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I've decided that it might not be worth it to sweep and mop the floor.
Last week I cleaned the kitchen floor and not 10 minutes later the kids dumped an entire box of Cheerios all over it.
Yesterday, I cleaned the floor again and, I kid you not, 2 minutes after putting away the mop, John spilled an entire glass of orange juice onto it.
Come on kids... Help a mom out!
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In other news, my kids are awesome! They make me laugh constantly.
Example one: Four year old John jumps out of the car and trips a little on the way down. He looks up at me in utmost seriousness, "If I had fallen I would have broke my cranium!" (Well, we certainly don't want to hurt that little brain of yours.)
Example two: Two year old Wendy is in love with princesses. She always has to wear a princess dress or wear her princess shoes. Yesterday, she is sitting in my lap, looks up and proclaims, "I'm a pretty pretty princess. I love my face so much... and my nose." (At least we haven't developed any self esteem problems yet.)
My kids constantly bring joy to my life... even with the messy floors!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
One of my favorite stories to tell...
How I met my husband... Part IV
(Part I)
(Part II)
(Part III)
I arrived in Hawaii ready to meet the man I'd been falling in love with over the past two weeks. My friend, Amy, picked me up at the airport with some bad news. Mr. Darling had duty that night, which meant he will be spending the night on his submarine. But on the positive side, He had invited me to have dinner with him on the sub. Officers have 3 to 4 course meals served everyday in the wardroom, and he wanted me to join him.
Amy knew where she was going so she walked me to the sub. As we walked down the pier, I was holding the new baby. Once we got closer, Amy offered to take the baby so I could have my arms empty. I refused to hand over the child. I needed a barrier... just in case.
But as we rounded the corner... I saw him. He was standing there in his blue poopysuit (cover-alls) holding a single red rose. As soon as I saw him, I tossed the baby over, gave a shy smile, and then a tiny little hug.
(I was nervous about the rules. I knew there was certain things he could not do while in uniform, but I had no idea what those certain things were. So, the biggest thing I remember about our first (second) meeting was being horribly worried about getting him in trouble.)
Mr. Darling escorted me onto the sub where they announced over the speaker, "There will be lady visitors on board until further notice." (Why, thank you! Now the men will be on their very best behavior... you know, since a female is present and all.)
The first thing we did was sit down for dinner. I remember the chairs being super heavy. It took me forever to scoot my chair up. (Maybe, he should have done that for me.) Why do I remember that, you ask? Oh, because I freaking pop a finger nail off trying to move the dang thing. I spent big money on those suckers and lost one in the first five minutes. I spent the rest of the night trying to hide that particular finger. (I wonder if the cleaning crew ever figured out what that thing was when they found it, if they found it...I looked all over and never found the stupid thing.)
Dinner was amazing. Then on to the tour. I saw the torpedo room and the periscope. I got to see where Mr. Darling stands to "drive the boat." Of course, I was not welcome to see any of the real cool stuff, but that's okay, because I did get to see how they flush the toilets and that was just crazy!
I saw his rack in his stateroom, that was shared with three other officers. And we may or may not have shared our first kiss in that same stateroom. I cannot say for sure. No, in fact, it couldn't have been there, because that would have gotten him in BIG trouble!
Finally, we spent the rest of the evening watching a movie in the wardroom, Punch Drunk Love with Adam Sandler. Cool little tidbit about the Navy: They get access to movies before the rest of the world. They're just in a weird format. This lets the men and women in the military get to watch recently released movies without having to go to the theater. Pretty helpful if you are in the middle of an ocean somewhere.
So our first date was dinner and a movie aboard the USS [edit] (Mr. Darling says that is too much information. ) Redo: So our first date was dinner and a movie aboard Mr. Darling's submarine.
The next few days were spent seeing Oahu. We went snorkling at Hanauma bay, enoyed the Honolulu zoo, visited one of those amazing Hawaii waterfalls (that, had it not been so crowded, we could have gone swimming underneath.) And then he took me to to Kaneohe, (because that is where he lived) I find out later, he has been carrying around my engagement ring the entire time... and when I say carrying, I mean it was TIED TO HIS BOARD SHORTS! Sweetheart, I love you, but seriously, it was tied to your board shorts??? His reasoning, "I'm in the navy, I know how to tie knots!" Nevertheless, it was an amazing few days.
Apparently, he had also been conversing with Amy. Everyday, he would ask her if I would say yes if he proposed.
She would say, "Not yet, She's not ready yet!"
