I wanted to post it but it’s not online yet, so here’s a brief description:

Jim is away on business. There’s a girl there that’s normal and fun and they hang out and get along. And at first it seems normal and fine. Until she shows up at his hotel room door saying the thermostat is her room is messed up and asking if she can hang out with him.

He does his best to keep his distance and get rid of her, but finally, he confronts her, saying he’s a happily married man. She insults his judgement and acts like he’s totally out of line for saying it. And then proceeds to be even more inappropriate.

And he finally tells her to leave, and gets Dwight to come drive her away.

As I watched, I couldn’t help but ask Wyatt what he would do if that happened.

He couldn’t help but laugh and laugh and laugh.

He assured me it would never, ever happen. But I pressed on, and we established that I would be totally fine if he went down to the lobby and reserved another room and locked her out of it. I wouldn’t care at all, no matter what it cost. Even if the only room available was the penthouse suite.

Marriage boundaries are something I’m super passionate about. Maybe because I’m old fashioned. Or maybe this never goes our of style…

Obviously, the show was a crazy example of something that will likely never happen in real life. But the principle is the same. Marriage is sacred and should be treated carefully and respected by all. If there’s a threat, it needs to be addressed.

And it’s not the first TV episode that’s inspired some good conversations. I may not like being lazy at night, but I enjoy any conversation that ends with laughter and smiles.

What do you think? Are there other examples that have inspired similar conversations in your marriage? I’d love to know your thoughts on this!

It’s pretty unfortunate.

I hear my alarm, hit snooze, and roll over.

I grunt and moan a little bit.

Hubs pushes and shoves on me, tries to get me to be quiet so he can go back to sleep.

It helps me get motivated to get up, but sours my mood a bit because I know he does it mostly to make me get up and be quiet so he can go back to sleep, not because he’s making sure I’m not late.

This morning he was a bit sweeter. He said, “The hot water will feel good. Go shower.”

Really?

Oh, thanks, Hubs.

So I got up.

And took a shower.

I felt a little better, but not really.

I always feel sick when I get up early in the morning.

(No, I’m not pregnant, I don’t know why…)

I got half-way dressed and dried my hair.

I think my blow dryer is starting to smell really hot.

(Yes, I know, but it’s smelling extra hot. As in it’s burning a little bit.)

I turn the tea kettle on and get my lunch packed. (Usually I get it mostly packed the night before. My mom taught me to do that back in high school, and before.)

I get the rest of the way dressed, do my make-up, and try to not make too much noise so I don’t wake Hubs up.

Still, I’m a bit selfish this early in the morning so sometimes I secretly hope he’ll wake up and suffer with me.

It’s not that I’m not a morning person, I’m just not a morning person when everyone else is still sleeping and it’s dark outside.

So I grunt and complain a little bit.

And then I pack up and leave.

Usually when I walk outside, I get a bit more bitter because of the cold.

Driving in the traffic also makes me not a real pleasant person in the mornings.

Sure enough though, there’s usually something that shakes my mood.

Sometimes it’s a song, sometimes it’s prayer of thankfulness. This morning it was a sunrise.

And if I hadn’t been driving on I-29, I would have taken a photo to share with you.

Just know that it was purple and orange and blue, with a little bit of yellow.

And it was awesome.

Maybe getting up early isn’t so bad after all.

Until tomorrow morning that is…

P.S. Hubs said he pushes me out of bed so I’ll get up. I believe him, but my saltiness in the morning affects my ability to comprehend his message.

Well, now, we got the bills delivered to our apartment, and it’s been fine for awhile.

Until now.

So I called the service line and they were closed.

Awesome.

And now I have to call them tomorrow.

Awesome.

Why can’t things just be right and easy?

Oh yea, because it’s life.

Which is fine because life is good.

But bills are sometimes bad.

Or wrong.

Well, because I got an email from a race that said my half marathon was less than 8 weeks away.

And I realized I needed to get my tushie in shape and start running longer distances than what was convenient.

After I got done, I saw Hubs’ car in front of our apartment so I knew he was home for work. I texted him and asked him to come down and walk with me, so we walked a mile together.

Then we came back in and got ready to make dinner.

Until Hubs realized we were out of milk and had to run to the store to get more.

I took that opportunity to shower the 6 miles worth of sweat off me.

I thought he would appreciate that.

Judging by the fact he hasn’t complained about how close I’m sitting to him right now, the shower must have helped.

But now we’re both tired and ready for bed. We’re so old and lame.

So tomorrow we can do it all over again, although probably not all of it. My body will probably need a rest.

I’m also assuming we won’t run out of milk again. That would be crazy.

Not at all unlike this random, about-nothing post.

Thanks for reading!

1. Be a good wife. I get emotional and sometimes I cry or snap at Hubs. I get annoyed at the piles of laundry he hides on his side of the bed. I get tired of doing dishes. I get frustrated that we don’t have enough storage for all the stuff I want to put in our kitchen cabinets. I also leave my makeup and stuff on his side of the sink. All that is true.

