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Apr30

Our last semester of SF is OVER!

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Our last semester of SF is OVER!

DTS has a program that pretty much all students have to go through called Spiritual Formation (SF).  Basically, they assign you to a group with four to five other couples and say “have community, grow together, and like it.”

Joey and I were originally hesitant and unsure of how this process would go, but we doubted we would like it.

After two years of a LOT of community and even more growing together, I can safely say that we have not only liked it, we have loved it.  I think we got the best SF group at DTS, and I’m so thankful for the experience.

Maybe a month or so ago, we got together with our SF buddies at Tietze Park on a blustery Spring Sunday afternoon to have a cookout and throw a Frisbee around.  It turned out to be a little too windy for the Frisbee, but the weather was just perfect for sitting in the sun, talking, and waiting for the boys to finish grilling the fajita meat.

I forgot my sunglasses at home, though, so I ran home quickly to grab them because the sun was killing my eyes.

I did not find out until several weeks later what happened WHILE I WAS GONE.

I’m a little sketchy on the details, but I think it went down like this.  Joey said to Danny, “I’m going to put Henry down the slide.  You catch him at the bottom.”

Danny said, “Oh, good idea.”

Laura (who barely tolerates Henry, and only because he’s my child) said, “Let me get my camera.”

No one asked Henry his opinion.

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Needless to say, Henry didn’t like the slide.  It also appears that he slipped through Danny’s grasp.

Some things are better discovered way, way after the fact.  (Like this one.)

I returned shortly after they were done terrorizing my child, none the wise to their shenanigans, and we ate copious amounts of guac while we waited for the fajitas to grill.

It was windy, so it took kind of a long time.

After we ate our lunch, we took our final semesteral group SF picture.  (Semesteral is like annual, only it happens every semester.)  But first, here are our friends…

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Josh & Laura

Josh is good at math and Laura is good at photography. (This is not the same Laura that took pictures of Henry going down the slide, that’s a different Laura.)  Laura works at DTS and currently spends a lot of time organizing Commencement, and Josh goes to DTS where he spends a lot of time studying.   They have a kitty named Hendricks who had to wear a cone on his head for a really long time.  Unless plans have changed since I talked to them last, Josh is going to enroll in Ph.D school somewhere and then teach theology at a university somewhere.

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Luke & Becca (& Riley)

Luke & Becca were only married for, like, three weeks when we met them at our first SF meeting.  Becca’s a 1st grade teacher at Grace Academy (the private school that meets in our church) and Luke studies his brains out.  This summer they’re heading off to Haiti where they’ll take over for some missionary friends of theirs who are going to be on leave for the summer.  (We were going to go visit them, but plane ticket prices skyrocketed.)  I think they’ll go back to Haiti permanently after graduation, which will be in 2 years for them.  We’ll totally miss them, but it’ll be a great excuse to take our youth group kids to visit them on mission trips!

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Danny & Laura

Yes, this is the Danny and Laura from the “Henry down the slide” incident”.  Laura really likes taking photographs, and she’s good at it too!  She also saves tons and tons of money every week on groceries by being The Coupon Maven, which is awesome.  Oh, and she works in the same building that I do, so occasionally I see her coming and going.  Danny studies hard at DTS, volunteers at their church, leads a home group, and I’m sure does  a lot more than that.  These two are going to be church planters, and it’s something they’re passionate about.  I think they’ll be great.

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Joey & Me (and Henry!)

Gosh, what don’t you already know about the three of us?!  Um, Joey’s due to graduate next May, and we’re going to do youth ministry.  We are currently working with high schoolers at our church because they keep us young and hip.  And mostly because we love them.

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So, as you can see, these two years have been great for us.  We’ve been surrounded by three other coupls who are mature, amazing, wise and so much fun.  We have grown tons, laughed a lot, and had a great time.  There have been definitely those moments where I wondered if it was going to be worth it, but in the end I’d have to say…

…it was.

Apr1

Earwax

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Since achieving “nasal rinse buddy” status with Laura yesterday, I have been asked by more people than not if I don’t feel well.  And they’re all correct – I DON’T feel well.  I took Claritin last night and it didn’t make me feel better at all, which was kind of demoralizing.

I am unsure if this relates to nasal rinsing or not, but I’m starting to think maybe I DO have a cold, not allergies, because I woke up this morning and felt like earwax.  (Maybe you don’t know what it feels like to feel like earwax, but just imagine it for a second and you’ll pretty much be right there.  Serious – just try it.)