Then New Year's Eve rolled around. Mr. Darling planned a romantic night up on a hill that overlooks three different bays. Each bay was going to have its own fireworks show. So, we could see them all from up on this hill. Little to my knowledge, Mr. Darling was going rogue. It was do or die, he was going to pop the question, if I said no, or that I wasn't ready, he was done. Everything was set to go until about 15 minutes before we left, then Amy gets a call... she is crying as she hangs up. James's tour had been extended and her husband would not be coming home for another 4 months. Well, I couldn't just leave her there crying, so I invited her to come along. (Poor Mr. Darling...It's not like three's a crowd on the night you are going to propose, right?)
We bring a blanket and sit down to watch the fireworks. Mr. Darling pulls me off for some privacy and we kiss a bit under all the flashing lights. He starts to say something, but at just that moment, I look over and see Amy sitting there so sad. So I drag him back over the blanket to put my arm around her. (He frustratingly follows... I mean, there is nothing like trying to propose when the dang girl won't stay in one place long enough to get the question out.) Now, we are sitting there, Mr. Darling and I holding hand, watching the fireworks and then I remember something I needed to tell Amy. I go into this long diatribe when suddenly she puts her hand up, stops me and then slowly points to Ryan. I turn to look wondering what in the world could warrant such an action... And THERE HE IS... underneath a gazillion fireworks, on one knee, holding a tiny little box. To this day, I have no idea what he said... All I remember was time stood still as I tried desperately to figure out what my answer should be. This was a life changing moment. I didn't want to say Yes, just to change my mind later. I didn't want to say no, because I seriously loved this guy. But SERIOUSLY, we had only talked to two weeks. You can't get engaged after two weeks. This is CRAZY! Then, he is there staring at me, waiting, needing an answer. I can barely squeak out, "o'tay." That's right I said o'tay, not yes, not even okay. I had resorted to baby talk. I was scared to death.
And then it was over. It made perfect sense. It was exactly what I wanted.
I loved him, I wanted to be with him, it was perfect!
So two months later, over my spring break, I flew back out and we were married at the Justice of the Peace. (Our little secret!) Mr. Darling was set to deploy and we wanted to be married before he left. We would eventually have a church wedding almost exactly one year later. His deployment gave us even more opportunity to communicate. All we had was email and an occasional phone call.* We learned so much about each other that year. I often wonder if our marriage would be different if we hadn't had that year. We don't fight much, but we had one or two little squabbles early on, when we did, we would resort to letters to resolve our issues. He would type something on the computer and leave it for me to find. I would do the same. It worked for us. We're weird I know.
But we have an amazing marriage... 7 years and 3 kids later and we are still going strong.
*I did try and actually see him once while he was deployed. I flew half way across the world to a little island in the middle of the Indian ocean. The sub was suppose to pull into Seychelles, and I, never having left the US before, went to meet him there. But, he stood me up and never showed... that, however, is another story.
(I do have one final chapter to our story, but it is more religious oriented. The God behind the story...coming soon.)
(Part I)
(Part II)
(Part III)
I arrived in Hawaii ready to meet the man I'd been falling in love with over the past two weeks. My friend, Amy, picked me up at the airport with some bad news. Mr. Darling had duty that night, which meant he will be spending the night on his submarine. But on the positive side, He had invited me to have dinner with him on the sub. Officers have 3 to 4 course meals served everyday in the wardroom, and he wanted me to join him.
Amy knew where she was going so she walked me to the sub. As we walked down the pier, I was holding the new baby. Once we got closer, Amy offered to take the baby so I could have my arms empty. I refused to hand over the child. I needed a barrier... just in case.
But as we rounded the corner... I saw him. He was standing there in his blue poopysuit (cover-alls) holding a single red rose. As soon as I saw him, I tossed the baby over, gave a shy smile, and then a tiny little hug.
(I was nervous about the rules. I knew there was certain things he could not do while in uniform, but I had no idea what those certain things were. So, the biggest thing I remember about our first (second) meeting was being horribly worried about getting him in trouble.)
Mr. Darling escorted me onto the sub where they announced over the speaker, "There will be lady visitors on board until further notice." (Why, thank you! Now the men will be on their very best behavior... you know, since a female is present and all.)
The first thing we did was sit down for dinner. I remember the chairs being super heavy. It took me forever to scoot my chair up. (Maybe, he should have done that for me.) Why do I remember that, you ask? Oh, because I freaking pop a finger nail off trying to move the dang thing. I spent big money on those suckers and lost one in the first five minutes. I spent the rest of the night trying to hide that particular finger. (I wonder if the cleaning crew ever figured out what that thing was when they found it, if they found it...I looked all over and never found the stupid thing.)
