustrates me at times.  But I can recognize that sometimes, it really is how I choose to look at things.  Or it’s hormones.  I’m finally mature enough to realize that sometimes those pesky female hormones actually do affect me way more than I like.

But I think over all, I’ve made progress.  I do try to see things from his perspective.  We do talk quite a bit more.  I still love him.

Alright, on to the mushy stuff.  Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and I’m already sleepy.

Reasons I love Dale:

110. The way he explains difficult things to me.  If I’m having trouble with a concept, he helps me figure it out.

111.  I love his crinkles around his eyes.

112.  He is aging quite nicely.  Salt and pepper looks good on him.

113.  Somewhere along the way, he’s gone from being insecure in his field to having almost a management mentality.  I’m proud of him for this.

114.  He rides the bus so that I can use the car if needed, but also to save money.

115.  He eats leftovers for lunch.

116. He falls asleep sitting up.

117.  He goes to school things if faire or work interferes with me attending.

118.  He knows how to make a dollar stretch.

119.  His love of TV crime shows, like NCIS or CSI or JAG.

120.  His love of fantasy and science fiction books.

121.  His predictability.  Yes, this occasionally makes me frustrated, but I’m choosing to see it as a blessing tonight.

That’s all I have, and I really need to go to bed.  I’m going to attempt to get up at 5:30 with Boo tomorrow morning to try riding the bus to her college campus.  Wish us luck!

Hugs,
Melinda

 

 

Frustration

I need to relate two stories tonight that show just how frustrated I am, and how crazy the world feels right now.

When we left for Louisiana, Dale wanted to leave at the break of dawn like normal.  So we got up and got going and decided to get breakfast on the road.  Boo does not like McDonald’s for breakfast, so we stopped at our local popular gas station/convenience store to get her a donut.  When we went up to the register, there was a man that looked like he could have been trying to decide to get in line.  I grabbed Boo’s arm and took a step back to let him in front of us, because I was raised in the south and that’s what good manners looks like.  But do you know what he said?  “You don’t have to be afraid of me.  I don’t bite.”  Do I need to mention that this man was black?

The second incident happened tonight.  Just a minute ago.  If you’ve read any of my blog for any length of time, you might or might not know that I love riding my bike.  That I know a thing or two about bike riding.  That I know the local laws involving riding bikes.

So when you cross the street illegally, on a bike, and you’re over the age of 30, I’m going to call you on it.  Especially when I am the one who could have hit you because you don’t know the laws.  And then I’m going to try to talk to you rationally about it.  So please don’t continue riding off.  Stop and listen to what I have to say.  I don’t care that you are a black man on a bike, and I’m a white woman in a car.  I’m trying to help!

For those who don’t know, a bicycle counts as a moving vehicle, and is supposed to follow all the rules of the road.  Running a red light is illegal, which is what he did as I was trying to turn right on my green light.

I’m sorry.  I’m done ranting for the moment.  Maybe everyone needs to stop jumping to conclusions all the time and actually have a conversation with your fellow human beings, instead of just assuming all the time.  My heart is sad and frustrated that I can’t seem to get basic communication across.

Okay.  I have to go.  Thanks for reading this far.
Hugs,
Melinda

 

Busy busy busy

It’s the last two weeks before faire starts. It’s the last push to learn lines, verses, music, etc. Tweaks to the costume and characters. Add in work and church. Plus add in that we started Little Bit in public school this morning. And I’m currently waiting on Boo who is enrolling in community college right now. 

I’m swamped. And tired. 

I’m still working on this list, because I think it’s that important. I just have to work on it when I can. 

Reasons I love Dale:

100. His integrity. 

101. His persistence. 

102. His patience. 

103. His ability to sight read any part. 

104. The way he stops what he’s doing if I simply need a hug. 

105. His tenderness towards the girls. 

106. His ability to know when I need more or different help than he can give. 

107. His tenderness towards me. 

108. I love how he tries to explain his work to me. Sometimes I get it, sometimes I don’t. But that doesn’t stop him from trying. 

109. The way he makes me laugh. 

Okay, that’s all I have for now. I’m going to try to sit patiently and wait on Boo. But I’d rather be sleeping. 

Hugs,

Melinda. 

Where the rubber meets the road

This is where it’s going to start getting tough.  Sure, it’s easy to whip out a list of the top ten reasons I love my husband.  But it’s going to get harder the longer I go.  Reason 500 might be difficult to find.

But that’s why I’m doing this.  To find the beautiful reasons in the hard times.  To find reason 657 I still love him.  But pardon me if I start repeating myself.  It’s not intentional.

Reasons I love Dale:

91.  He takes the long road in order to make my journey easier.
92.  He very rarely complains.
93.  He very rarely gets angry about anything.
94.  He has a servant’s heart.  If he sees something that needs to be done, he does it, no questions asked.
95.  He loves to go stargazing with me.  He’s actually a bit of a nerd when it comes to it.
96.  He loves to read.  But…..
97.  His eyesight’s getting worse, so he has these readers to use.  He actually looks pretty cute with his glasses.
98.  He can’t find anything.  This usually aggravates me, but I’m thinking about it in relationship to his reading glasses.  He solved the problem of not finding them by buying multiple pairs.  Same with his Carmex.
99.  His little “routines” that he doesn’t even realize.  Like getting ready for bed.  It’s sit down on the bed, take a sock off, rub his foot, switch sides, take the other sock off, rub that foot.  He’s cute when he does that.

I must be on a roll today.  I just meant to have enough for yesterday and today, and instead I have enough for tomorrow as well.  That’s fine.  Hopefully it will make getting to reason 893 a little easier.

Hugs,
Melinda

Catching Up

Travel on Tuesday, make up rehearsal on Wednesday, sisters rehearsal last night.  I’ve been busy.  Plus fighting a double pink eye infection where I can’t even focus on the computer, it’s been hard to write.  But I’m going to try to catch up right now.

Reasons I love Dale:

77.  He loves me enough to let me pursue my passions.  He’s been my support behind being part of Ren Fest.
78.  He loves driving.  He did all of the driving to and from Louisiana this past weekend.
79.  He’s thoughtful.  He didn’t listen to music or hardly talk to me at all on the driving trip there.  Because he was thinking.
80.  He likes mornings.  Little Bit is starting public school next week, and has to be on the bus at 6:35 am.  He’s volunteered to get up at 5:30 to get her going in the morning.
81.  He’s willing to share the load of running the household, since we’re both working.
82.  I love the way he loves to tuck in his girls every night.  Boo hasn’t been tucked in for several years, but he still tucks in Little Bit when he can.
83.  He doesn’t smoke.
84.  He doesn’t drink
85.  He loves my gray hair.  He says he doesn’t see it, that it’s just brown to him, but I know he says that because he loves me.
86.  He loves to study.  He’s good at his job because he does a lot of study.
87.  He wears shorts in the winter.
88.  I know that he doesn’t talk about it much, but I love him for the service he gave to our country.  I’m proud of his short lived military career.
89.  I love his taste in TV shows.  We like watching NCIS together.
90.  He’s my protector.  When there’s something that scares me, he takes care of it for me.

That’s all I have for now.  I’m headed to work.

Hugs,
Melinda