I was unable to get out of bed.

I couldn’t breathe.

The pounding headache from yesterday hadn’t improved, in fact it had gotten worse.

“I may be dying,” I said to Joey, in no way over dramatizing the situation.

“Maybe you should be sick today,” he suggested.

“Unlikely,” I said.  “There are others in this world who are far sicker than I and yet still functioning at normal capacity.”

So I got out of bed 45 minutes after my alarm went off, popped two Excedrin Migrane (they haven’t helped yet) and used more than my fair share of tissues before loading up my rinsing bottle.  I have really improved at rinsing, I can do it without screaming, panicking, or feeling like I’m drowning – but it takes some psyching myself up before I can do it.  Baby steps, though.

I actually felt better after the rinse, but two hours later I’m beginning to feel like earwax again.

I’m about to pop a couple DayQuil, but after Kelli’s reminder of how it cracked me out in college, I’m SO hesitant.  I can’t remember the last time I took it (probably because of the way it affects me?) so perhaps you can understand my reticence.

Viva la cold!

I may not be singing that song during Communion on Sunday after all.  Crap.  I really wanted to.

Dec26

It’s December 26 and it is 77 degrees outside…

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It’s December 26 and it is 77 degrees outside…

Last night we went to see Marley and Me.  It was supposed to be a comedy, but can I just say that I was like weeping for the last 20 minutes of the stupid movie.  Actually, I wasn’t “like weeping”, I actually was weeping.

Joey only cried one tear.

Me?  My neck got wet, and when your neck gets wet from crying over a movie, that’s never a good sign.

Anyways, be forwarned, that movie’s hilarious until the last 20 minutes.  Then break out the Puffs Plus.

So, after seeing Marley and Me, Joey and I came home and hugged the heck out of poor Henry, who couldn’t understand why my face smelled like salt.  “Don’t die Buddy, don’t ever die,” I whispered to him.

And so today, we took him to the park.

It’s 77 degrees outside, which is creepy for the day after Christmas, but we prevailed.  We made guac and salsa wraps, grabbed some leftover of Jesus’ birthday cake (because His birthday was yesterday, in case you forgot) and leashed up Henry.

“We’re going to the park,” I told him.  He looked at me like I was smelly, which is true.  I haven’t showered since at least Wednesday, but I am not even positive about that.

It was windy.  Henry was cute.  Joey was tired.  I was unshowered.

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Henry’s lovin’ the combination of warm weather and the picnic blanket.  He somehow manages to get on the picnic blanket before it’s even fully spread out on the ground, he likes the scratchy sound it makes against the grass.

Can you say SPOILED ROTTEN?

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Yes, my dear photographer friends, I realize that this picture isn’t fully in focus.  (But Joey’s calves are sort of in focus…)  Henry just looks like he’s sassing in this picture, which is what makes it money, in my opinion.  I imagine that The Brother is just outside the frame and Hen’s sticking his tongue out at him.  Hen always spazzes out on The Brother.

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“Look at us, we’re cuddling,” Joey said.

“Looks to me like Henry’s being trapped,” I replied.

That is totally the face of a trapped puppy dog, ain’t so?

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And, Laura Stiller, this one’s for you.

Yep, that’s Henry’s head stuffed in the tupperware, licking out the remainder of the birthday cake.  (Don’t worry, I ran it through the dishwasher afterwards.)

Hope your day after Christmas is as lazy and relaxing as ours is…I think I’ma go take a nap now.  Or maybe not, because I’m currently drinking a Pepsi and it has given me the jibblies.

Jibbly jibbly jibbly.

I won’t be able to sleep tonight as it is, so I probably shouldn’t try to take a nap.

Jibbly jibbly jibbly.

Dec21

“Let’s go ride bikes!”

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“Let’s go ride bikes!”

I woke up this morning full of energy.  Full of great ideas.

“Let’s ride bikes this afternoon!” I squealed, as soon as Joey’s alarm went off.

“Whhaaaa–” he garbled, still not awake.

“It looks nice outside.  Let’s ride bikes!”

“OK,” he managed to say.

“And maybe we should invite Danny and Laura,” I said, my good idea was beginning to snowball, get bigger ‘n bigger.

“Sure…” Joey mumbled.