Dinner was amazing. Then on to the tour. I saw the torpedo room and the periscope. I got to see where Mr. Darling stands to "drive the boat." Of course, I was not welcome to see any of the real cool stuff, but that's okay, because I did get to see how they flush the toilets and that was just crazy!
I saw his rack in his stateroom, that was shared with three other officers. And we may or may not have shared our first kiss in that same stateroom. I cannot say for sure. No, in fact, it couldn't have been there, because that would have gotten him in BIG trouble!
Finally, we spent the rest of the evening watching a movie in the wardroom, Punch Drunk Love with Adam Sandler. Cool little tidbit about the Navy: They get access to movies before the rest of the world. They're just in a weird format. This lets the men and women in the military get to watch recently released movies without having to go to the theater. Pretty helpful if you are in the middle of an ocean somewhere.
So our first date was dinner and a movie aboard the USS [edit] (Mr. Darling says that is too much information. ) Redo: So our first date was dinner and a movie aboard Mr. Darling's submarine.
The next few days were spent seeing Oahu. We went snorkling at Hanauma bay, enoyed the Honolulu zoo, visited one of those amazing Hawaii waterfalls (that, had it not been so crowded, we could have gone swimming underneath.) And then he took me to to Kaneohe, (because that is where he lived) I find out later, he has been carrying around my engagement ring the entire time... and when I say carrying, I mean it was TIED TO HIS BOARD SHORTS! Sweetheart, I love you, but seriously, it was tied to your board shorts??? His reasoning, "I'm in the navy, I know how to tie knots!" Nevertheless, it was an amazing few days.
Apparently, he had also been conversing with Amy. Everyday, he would ask her if I would say yes if he proposed.
She would say, "Not yet, She's not ready yet!"
Then New Year's Eve rolled around. Mr. Darling planned a romantic night up on a hill that overlooks three different bays. Each bay was going to have its own fireworks show. So, we could see them all from up on this hill. Little to my knowledge, Mr. Darling was going rogue. It was do or die, he was going to pop the question, if I said no, or that I wasn't ready, he was done. Everything was set to go until about 15 minutes before we left, then Amy gets a call... she is crying as she hangs up. James's tour had been extended and her husband would not be coming home for another 4 months. Well, I couldn't just leave her there crying, so I invited her to come along. (Poor Mr. Darling...It's not like three's a crowd on the night you are going to propose, right?)
We bring a blanket and sit down to watch the fireworks. Mr. Darling pulls me off for some privacy and we kiss a bit under all the flashing lights. He starts to say something, but at just that moment, I look over and see Amy sitting there so sad. So I drag him back over the blanket to put my arm around her. (He frustratingly follows... I mean, there is nothing like trying to propose when the dang girl won't stay in one place long enough to get the question out.) Now, we are sitting there, Mr. Darling and I holding hand, watching the fireworks and then I remember something I needed to tell Amy. I go into this long diatribe when suddenly she puts her hand up, stops me and then slowly points to Ryan. I turn to look wondering what in the world could warrant such an action... And THERE HE IS... underneath a gazillion fireworks, on one knee, holding a tiny little box. To this day, I have no idea what he said... All I remember was time stood still as I tried desperately to figure out what my answer should be. This was a life changing moment. I didn't want to say Yes, just to change my mind later. I didn't want to say no, because I seriously loved this guy. But SERIOUSLY, we had only talked to two weeks. You can't get engaged after two weeks. This is CRAZY! Then, he is there staring at me, waiting, needing an answer. I can barely squeak out, "o'tay." That's right I said o'tay, not yes, not even okay. I had resorted to baby talk. I was scared to death.
And then it was over. It made perfect sense. It was exactly what I wanted.
I loved him, I wanted to be with him, it was perfect!
So two months later, over my spring break, I flew back out and we were married at the Justice of the Peace. (Our little secret!) Mr. Darling was set to deploy and we wanted to be married before he left. We would eventually have a church wedding almost exactly one year later. His deployment gave us even more opportunity to communicate. All we had was email and an occasional phone call.* We learned so much about each other that year. I often wonder if our marriage would be different if we hadn't had that year. We don't fight much, but we had one or two little squabbles early on, when we did, we would resort to letters to resolve our issues. He would type something on the computer and leave it for me to find. I would do the same. It worked for us. We're weird I know.
But we have an amazing marriage... 7 years and 3 kids later and we are still going strong.
*I did try and actually see him once while he was deployed. I flew half way across the world to a little island in the middle of the Indian ocean. The sub was suppose to pull into Seychelles, and I, never having left the US before, went to meet him there. But, he stood me up and never showed... that, however, is another story.
