Monthly Archives: September 2011

Lesson # 7: The Brita and I don’t get along

I had two run-ins with the water pitcher today.

Episode 1: I was trying to fill it up using the hand sprayer. I had to hold the little flap on the lid up with my thumb with the other hand. In the middle of filling up the compartment, I noticed the lid wasn’t on straight, so I tried to push down on the back and my thumb slipped off the little button that holds the flap up. The water, however, did not stop spraying, which resulted in a huge deflection of the water away from the pitcher, up and out, all over the counter. Crap.

You’d think I would have learned by now that the Brita is temperamental and doesn’t like to be treated except with the tenderest of care.

But…my second mishap took place only an hour or so later.

Episode 2: I filled the compartment with no issues, surprisingly. But I was really thirsty and didn’t want to wait for the water to all run through, so I went ahead and started to pour. However, it’s important to note that the bottom part of the pitcher was almost empty so I had to tip it pretty far over to get any water to run out into my glass, and since the top part was full of water and the lid doesn’t stay on very well, let’s just say the top was pushed off by the weight of the water rushing down on the ill-fitting lid.

And water went ALL over the counter, all over the front of the lower cabinets, all over the floor, and all over my beautiful yellow kitchenmaid mixer.


Crap. Crap. CRAP.

Let’s just say I’ll be a little timid for a while when filling and pouring. I’m considering taping the lid down, but for the fact that I know it’ll get wet somehow or another. And wet tape always leaves those disgusting tape residue marks on things. Ick.

So until then, the battle continues.

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Changing Plans and Changing Tires

Saturday was a busy day.

It started early when my aunt called to tell me that her dog wasn’t well and needed to be put to sleep. I was sad to hear it, of course, but he’s very old and we’ve been expecting it for awhile. After discussing the possibility of burying him, she decided she’d have him cremated, I offered my condolences and hung up.

I apologised to Wyatt for waking him up and we lay there, just talking and thinking. I wasn’t sure if I had offered “enough” and I mentioned I couldn’t tell if she was okay or not. Wyatt was quiet for a minute and then softly said, “I can dig a hole pretty fast.”

So we called her back and offered our “services” in addition to our “sorry’s”and got out of bed and bundled up to go dig in the rain. (Luckily it wasn’t raining while we were actually digging.) And after saying goodbye, we headed back inside to get warm, and get ready for the wedding we were attending that afternoon.

At that time, my dad called and needed Wyatt to make a drive to bring him some fuel so he could keep combining. It was about a 45 minute round trip, but it gave me a head start getting ready, and since Wyatt doesn’t need as long anway, it worked out okay.

So we were on our way to the wedding, on track to get there about an hour early since I was reading at the ceremony and needed to get there ahead of time. We were driving on a part of the road where there was some construction, which was fine, but I started to hear a strange bumping sound coming from the front tire on my side.

I mentioned it, but we both decided it must be because of the rough road surface.

But…it wasn’t.

We had a flat tire. A very flat tire with a big hole in it.

Good grief.

So we pulled over in the first driveway we came to, and of course, there was a dog. A boxer. Not on a leash.

Just great…

But Wyatt, dressed all handsome in his new suit, got out and set to work getting the donut out of the trunk. The dog turned out to be friendly, just nosy, and wasn’t an issue, but I still had to occasionally shoo her away.

And I did have the foresight to make Wyatt put down an old jacket so he wouldn’t get as dirty.

And of course, it helped that Wyatt happens to be a master at changing tires, because in ten minutes we were on our way.

Our hands were dirty, his from doing the actual work, and mine from rolling the tires to and from the trunk and helping put the old tire back underneath everything in the trunk, so we used an all-purpose cleaning wipe for car surfaces. I’m pretty sure it isn’t safe for use on skin, but we managed.

We made it to the wedding with plenty of time, and it was beautiful of course, but before we could go enjoy the reception, we needed to go and get 4 new tires.

So we headed to Wal-mart, the only place we thought would be open, and it turned out that they would need 2 hours to get us in. So I called my mom and she came to pick us up so we wouldn’t be late to the party. (Wyatt’s dad had to run him back a couple of hours later to pick the car back up before they closed.)

And by the time we had partied all night and driven the thirty minutes back to his parents’ house, we were ready for bed.

Still, as I lay in bed that night, awake by myself since Wyatt had fallen asleep in about four seconds, I had to admit that I was proud of us. We had done a lot, and hadn’t complained at all. In fact, the whole “we’re going to be late, I can’t believe we had a flat tire” experience made me respect him even more. He didn’t cuss, scream, or even silently fume as he set to work. He just got to work and got it done.

But we were pretty tired on Sunday, and by the time we got home last night, Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Honey, let’s never leave our apartment again.”

And while he had to go to work and I am about to head out for a run and then to the store, and I have a ton of laundry and cleaning to do since we were way too tired to clean anything last night, I plan on staying in tonight, and maybe every night this week. Which I think sounds great.