So I got out my phone and texted Laura (I wasn’t sure if she was up yet and a surefire way to get deleted as a Facebook friend or otherwise is to call too early on a weekend morning).  I told her we were going to ride bikes this afternoon, and would they like to join us?

Laura got a bike a couple months ago and ever since we’ve been talking about a group bike ride, but it just hasn’t worked out.

An hour later, Joey and I were showered, clean and running out the door to church.

“Oh my GOSH it’s cold!” I yelped as we ran down the stairs and to the car.  The thermometer in the car read 27 degrees, and I began to rethink the awesomeness of my “let’s go ride bikes” idea that I had developed just an hour before.

Plus, Danny and Laura are actual Texans, not posers like Joey and I.  They’re not used to sub-freezing bike rides in the dead of winter.  (Or otherwise, probably.  It is possible to go on a sub-freezing bike ride in Iowa in Fall, Winter AND Spring.)  And I know for a fact that Laura gets cold really super easy.  I was pretty sure they’d think we were crazies and come up with a super good excuse like “we need to fold socks” or “the spice cabinet needs re-alphabetizing”.

Danny texted us back during church to inform us that we were, in fact, on for bike riding.

I was shocked.

“Does Laura not realize how cold it is outside?” I asked.  But I decided that if she hadn’t been outside yet I was not going to be the one to tell her how cold it was, because if I did she wouldn’t come and it would be lame if it was just me and two boys.

We decided to meet at 1:30 at the Knox-Henderson parking lot for the Katy Trail.  I cleaned up lunch (we had major Chinese today, we made hot and sour soup, egg rolls and Kung Pao Chicken; jealous much?) while Joey pumped up our bike tires and got the bikes ready to go.

Me?  I’se excited.  I’ve barely ridden Thunder (Thunder is the name of my bike, for those of you who are new) but one time since I got my wrist surgeried in September, but that one time of bike riding proved to me that I can now ride PAIN FREE!  It’s wicked awesome.

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“Can we go, can we go, can we go?” I said.  And after this picture was taken I began jumping up and down on the floor and squeal “we’re going to ride bikes, we’re going to ride bikes!”.  (Our poor Downstairs Neighbor.  He has got to have serious questions about Joey and I based upon the thuds he hears coming through his ceiling.)

Joey headed downstairs to hook the bike rack up to the car, and I made sure we had water in our water bottles.

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It’s a big job putting the rack on the car.  I tried once, and I had the thing upside down…it was kind of a disaster.

Anyway, we got sort of turned around trying to find the parking lot for the Katy Trail, but we finally made it.  Danny and Laura had pulled in just moments before us and they were each wearing about 7 layers.

“It’s cold!” Laura said.

My bike computer read 39 degrees, so she was definitely right.  It WAS cold.  I was still surprised they had agreed to join us, my idea was kind of crazy.

“Your bike is fancy,” I told Laura as Danny hauled it out of the back of their Jeep.

I remember when she first got it a couple months ago, she told me she’d named it Lightning.  “Because Lightning is faster than Thunder,” she’d said with a seriously smug expression.

Two days later I had come up with a killer comeback, but since it took me two days to come up with one, I never used it.  Nor can I remember it now, which seriously stinks.  It was a pretty good comeback, too.

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We’re each wearing at least two layers, a stocking cap AND a bike helmet.  I, unfortunately, only had my hard-core fingerless biker gloves.  (Can I just tell you how cold my fingertips got?  MERCY.)

Joey stuck the camera on the back of the Jeep for the consummate “before” picture, and I really like the accidental shot he took of himself.

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He looks really confused.  And the rest of us just look cold.

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Here we are, shivering and trying to be as tough as possible.

We rode 7 miles in 45 minutes (uphill against the wind when it’s 39 degrees outside is NOT EASY my friends…not easy) and had excellent conversation and cardiovascular exercise.

I was kind of shocked at the number of insaners who were out running the trail in shorts.  Seriously, people.  It’s cold out.

We finished just at the right spot where you’re tired, but not so tired that you’re not having fun anymore.  But we were all a little bit frozen.

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We loaded up the bikes and headed to Starbucks where we thawed out over espresso and hot chocolate, a very good end to our polar bear bike ride.

Lightning may be faster than Thunder, but Thunder’s more intimidating.