(I do have one final chapter to our story, but it is more religious oriented. The God behind the story...coming soon.)
Friday, April 23, 2010
One of my favorite stories to tell...
How I met my husband... Part III
(Part I )
(Part II)
Now Mr. Darling is having random thoughts of marrying me. I'm hearing voices saying I should marry him. However, at that moment we were each still thinking the other was pretty much a loser.
But by this point, my curiously has gotten to me. I start asking Amy questions.
ME: "So...what's he like? What's he looking for in a woman?" (He, apparently, also started asking her about me.)
HER: "He wants an educated woman who would rather stay at home and raise his children."
ME: "Sweet! I have my Masters Degree and have zero desire to use it!"
(All I've ever really wanted was a family. That's convenient, no?)
Three days later, Amy calls and says, "Mr. Darling thinks the two of you should get married." I half-joking say ok and I continue my barrage of half-joking questions.
The next day she calls back.
HER: "He's serious about the marriage thing, are you?"
I am a little taken aback. "Maybe I'm serious???"
So now things are a bit more earnest. For the next several days, our phone conversations are something like this, "Ask him what he thinks about this," and, "Ask him how he feels about that." Then it's her turn: "He wants to know what you think about this," and "He wants to know how you feel about that."
Finally she decides that we should quit being twelve and she should just put him on the phone. As I am yelling, "No NO NO, I don't want to talk to him," she hands the phone over and we end up talking for the next three hours.
The next morning Amy calls to tell me Mr. Darling wants me to fly out and see him. I figure: Why not? Maybe over the summer. No, that was not good enough. He wanted me to come for New Year's Eve, and he was paying. She was just calling to verify out of which airport I wanted to fly. I, again, am a little unnerved, but I figure, "Hey, it's a freaking free trip to Hawaii and if things go terribly bad, I'll hang out with my best friend. It's a win win."
(Did I mention New Year's is 2 weeks away?)
Over the next two weeks. Mr. Darling and I talk every night for two to four hours, depending on how long the poor guy can hold the phone up to his ear. We talked about everything, we asked questions, we got to know one another extremely well, we laughed, we were, without even realizing it, falling in love. We wondered if it was possible to miss someone you had never really been around? And the best part was, we didn't have that awkward dating period where you had to be on your best behavior and stressed out about what you should or shouldn't do. There were no weird physical moments. Should I kiss him, should we hold hand? It just wasn't an option. We learned everything we needed to know about each other without any awkward situations. (Of course to this day, we both claim, had we ever actually dated, it would have never worked out. It would have been the little things that seriously do not matter in the big scheme of things, but would have annoyed the crap out of each of us had we been dating.)
By the time I got to Hawaii I was head over heels for this guy. And he had already bought the ring!
(Can I just say, he went ring shopping with my very best friend and she totally threw me under the bus. He was going to buy me a Tiffany's ring and she told him I "wasn't that kind of girl." UH, EXCUSE ME? Hello? Help a girl out. It was TIFFANY'S!!! Apparently because I never had any brand name or designer anything, she always thought I simply didn't want it. Okay... just because I couldn't afford it does not mean I wouldn't have liked it! But anyway, after convincing him I would never in a million years want a Tiffany ring, he went and had a ring made especially for me, and it is beautiful... even if it isn't Tiffany's...)
Man, I am long winded... Stay tuned for Part IV - My arrival in Hawaii and our first date... on his Submarine!
(Part I )
(Part II)
Now Mr. Darling is having random thoughts of marrying me. I'm hearing voices saying I should marry him. However, at that moment we were each still thinking the other was pretty much a loser.
But by this point, my curiously has gotten to me. I start asking Amy questions.
ME: "So...what's he like? What's he looking for in a woman?" (He, apparently, also started asking her about me.)
HER: "He wants an educated woman who would rather stay at home and raise his children."
ME: "Sweet! I have my Masters Degree and have zero desire to use it!"
(All I've ever really wanted was a family. That's convenient, no?)
Three days later, Amy calls and says, "Mr. Darling thinks the two of you should get married." I half-joking say ok and I continue my barrage of half-joking questions.
The next day she calls back.
HER: "He's serious about the marriage thing, are you?"
I am a little taken aback. "Maybe I'm serious???"
So now things are a bit more earnest. For the next several days, our phone conversations are something like this, "Ask him what he thinks about this," and, "Ask him how he feels about that." Then it's her turn: "He wants to know what you think about this," and "He wants to know how you feel about that."
Finally she decides that we should quit being twelve and she should just put him on the phone. As I am yelling, "No NO NO, I don't want to talk to him," she hands the phone over and we end up talking for the next three hours.