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Advice from You: Best Way to Use Up the Peppers

What’s the best way to eat/cook with green peppers? I’m hoping for an idea that Wyatt will like too…


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Running “Together”

I like to run. I run everyday.

Wyatt hates to run. He never runs, unless he’s playing soccer, and then of course, he’ll run ALL day everyday.

So yesterday I opened an invitation to run in the MU PT department’s annual 5K and 10K. I’m pretty stoked to do the 10K again, despite that fact I’m only running about 2 miles a day right now. (I’ll worry about getting my distance up later, I’m sure.)

But Wyatt isn’t AT ALL excited to do the 5K. It’s his first one where he’ll actually be running. (We’ve walked in a 5K the last two Thanksgivings.)

He’s acting like I guilted him into it. Like I forced him. Really, I just suggested it.

Either way, though, I’m feeling a little bad that he’s dreading it so much and that he got up at 6am to run today. (I got to sleep later and run after he went to work.)

But we’re doing it together in about a week and a half, no matter what, so we’ll see how it goes. It’ll for sure be an adventure, and I’m sure he’ll be grumping all the way to the finish line.

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Our Little Apartment

Here’s a little preview of our apartment, in case anyone is curious as to where all this newlywed action is taking place.

It’s small, yes, but I love it. It’s a great first home.

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After Dinner Entertainment

Since I’m still not working, I’ve been doing my best to be the very best housewife I can be. So usually, I have dinner almost ready or waiting when Wyatt gets home from work at 5:30.

But the last two nights, I’ve done a lot more in-depth meals. So Wyatt had to help when he got home. Luckily, he doesn’t mind.

Tonight we had pasta with pan-fried chicken that I finished cooking in a tomato basil meat sauce. Then, my favorite part of the meal: fried eggplant. Yum.

My grandma gave us a bunch of produce, including 2 big eggplants. And my favorite way to eat eggplant is fried in eggs and cracker crumbs.

Wyatt got put in charge of the frying since he hadn’t done it before and I could easily tell him what to do, and I set to work making the sauce with no recipe. A little hamburger, diced tomatos, basil, oregano, sauteed onions, and lemon pepper seasoning.

It turned out pretty well.

We ate the entire eggplant by ourselves. For sure not the healthiest meal we could have stuffed down.

And now that we’re done eating, we’re sitting here on the loveseat watching tv. Wyatt’s trying to figure out a move in our Words with Friends game (I’m currently smoking him). And I’m thinking to myself that this is the way we spend too many of our nights.

We have a great dinner, do all the dishes, and then just chill out. Sure, sometime we take a walk, or go to the store. But usually, we just stay in. And it isn’t like we can do yard work or home repair projects.

(I need to pause and tell you that Wyatt looked up from his phone and is so bored that he felt the need to reach over and touch the fingerprint scanner on my laptop, which brings up and annoying window that blocks my screen. Thanks, honey.)

Anyway, I guess my problem is that I just feel we’re sort of, well, lame. Is it okay to sit and do nothing at night? Should we be more hip and happening? I’m so used to the busy schedule I had during high school and college that it’s hard for me to get used to this “doing nothing” thing.

What is the best sort of after dinner entertainment, anyway?

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Making Wyatt Eat His Vegetables

I want to preface this post by saying that I usually do my best to make foods that I know Wyatt will like. For instance, when I make chili, I leave out the onions and peppers. And when I make scrambled eggs, I add cheese. And when I make brownies, well, I make a lot of them.

But sometimes, I also throw in things like steamed vegetables in pasta or peas in a casserole. And he likes those things. They may not be things that he would make for himself, by he eats them and likes them when they’re on his plate.

No matter what, though, he still doesn’t like green peppers. Or onions. (He doesn’t even like fajitas, how crazy is that?)

But my grandma sent us a bunch of fresh vegetables. Onions, zucchini, tomatoes, eggplant, and green peppers. A bunch of green peppers. Way too many for me to eat on my own.

What was I going to do with all those peppers?

So I had the idea to try and make stuffed peppers for dinner. I mean, cheese, meat, and more cheese would tend to make anyone like green peppers, right?

Anyway, it turned out great, despite the fact that Wyatt ate it all and then said, “Well, it’s good, but I still don’t really like the pepper part.”

Which is fine.

Because I did. And because he ate it, with no complaints.

And because we got rid of 4 little green peppers tonight.

Talk about dosing up on vitamin C.


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Little and Big…

As we were getting ready for bed last night, (I feel a lot of our post-worthy moments are from that time of night) I was feeling a little bummed out. I think because I was thinking about another week beginning with no job, not even close. And we were talking about this coming weekend.