Dangit.  That isn’t the comeback I orginally had.  Why can’t I remember it?!  Anyway, we all had fun.  I think.  I had fun at least.

Oct10

What is it with women and public restrooms?!

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What is it with women and public restrooms?!

Scene:  The Bathroom.  (Sorry; it’s unavoidable.)

Time:  I’m late to meet Laura

I thought I’d run into the bathroom before meeting Laura because, let’s face it, if we were walking along and then I suddenly said “Oh!  I need to use the bathroom!” that’s lame because we barely ever get to meet and I didn’t want to waste half our time in the bathroom. So I planned ahead and stopped on my way to meet her.

Both stalls were occupied.

I leaned against the counter and began to wait.

FLUSH.

Oh good, I thought, someone will be out soon and I will be able to make it before Laura gives up on me.

Wrong.  After the FLUSH I had heard, absolutely nothing happened. (I knew both stalls were occupied, too, because I had tried both doors.)  I waited for several minutes, and still nothing happend.  Then, suddenly, from the same stall I heard FLUSH again.

Good grief. I thought.

A woman I have never seen before, in the entire course of my life, walked out looking sheepish.  I’m not sure if she was feeling sheepish because she had flushed once, waited about two minutes and then flushed again, or that I had caught her coming out of the bathroom stall.

Everyone has to visit the restroom at some point during the day, it’s not like she’s the only one.

I’ll just skip over the part that happened next, but suffice it to say that as I was washing my hands and walking out of the bathroom to (finally) go meet Laura, the person in the other stall had still not moved.  They clearly had major stage fright.

I met Laura, who was sitting on the maze, and exploded with “WHAT IS IT WITH WOMEN AND PUBLIC RESTROOMS?!” (Hence the title of this post.)

And Laura knew exactly what I was talking about!  Apparently she experiences the same thing on a regular basis.  Sometimes I don’t understand my own gender.

Sep17

Yes, we have no bananas…

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Yes, we have no bananas…

Recently I swapped up my perfume.  I’d been using Ralph Lauren Style for the last, oh, two years and was getting tired of it.  So for my birthday I traded in some of my birthday money for Burberry London. (Thanks Gramps and Grams!)  I’m still getting used to the new scent.

This morning as I was coming in, someone walked by me and said, “Oh!  It smells like bananas!”

“I don’t smell any bananas,” I replied.  It was just the two of us, so there was no third party to weigh in on the presence of a banana scent.

“Well, maybe someone was wearing banana perfume?”

OHMYGOSH.  DOES MY PERFUME SMELL LIKE BANANAS?  I hate bananas, I have always hated bananas. (Sorry, mom.)  So I keep trying to remember what bananas smell like and then trying to catch a whiff of my perfume to ascertain the bananness of it.

(Laura, I may have to run down there later to see if you catch a banana aroma around me.  If you do, I am writing Burberry a strongly worded letter and demanding they refund my money, plus extra for pain and suffering.)

Sep11

zzzzz

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Since writing the previous, I have been unable to fall asleep. I feel like Laura, doing this whole getting up at 3:30 a.m. thing, except I’m positive she does productive things in the morning like vacuum and take a shower and stuff — I just laid on the floor and watched a stupid movie. You are my hero Laura. I thought about vacuuming, really I did, because you notice a lot more miniscule dirt in the carpet when you’re laying on the floor.

Joey downloaded me a 30 day trial of this offline blogging software (my pain meds are wearing off – can you tell? I used big words) called Mars Lander or something, so I have been testing it out since, oh, yesterday when he downloaded it. I’m getting really fast at one handed typing. Like twenty words per minute fast (which is 100 wpm slower than when I can use both). AND I keep getting really bored, so…I keep writing one-handed posts to amuse myself.

I want a nap.

Jun5

The Girls Canoe…and Get Sunburned

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The Girls Canoe…and Get Sunburned

Maybe some of you remember back in, like, April when I was whining and carrying on about this sunburn that I had. I now have the pictures necessary to blog about the episode that produced the world’s worst sunburn, so here is the story…two months later.

Laura and I wanted to go canoeing with our boys. But due to finals week, the boys couldn’t go. So, we figured, why couldn’t we just go by ourselves?

We paid up our money ($30, I think), got a map, and drove down someplace south of Fort Worth to spend a relaxing Saturday canoeing on the Brazos river with a bunch of DTS students we had never seen before. We were trying to be incognito since we were the only “just wives” people. It was working great, no one asked us what our degree program was or anything.