The next morning Amy calls to tell me Mr. Darling wants me to fly out and see him. I figure: Why not? Maybe over the summer. No, that was not good enough. He wanted me to come for New Year's Eve, and he was paying. She was just calling to verify out of which airport I wanted to fly. I, again, am a little unnerved, but I figure, "Hey, it's a freaking free trip to Hawaii and if things go terribly bad, I'll hang out with my best friend. It's a win win."
(Did I mention New Year's is 2 weeks away?)
Over the next two weeks. Mr. Darling and I talk every night for two to four hours, depending on how long the poor guy can hold the phone up to his ear. We talked about everything, we asked questions, we got to know one another extremely well, we laughed, we were, without even realizing it, falling in love. We wondered if it was possible to miss someone you had never really been around? And the best part was, we didn't have that awkward dating period where you had to be on your best behavior and stressed out about what you should or shouldn't do. There were no weird physical moments. Should I kiss him, should we hold hand? It just wasn't an option. We learned everything we needed to know about each other without any awkward situations. (Of course to this day, we both claim, had we ever actually dated, it would have never worked out. It would have been the little things that seriously do not matter in the big scheme of things, but would have annoyed the crap out of each of us had we been dating.)
By the time I got to Hawaii I was head over heels for this guy. And he had already bought the ring!
(Can I just say, he went ring shopping with my very best friend and she totally threw me under the bus. He was going to buy me a Tiffany's ring and she told him I "wasn't that kind of girl." UH, EXCUSE ME? Hello? Help a girl out. It was TIFFANY'S!!! Apparently because I never had any brand name or designer anything, she always thought I simply didn't want it. Okay... just because I couldn't afford it does not mean I wouldn't have liked it! But anyway, after convincing him I would never in a million years want a Tiffany ring, he went and had a ring made especially for me, and it is beautiful... even if it isn't Tiffany's...)
Man, I am long winded... Stay tuned for Part IV - My arrival in Hawaii and our first date... on his Submarine!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
One of my favorite stories to tell...
How I met my husband... Part II
(Part I)
Where did I leave off? Oh yes! The future Mr. and Mrs. Darling loathed one another.
Fast forward another 3 months and it is time for my friend Amy to delivery her baby boy. Being the naturalist that she is, the plan was for her to labor in the Aquadoula (a giant inflatable bathtub) until time to deliver; then Mr. Darling would load her up and zoom over to the hospital just in time for the midwife to catch the baby.
Mr. Darling was game. He had gone to the Bradley birthing classes and, hey, they were watching Lord of the Rings II, so what could be more fun? I called every couple of hours to check on her and I figure it was getting close, so I called once more.
This time, Mr. Darling answered. The conversation, I mean monologue, went something like this...
"Hi, um, she can't talk, uh, like before, I think, um, she's gonna have the baby. Uh, I think she's fine. I think... I have to go... I need to call the midwife.... stammer stammer stammer..." CLICK!
Of course, I hang up the phone and start laughing hysterically at the poor guy. I mean, it isn't his wife, or his baby for that matter.... and he was FREAKING OUT!
HYSTERICAL!
(Okay, and just for about half a second, I actually had a nice thought about the guy... then I remembered he was a jerk... so I laughed at him some more.)
They arrived at the hospital in time, delivered a healthy baby boy, and life continued on.
Let's fast forward once again, but just a month this time. It's mid December, Amy and the kids are doing fine. Mr. Darling is still coming over regularly to do some honey-do stuff, make sure everyone is okay and (more than likely) get a home cooked meal. Me, I am back on the mainland going about my life. (And, of course, calling Amy every night to make sure she's okay.)
(Okay, here comes the weird part... please don't think I'm crazy.)
One night out of the blue, I end my nightly call with Amy, lie down, just about asleep, and I hear a voice. I am not sure if it was actually audible, but it was very clear, "He's the one" I immediately sit up and laugh out loud. Why I assumed the "He" was Mr. Darling, I don't know. But it was...and he was a jerk...so there was no way that "He" was the one.
The very next night, it happened again. "He's the one!" Now, I'm kinda getting freaked out. I'm hearing voices for goodness sake.
So, the next night I confide to Amy, "You wanna hear the stupidest thing in the entire world?" I proceed to tell her about the voice. She gets really quiet and doesn't say much... then changes the subject entirely. Odd. We finished our conversation, say good bye and hang up. But just a few minutes later she calls back, "I need to tell you something." Apparently the night before, Mr. Darling came over for dinner and out of the blue says, "Wouldn't it be weird if Mrs. Darling and I ending up married?"