But, it’s also true that I love Wyatt intensely, and I’m passionate and excited about our future together, despite the fact that I sometimes mess up. Ok, I mess up a lot.

2. I’m trying to have a career I love.

Yes, I’m working three jobs right now, and I like each one for different reasons. Yes, Job#1 means not all of my “time at home” is “free time.” That’s okay because it gives Hubs some “TV/Video game time” and I love the work and am learning a lot. Yes, Job#2 makes me want to scream sometimes because there’s an endless amount of people that walk through the door, and the phone NEVER STOPS RINGING, but I enjoy the people I work with and I’m learning to let go of the things I can’t change and disconnect from work when I go home, things I’ve never been very good at. And yes, Job#3 is a drive, and pays not so much, and is frustrating, but I’m confident it will help me get where I want to go someday down the road. I’m learning a lot, and getting more and more practice.

They all have pros and cons, but overall, I wish I didn’t get tired and frustrated as easily as I do because  I’m really very thankful for each of them for different reasons.

3. I’m trying to plan a bridal shower for my best friend. This is such a fun task, but it’s harder because I’m no longer living in the town with the people I’m trying to work with. Thank goodness for the internet.

4. I’m trying to keep our apartment clean. I dislike dusting, and out apartment’s vents must be full of years of dirt because there is a layer of dust on our furniture only minutes after I wipe them down. I also try to stay caught up with laundry and dishes and mail and grocery shopping and…

I know I can’t wait to have a house, but it’s crazy to think how a bigger house will tend to mean a bigger mess. Good thing Hubs is helping me out more and more.

5. I’m trying to get in shape to run a half marathon this Spring. Yikes. The cold and rain aren’t making this easy.

6. I’m trying to eat healthier. I know Hubs and I both can use more veggies in our daily meals. We can also use less excess sweets and salt. My how I love sweets and salt! (Not necessarily together, but together is also tasty!)

I know that eating salad at home would be a good way to do this. Sadly, I hate buying lettuce. The bagged lettuce is expensive, but the head lettuce wilts so quickly! I’m at a loss as to what to do. I wish there was a magic kitchen gadget that would make washing and storing lettuce easier.

7. I’m trying to adjust to life in the city, away from my family and friends. Don’t get me wrong. I love our little apartment. I like living in the city. It’s great that we have friends (and family) near us in the city. But there’s a lot of people that I find myself missing pretty often. I’ve lived in one place my whole life until now and it’s hard to adjust to not being around the same people and places.

8. I’m trying to save as much money as I/we can. I price match at Walmart. (Yes, I’m one of those but I do go as quickly as I can at the check out!) I also use coupons when possible. I look for deals and I don’t go in Hobby Lobby or Pier 1, ever. I also try to avoid shoe stores.

Hubs does a good job of this as well. He’s actually even thriftier than me.

With all this trying, it’s easy to see why I get discouraged when there’s so much “trying” and not as much “doing.” I wish things would move faster sometimes, but I don’t want to wish any time away from this first year.

This whole year of marriage has been a huge learning experience so far. And not because I’m learning to love Wyatt more or learning to live with him, thought that’s true, too. But I’m growing up a lot and learning a lot about what I want, what we want, what we need, and what our future will look like together.

But, I’ll keep trying. And right now I’m going to try to figure out a way I can take a nap, workout, shower, and get ready for work all in the next hour…

Wish me luck!

Here’s the back story:

Kylie Bisutti, formerly a Victoria Secret model, decided to leave her career as a lingerie model because she became convicted that she wasn’t honoring her husband, or the Lord, with her body in the way she thought she should.

I think she is brave for coming out to admit that in a world where the media is likely to judge her for her decision.

I also think she has the right to choose for herself what was best for her.

However, I think the main reason this is interesting is because the media made such a huge deal about it. She’s done interviews and had multiple news stories covering her decision.

But, I think it’s great that if she decided her career was harming her marriage, she did something about it.

What do you think? What’s the real story here?

I think her decision was admirable but I’m not sure it was right that she got so much attention.

Check it out, I’d love to know if you had heard this story or what you thought.

http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/entertainment/2012/02/victorias-secret-model-quits-to-reserve-body-for-my-husband/

P.S. I know I posted this on Saturday. Please forgive me?

Ok?

Good, thanks.

I did manage to lock myself out even when our door has to be locked from the outside with a key.

How?

Well, it’s actually simple, and quite silly.

You see, yesterday I went for a run when I got home from Job #3. Hubs pulled into the parking lot right as I was getting back to our apartment so I walked up the stairs with him and he used his key to let us both in.

Then I forgot to take my key out of my ipod armband, where it stays safely tucked away while I run.

Then, this morning, I left before Hubs so I didn’t have to lock the door.

You see?

There was a very reasonable explanation.

However, I didn’t notice until I got home from work today, loaded everything up in my arms, and walked up to our apartment that I had no key to let me in.

So I walked back to my car, put everything back in there, emailed Hubs, and went to the store to pass the hour or so until he was going to get home.