We finally got to the town. I completely forget the name of it by now, and it’s really not important anyway. We loaded up our canoe with a very large cooler (Laura’s) and my bag of Aveeno sunblock, lip balm, and bug spray.

As you can see, that’s a lot of stuff for two girls and four hours on the water. But hey, we were prepared.

Here is our “before” picture. (If only we knew what we would feel like later in the day, we might have smiled just a little bit less.)

We had to carry the canoe, fully loaded with that blue cooler that weighed about as much as my suitcase when I pack for a week to go to Iowa in the winter, down this incredibly steep hill and then immediately deposit it into the water. I’m not sure who designed this launch spot, but it really stunk.

Additionally, once you got in the river, you had to do some amazing maneuvering upstream against the current to miss:

  1. The bridge pilings
  2. The sand bar
  3. The rocks

It was an intense first 10 minutes. Laura and I successfully missed not only the bridge pilings and the sand bar, but we swung completely clear of the rocks. We were the second or third canoe to make it safely under the bridge in the appropriate spot. By this time, some of our party were stuck on the sand, had mis-judged how far they needed to go upstream and were now trying to figure out how to turn around, or just plain sideways in the water.

Not to be weighed down by those knowing nothing about canoeing, we’re the experts after all, we paddled on ahead by ourselves.

We were so far ahead that no one at all was behind us, that’s why we took that picture. (As I recall, I don’t think anyone was ahead of us either at this point.) We were truly the awesome girls. Here we were, on a canoe trip without our husbands, and canoeing in an exceptionally straight line at a very respectable speed. (Laura gives herself less credit than she’s due on the whole arm strength thing. When she was paddling, she was making us go extremely fast. But she took lots of breaks to take pictures or look at the scenery. Lots of breaks.)

As we paddled along, we came upon this hairy cow who was standing on the river bank. I steered us over to the cow and begged Laura to take a picture of it. She acquiesed.

It was so, so nice to get out of Dallas. The scenery was great and the sun was warm. There was a cool breeze keeping us just a tiny bit warmer than feeling chilly…it was perfect.

We stopped for lunch on a sand bar after a while. Laura brought out her healthy sandwich and I ate my pizza Lunchables. She then re-applied sunblock and I decided I had probably better put some on too…it had been an hour or so. The weather, though, was deceivingly cool.

Once the entire group made it to the sand bar, we took this picture.

I don’t know the name of anyone else in that picture except for Laura.

A couple more hours later, we reached the end of the line. We hauled our canoes out of the water precariously, this exit spot was just as steep as the entrance, and sat around in a big circle. The prof who organized the trip had us say who we were, what our majors were, and what we planned to do.

Laura and I looked at each other with big eyes – the jig was up.

When our turns came, everyone was like “Oh, yeah, that’s great….” and saying all kinds of lovely, positive things when we said we were student wives and that our husbands were at home studying. It kind of felt like a support group.

It was then that the sunburn started hurting.

We figured we better take an “after” picture before we got too sore, so this is us. Without a clue.

It hurts me just to look at that picture.

By this point I was starting to feel sick to my stomach and overwhelmingly disgusting. We were waiting for the vans to come to pick us up and take us back to our cars, so while we waited we walked over to a patch of Blue Bonnets.

I picked one and held it up to my face so I could get a good look at it.

“That’s illegal,” Laura told me. She was giggling at me, I could tell.

“Oh…” I said. (In Iowa we can pick our state flower, and I used to pick some for Mom in the summers. But they have thorns, so you have to be careful.) I dropped the flower back on the ground, maybe it will re-sprout?, and glared at it.

Unfortunately, the Blue Bonnets weren’t as pretty up close as I had imagined them to be always seeing them from afar, so the whole fiasco turned out to be a disappointment.

Just then the vans drove up and we all pushed and jockeyed for a position in the first one to leave. Laura and I were lucky and, shortly, we found ourselves back at her Jeep.

By the time we arrived back in Dallas, it was clear that we were two crispy critters and that our sunburns were a little bit worse than we had previously thought. The next morning, when neither one of us could stand up straight, the canoe trip seemed like a very bad idea. And then I looked at my bottle of sunblock and, tada!, discovered that it had expired. We both lay around our respective houses for the next day or two with bags of peas on our knees and slathering 99% Aloe Vera into our toasty skin. The swelling in the knees and legs subsided after a week or so.