Silence
Why on God's green Earth would two people who absolutely abhor each other randomly decide they are suppose to be married?
CREEPY!
(Apparently, you will now have to wait until Part III for the falling in love part. Coming Soon!)
I had no idea this story was so long. :)
(Part I)
Where did I leave off? Oh yes! The future Mr. and Mrs. Darling loathed one another.
Fast forward another 3 months and it is time for my friend Amy to delivery her baby boy. Being the naturalist that she is, the plan was for her to labor in the Aquadoula (a giant inflatable bathtub) until time to deliver; then Mr. Darling would load her up and zoom over to the hospital just in time for the midwife to catch the baby.
Mr. Darling was game. He had gone to the Bradley birthing classes and, hey, they were watching Lord of the Rings II, so what could be more fun? I called every couple of hours to check on her and I figure it was getting close, so I called once more.
This time, Mr. Darling answered. The conversation, I mean monologue, went something like this...
"Hi, um, she can't talk, uh, like before, I think, um, she's gonna have the baby. Uh, I think she's fine. I think... I have to go... I need to call the midwife.... stammer stammer stammer..." CLICK!
Of course, I hang up the phone and start laughing hysterically at the poor guy. I mean, it isn't his wife, or his baby for that matter.... and he was FREAKING OUT!
HYSTERICAL!
(Okay, and just for about half a second, I actually had a nice thought about the guy... then I remembered he was a jerk... so I laughed at him some more.)
They arrived at the hospital in time, delivered a healthy baby boy, and life continued on.
Let's fast forward once again, but just a month this time. It's mid December, Amy and the kids are doing fine. Mr. Darling is still coming over regularly to do some honey-do stuff, make sure everyone is okay and (more than likely) get a home cooked meal. Me, I am back on the mainland going about my life. (And, of course, calling Amy every night to make sure she's okay.)
(Okay, here comes the weird part... please don't think I'm crazy.)
One night out of the blue, I end my nightly call with Amy, lie down, just about asleep, and I hear a voice. I am not sure if it was actually audible, but it was very clear, "He's the one" I immediately sit up and laugh out loud. Why I assumed the "He" was Mr. Darling, I don't know. But it was...and he was a jerk...so there was no way that "He" was the one.
The very next night, it happened again. "He's the one!" Now, I'm kinda getting freaked out. I'm hearing voices for goodness sake.
So, the next night I confide to Amy, "You wanna hear the stupidest thing in the entire world?" I proceed to tell her about the voice. She gets really quiet and doesn't say much... then changes the subject entirely. Odd. We finished our conversation, say good bye and hang up. But just a few minutes later she calls back, "I need to tell you something." Apparently the night before, Mr. Darling came over for dinner and out of the blue says, "Wouldn't it be weird if Mrs. Darling and I ending up married?"
Silence
Why on God's green Earth would two people who absolutely abhor each other randomly decide they are suppose to be married?
CREEPY!
(Apparently, you will now have to wait until Part III for the falling in love part. Coming Soon!)
I had no idea this story was so long. :)
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
One of my favorite stories to tell...
How I met my husband...
The first time Mr. Darling and I met was at my best friend's wedding.... and he was the biggest JERK I had ever met!
There is a lot to that part of the story that we won't get into... lets just say we were fresh out of college, possibly had a little too much to drink that weekend, and, okay I"ll admit it, a little immature.
Oh, and there was that whole, we were suppose to be "set up" misunderstanding that started it all, but that is beside the point.
Okay fine, I'll tell you... basically I had never been "set up" before and I thought there was suppose to be some kind of formal statement on the matter. Since there wasn't, I assumed he wasn't interested - that he had given the secret signal - and the whole thing had been called off. Since we were at a little party anyway, I went on my way and started flirting with some one else. Apparently, that made me the biggest WITCH he had ever met. It was just a simple misunderstanding.
The weekend went downhill from there. He was hitting on my engaged friend who was too drunk to remember she was engaged. I however, did remember and made it very clear he should leave her alone, but she she didn't seem to mind, and since he was getting nowhere with me, he had no desire to stop. I said some horrible things, he said some horrible things... Let's just say, it was bad. (Oh, and there may or may not have been skinny dipping that night. I don't know. It's all kind of fuzzy.)
Fast forward three years. My best friend Amy and her husband James move to Hawaii at the request of the Navy. Did I mention that Mr. Darling was roommates with James in college? (Which is why he was in the wedding three years before.) When Amy and James arrived in Hawaii she was 6 months pregnant, and James would be shipping out to the Gulf for what we end up being 10 months. It just so happened that Mr. Darling, also in the Navy, was already stationed in Hawaii. As he was the only person they knew, James recruited him to look after his wife and 16 month old daughter. (He would eventually be Amy's birth partner for the birth of James and Amy's son, 3 months later.)