Perhaps this means I’m tired from working all week (and thinking about working this weekend). Maybe it means I was so excited to get home from work and run on this beautiful afternoon that I didn’t realize I was totally and completely locked out until it was too late and pretty embarrassing if anyone happened to be watching.

By the time I got inside and changed, there was no time for a run and a walk, so I ditched my plans for a run, and Hubs and I headed out on our planned walk together.

It was nice out, a bit chilly near the end, but it felt good to walk and talk.

Remember back when we resolved to take a long walk once a week? We haven’t done such a great job of that because it’s been cold and dark by the time we each got home after work. I’m excited for the longer  days so we have some daylight hours to spend outdoors.

But for now, we’re back inside.

Oh, and I did make sure to put my key back where it belongs.

1. I had been grumpy because my car was frosty and I had to scrape all the windows. It took several minutes. And judging by the fact that the emergency response people were just getting to the scene, it happened several minutes earlier. Maybe even in the few minutes I had been scraping my windows.

I said a silent little prayer thanking God for the frost. Even though I was a little late for work.

It’s not a new thought that sometimes things like this are “meant to be.” In fact, I used to think about this a lot when I was stuck behind a tractor or some other slow-moving vehicle.

Which brings me to my next point:

2. I don’t want to live in the city forever. I’m a farm girl, a country girl. Living in the city is fun for awhile because we can get Chinese food delivered and drive less than a minute to get to Wal-mart. It’s handy because Wyatt’s job is here, and mine will hopefully be here someday. But I can’t see myself being happy living here for the rest of my life. It’s too busy. Too crazy. There’s sirens all the time and traffic makes me nervous. And more than that, there’s no stars.

I know none of that is new news. but it hit me pretty hard at 7:00 this morning.

So what does this mean?

Well, it means that we probably won’t be settling into the home we’ll grow old in when we buy this first house. I guess I didn’t expect to do that anyway, but I’m more sure of it now.

It also means that Hubs and I will have some long, hard difficult decisions about are life, family, and career at some point down the road.

But again, I expected to do that anyway.

So, boys and girls, what did I learn today?

Well, not much. But a good reminder never hurt anyone.

There were no roses and no chocolates. No fancy dinner.

And that’s FINE.

Because Hubs and I never really celebrated Valentine’s Day that much when we were dating, and we figured there was no real reason to start now. Two years ago, I got him a vacuum for Valentine’s Day. We’re very nontraditional. And we’re trying to save money. And Hubs isn’t one for cheesy, silly gifts. I, on the other hand, like those stupid stuffed animals that sing and dance.

So instead of going out, we stayed in.

We decided we’d have a pajama party and have a “breakfast in bed” sort of theme. Wyatt made most of dinner because I worked late and had to drive home from Lenexa so I didn’t get home until almost 7.

Instead of dressing up, we changed into comfy clothes and enjoyed our night together.

First course: breakfast burritos.

Yum. Yum. Yum.

That was delicious, of course, but we didn’t stop there. We watched some TV, spent a little quality time together, and then…

Second course: chocolate chip pancakes and hot cocoa.

My favorite part of the dinner. Of course.

So much for trying to be extra healthy this week. However, we did really well with the burritos, (maybe not the bacon) and we’re all allowed to splurge on special occasions, right?

All in all, it was a great night. Except for the amount of Kleenex that we used.

Oh, no, I wasn’t crying.

(But thanks for asking. How nice of you!)

But I should also probably mention that Hubs is sick.

How romantic, huh?

So now I’m doctoring him all up.

And by that, I mean forcing him to take medicine and drink fluids. Cooking chicken noodle soup and letting him sleep and sleep and sleep. He’s even sleeping right now!

He didn’t go in to work today so he could stay home and sleep so I know he’s super miserable. I had to work today and went to the store after so I could restock all the “sick supplies.”

I even did the grocery shopping this week by myself which I don’t like to do because I hate having to push the cart, write down the prices on the list for our price matching spreadsheet, and figure out how to get around all the crazy people in the aisles blocking the entire space…

All in all, I loved our Valentine’s Day.

Yes, I’m sorry he’s sick. But I’m happy that he was able to stay home and get started getting better today. I’m also happy we stayed in last night.

The city restaurants would have been crazy anyway, andwe got to eat in our PJ’s. And it doens’t matter to me if we celebrate with chocolate and roses. It matters that we were together and we enjoyed our time. I’m so thankful for our marriage. He’s my sweetheart. For sure.

Our very casual, very perfect Valentine's Day!

You can’t get much better than that!

In fact, I think we’ll make it a tradition. Breakfast for dinner, early bed time, some romantic smelly-good-candle action at home in the comfort of our own bedroom, cozy blankets on the couch, cuddling…cough medicine.

Ok, so I won’t plan on repeating that last one…

So, sorry, but there won’t be a post tonight.

Which you don’t mind because you’re all enjoying your Valentine’s Day!

I’ll hit you all up tomorrow, though, ok?

Until then, I wish all of you lovely readers a great night!