People are still asking me, two months later, “Did you get a sunburn last weekend?” I’m afraid my skin is permanently stained pink.

The canoe trip was extremely fun. But unfortunately the sunburn is what stands out in my mind…never in my life have I been in such pain.

Apr23

The First Annual Jenna Loves Joey Day

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The First Annual Jenna Loves Joey Day

For the record, I love Joey every day. But today…today is special for no other reason than that he wasn’t (really) expecting anything today.

About a month ago, Laura said “I have this great idea for the boys!” She proceeded to describe her great idea – which was/is truly great – and that was to hang signs and posters all over DTS outside the boys’ classrooms, by the mail box, outside the chapel, etc. A week ago we got together and made signs while Joey studied. He thought we were just hanging out but he was wrong.

We each made plenty of signs and then hid them all over Laura’s house to dry, hoping that Danny – her husband – wouldn’t find them. Laura snapped some pictures of our creativeness on my camera. I’d post the pictures, but I think Joey took the camera out of my purse because it’s not in there. (At least I hope that’s where it is.)

Laura had bought a ton of sidewalk chalk which we used to make the posters, and we thought it would be fun to chalk the sidewalks at DTS. But we thought we might need to ask/tell the DTS Police before we did it so that we wouldn’t get shot or anything…those guys are totally armed. So on Monday morning, I put in a call to the DTS Police who sent me to Student Services who, several hours later, told me that no, chalking the sidewalks is not appropriate, nor is posting any signs for our husbands because it’s too public. They didn’t really want to start that and then wind up having to clean things up all the time, and I can see their position. DTS is, after all, a very serious institution of higher education. <sigh>

So…there we were. Kiboshed. And after almost a month of planning! The original plan was scrapped and Laura and I decided to do our own things for our respective husbands. Since I’d contacted Student Services and they knew who I was (and who my husband is!), it seemed like a pretty bad idea to go ahead and do it anyway, especially since that would more than likely shame Joey instead of encourage him…what with me knowing it wasn’t allowed and all. Plus I didn’t want him getting sat down in Dr. Garippa’s office because his wife was out of line.

Plan B: chalk the sidewalks around our apartment complex (Joey was riding his bike to school today) and post the signs intended for his classrooms along his route. Leave several legal surprises for him at DTS.

left the house late last evening under the guise of taking Henry outside but I was really going to write little lovey-dovey chalk messages on the sidewalks. JOEY (the snitch!) came out to find me! I was real mad at him for ruining the surprise and sent him back in the house immediately. (He had also found the pictures on my camera earlier…)

I set my alarm 7 minutes early this morning and RAN to the Dumpster where I taped up a huge sign, and then ran out to Shady Brook where I stuck 3 signs in the grass at intervals down the road, one for each word of “I Love Joey”. Then I ran back inside like nothing had happened and was relieved to find Joey still asleep.

At 6:45 I left the house in the car, sped to DTS where I put a bouquet of balloons outside his office door and did a couple of other non-public and OK by Student Services things that I’m not sure he’s found yet, so I’m not going to tell you. Hopefully all his coworkers, at least, think he’s the man and know that his wife loves him since the entire student body doesn’t get to be in on the surprise. C’est la vie.

I figure I’ll do something like this annually…but not on the same date. Gotta keep Joey on his toes and all.

Apr22

Meet our friends!

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Meet our friends!

From left to right we have: Casey & Rachel (and Mikylah but she’s not born yet), Me & Joey, Laura Wilkerson & Josh, Laura Stiller & Danny, Becca & Luke.

As far as doggies go, there’s Merlin, Henry (who is not facing the camera) and Riley.

We met at White Rock for some Frisbee and hanging out on Sunday and, in the course of playing Frisbee, Laura W threw the Frisbee to Laura S and the wind caught it….it wound up BOINKing into a mid-life-crisis-type-guy’s Corvette. He was standing right there, too, and he looked NONE TO HAPPY at poor Laura S when she went to retrieve the Frisbee from the ground. She apologized nicely, too, as all the rest of us ran away like five year olds.

Later, as we were getting ready to go to see the ducks, I said to Laura W, “Smile!” It was extremely convenient that she was standing right in front of the Corvette when I took her picture…
I’m probably going to get in trouble for this one.