When Amy told me Mr. Darling would be hanging around, the first thing out of my mouth was, "I cannot believe you are going to let that boy around your daughter!" She claimed since she had no other options, I needed to be supportive. So I tried not to say anything too negative about the jerk.
One day I called to check on her and he was there. I half-jokingly said, "Well, you can tell him that I certainly do NOT say hi!" She generously relayed the message without the half-jokingly tone and he immediately responding with, "Tell her to kiss my ass!" My immediate reactions, "See, I told you he was a jerk... he's still a JERK!
Obviously, our feeling for each other had not changed much... after three years there was still a profound hatred between us.
Can you believe we would be married less than 6 months later...?
Stayed tuned for Part II. (How we went from the aforementioned hatred, to head over heels in love... in less than 2 week.)
The first time Mr. Darling and I met was at my best friend's wedding.... and he was the biggest JERK I had ever met!
There is a lot to that part of the story that we won't get into... lets just say we were fresh out of college, possibly had a little too much to drink that weekend, and, okay I"ll admit it, a little immature.
Oh, and there was that whole, we were suppose to be "set up" misunderstanding that started it all, but that is beside the point.
Okay fine, I'll tell you... basically I had never been "set up" before and I thought there was suppose to be some kind of formal statement on the matter. Since there wasn't, I assumed he wasn't interested - that he had given the secret signal - and the whole thing had been called off. Since we were at a little party anyway, I went on my way and started flirting with some one else. Apparently, that made me the biggest WITCH he had ever met. It was just a simple misunderstanding.
The weekend went downhill from there. He was hitting on my engaged friend who was too drunk to remember she was engaged. I however, did remember and made it very clear he should leave her alone, but she she didn't seem to mind, and since he was getting nowhere with me, he had no desire to stop. I said some horrible things, he said some horrible things... Let's just say, it was bad. (Oh, and there may or may not have been skinny dipping that night. I don't know. It's all kind of fuzzy.)
Fast forward three years. My best friend Amy and her husband James move to Hawaii at the request of the Navy. Did I mention that Mr. Darling was roommates with James in college? (Which is why he was in the wedding three years before.) When Amy and James arrived in Hawaii she was 6 months pregnant, and James would be shipping out to the Gulf for what we end up being 10 months. It just so happened that Mr. Darling, also in the Navy, was already stationed in Hawaii. As he was the only person they knew, James recruited him to look after his wife and 16 month old daughter. (He would eventually be Amy's birth partner for the birth of James and Amy's son, 3 months later.)
When Amy told me Mr. Darling would be hanging around, the first thing out of my mouth was, "I cannot believe you are going to let that boy around your daughter!" She claimed since she had no other options, I needed to be supportive. So I tried not to say anything too negative about the jerk.
One day I called to check on her and he was there. I half-jokingly said, "Well, you can tell him that I certainly do NOT say hi!" She generously relayed the message without the half-jokingly tone and he immediately responding with, "Tell her to kiss my ass!" My immediate reactions, "See, I told you he was a jerk... he's still a JERK!
Obviously, our feeling for each other had not changed much... after three years there was still a profound hatred between us.
Can you believe we would be married less than 6 months later...?
Stayed tuned for Part II. (How we went from the aforementioned hatred, to head over heels in love... in less than 2 week.)
Monday, April 19, 2010
A Query...
On the way home from a birthday party yesterday, I asked John what kind of birthday cake he would like for his birthday. (Which is still a few months away.)
His answer:
"I want a blackberry cake. I want it to look like a blackberry, taste like a blackberry and have blackberries all over it."
I have to say, I am at a lost. Should I just put a candle in a giant bowl of blackberries?
Help me out here.... Any ideas?
His answer:
"I want a blackberry cake. I want it to look like a blackberry, taste like a blackberry and have blackberries all over it."
I have to say, I am at a lost. Should I just put a candle in a giant bowl of blackberries?
Help me out here.... Any ideas?
Saturday, April 17, 2010
The Apocalypse (my week in random)
The last couple of weeks have been CRAZY!!!
We have had had double ear infections, three cases of pink eye and some kind of horrible ear thing for poor Mr. Darling. About a year ago, in a moment of possible insanity, I went and bought my very on otoscope (the ear light thingy that doctors use) so that I don't have to take the kids to the doctor every time I suspect an ear infection. I can just take a peak and "mostly" know. Hubby asked if I wanted to take a look in his ear.