I’m so excited for a good friend’s wedding on Saturday that I get to be a part of, but for some reason, I was just a little down. As I sorted out my feelings to determine the cause of my gloom, I admitted to Wyatt that I think I was just missing the fact that my wedding day was over. Forever.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t at all want to go backwards. I’m so happy to be married, and in order to be married, the wedding day has to be over. I loved our wedding, and I couldn’t have asked for it to be a better day. I have no regrets and no hard feelings. Still, I think it’s natural to reminisce about the happiest day of our lives. Which is fine, as long as you don’t obsess or start to get stuck in this gloomy sort of mood.

And that thought, that our wedding day was the happiest day of my life, is what made me start to think about why I was feeling a little bummed out.  The thought that not every day of our lives will be a “big day.” Our next big day won’t be until the birth of a child, or when we find out we’re expecting, or buying a new house.

And while I was in the middle of figuring out how to feel about that, Wyatt simply and quietly interrupted my thoughts and said, “but you can’t just look forward to all the big days, you have to live all the little days happening right now.”

Ok, he gets the award for both the sweetest and most practical pep talk.

And he’s right. I don’t want to be bummed out thinking about how great one day in our past was, or how great one day in our future will be.

To be honest, I think that’s something I’ve always struggled with. I’m super “goal-oriented” and looking forward to exciting things to come is what got me through three jam-packed, fast-forwarded years of college. But now that I’m here, living the part of my life that I’ve always looked forward to, I don’t want to miss a single moment.

So this weekend we’ll celebrate a friend’s “big day,” and celebrate the fact that we’re in this stage of “little days” where we can just relax and enjoy our little family in our little apartment.

Because bigger things are coming, and someday, we’ll have our hands full of “big stuff.” Or if Wyatt gets his way, two little-boy-bundles of “little stuff.”

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My Role.

Before we got married, I had this sort of idea in my head that I would learn to be a wife. And while I am learning some things, such as the best way to sort the laundry, and the fastest way to make the big bed, there’s a lot of stuff that I don’t feel like I’m learning at all.

Things like loving my husband when he “forgets” to tell me things and leaves messes everywhere. Things like being okay at home by myself for his nights with the boys. The sense of pure and complete love, appreciation, and respect I have for him every morning when he gets up so early for work. The feeling of excitement I get when I hear him opening the door after he gets home at night. The realization that this is OUR apartment, our home, our life now.

Those things I don’t think I’ve learned at all. They just, well, are. They came naturally, as if they always were a part of me, I just hadn’t discovered them yet.

And I don’t believe in soul mates. I don’t. I believe that Wyatt and I fell in love and that we work really hard at our relationship. We make compromises, sacrifices, and commitments. And underneath all that, I know that somehow we’re bound together by the love that we have for each other. Love that was inspired by the love our Father and Creator has for us.

Before I got married, before I got engaged really, I had this idea that Wyatt was my “helpmate suitable” (Gen. 2:18, 22-24). But until now, I don’t think I understood exactly what that meant. We’re not two halves to a whole, or two peas in a pod, or opposites that attracted. We’re just helpers, mates, and we were the exact ones who were suitable for each other. Not because of some cosmic connection, but because for some reason, we’re only willing to be all those things…for each other.

So really, my role in this life? It’s to be exactly that. To be my husband’s biggest fan, his toughest, and most constructive, critic, his greatest love, and most enthusiastic and steadfast supporter. Because that’s what he is for me.

And though I don’t have a job yet, and I still struggle with feelings of desperation, frustration, and a complicated sense of self-worth, I know that right now, no matter what, and forever more, I am a helpmate suitable. I am a wife.

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Do you think we’ve adjusted to married life yet?

As we brushed our teeth last night before bed, and after our ice cream snack, I asked Wyatt if he thought we had gotten used to living together yet. It was a harmless question, really. I was just curious.

His answer? With no hesitation, “not the sleeping part.”

So now I’m stuck with this question. How long does it take to get used to sleeping in the same bed as someone. I mean, I guess we’ve had our whole lives to get used to sleeping alone. And for me, I always just had a twin bed, (and learned to share with Laura on family vacations–a notorious bed-and-blanket-hog) so I feel like I have plenty of room.

Maybe Wyatt’s more crowded since he used to sleep in this bed by himself.

But I really think it’s more than that. I think it has something to do with this sense that someone else is there with you.

And while it’s comforting for me to wake up in the middle of the night, or every few hours if I’m being honest, and realize Wyatt’s there, I have to admit that no matter how nice it is to “re-realize” he’s there, I think all those middle-of-the-night-wakeups are the reason we both wake up so sleepy.

I mean, before, I knew no one was there, so I slept soundly all night. Now, I now he’s there, but I have to “re-remind” my subconscious every so often.

Add in his snores, the fact that we both wake up each time one of us has to “re-realize” we’re not alone, and the occasional bumps or blanket stealing that come with sharing the sheets, and it’s no wonder we’re ready to go to bed at 10:00 every night.

I’m not worried, I know we’ll get the hang of this sleeping together thing eventually.

And in the meantime, I’ll just try to not get too annoyed when he comes home from work and wants to take a nap.

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