OH MY LORD!!! NASTY!!!! I have no idea what I was even looking at... all I know is that it was not in ANY WAY normal. (I would describe it, but I don't want anyone to throw up in their mouths just a little bit.)
And, of course, since he is a man, he will not go to the doctor. So here is to hoping my husband can still hear in a couple of days.
So after a week of eye drops and antibiotics and husbands (well, one husband) working past 10:00 PM three of the last five nights, I am exhausted.
Did I mention, we've been shopping for mini-vans all week? I hate car salesmen. Seriously, people... I am well aware of how much money I have and what I can afford. It doesn't matter how cool the options are in that vehicle.... and yes, I would LOVE to have it and YES, I do WANT it... but again... since it is 15 grand more than I can possibly spend (which I've told you at least 8 times in the last 4 minutes), please stop trying to convince me I want it. I have THREE KIDS UNDER 5 with me at a car dealership! Try selling me something I can legitimately, actually buy! [/End Rant]
In conclusion, I've had a hectic week. Thank God for the weekend. (Oh, and Carmax, which has no haggle pricing and every vehicle listed on their website... Woohoo! Car shopping from the comfort of my couch!)
Now, I must go watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, because it's my favorite show ever and it makes me happy. Have a nice night!
We have had had double ear infections, three cases of pink eye and some kind of horrible ear thing for poor Mr. Darling. About a year ago, in a moment of possible insanity, I went and bought my very on otoscope (the ear light thingy that doctors use) so that I don't have to take the kids to the doctor every time I suspect an ear infection. I can just take a peak and "mostly" know. Hubby asked if I wanted to take a look in his ear.
OH MY LORD!!! NASTY!!!! I have no idea what I was even looking at... all I know is that it was not in ANY WAY normal. (I would describe it, but I don't want anyone to throw up in their mouths just a little bit.)
And, of course, since he is a man, he will not go to the doctor. So here is to hoping my husband can still hear in a couple of days.
So after a week of eye drops and antibiotics and husbands (well, one husband) working past 10:00 PM three of the last five nights, I am exhausted.
Did I mention, we've been shopping for mini-vans all week? I hate car salesmen. Seriously, people... I am well aware of how much money I have and what I can afford. It doesn't matter how cool the options are in that vehicle.... and yes, I would LOVE to have it and YES, I do WANT it... but again... since it is 15 grand more than I can possibly spend (which I've told you at least 8 times in the last 4 minutes), please stop trying to convince me I want it. I have THREE KIDS UNDER 5 with me at a car dealership! Try selling me something I can legitimately, actually buy! [/End Rant]
In conclusion, I've had a hectic week. Thank God for the weekend. (Oh, and Carmax, which has no haggle pricing and every vehicle listed on their website... Woohoo! Car shopping from the comfort of my couch!)
Now, I must go watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, because it's my favorite show ever and it makes me happy. Have a nice night!
Friday, April 2, 2010
The Mind of a Four-year Old
Me: John, would you like to try some chocolate Mousse?
John: (with a bit of excitement in his voice) Is it made out of moose?
Me: No, it's kind of like pudding.
John: (annoyed) Well, then why in the world would they call it moose?
Overheard at the pet store:
Don't worry little ferret. I'll come back for you someday. But first my cat has to die, but before that, my dogs have to die. I can't have a cat until my dogs die. Then, I'll get a cat and when he dies, then I will come back for you. Okay?
(I'm hoping the ferret doesn't hold his breathe waiting on us...)
Is it terrible that my son wants a cat so bad that he is praying our dogs die soon, so he can get his cat? Is it even more terrible that we told him that his dogs will actually DIE just to get him to stop asking about cats? (A lot of good it did us.)
He once tried to get me to take them to the library so we could exchange them for a cat. Apparently, since you can trade in books for new ones, it just makes since that you can do the same with pets.
That being said... Anyone want to trade. I'll give you two gigantic horse-dogs for one sweet little kitty. Anyone? Anyone?
John: (with a bit of excitement in his voice) Is it made out of moose?
Me: No, it's kind of like pudding.
John: (annoyed) Well, then why in the world would they call it moose?
Overheard at the pet store:
Don't worry little ferret. I'll come back for you someday. But first my cat has to die, but before that, my dogs have to die. I can't have a cat until my dogs die. Then, I'll get a cat and when he dies, then I will come back for you. Okay?
(I'm hoping the ferret doesn't hold his breathe waiting on us...)
Is it terrible that my son wants a cat so bad that he is praying our dogs die soon, so he can get his cat? Is it even more terrible that we told him that his dogs will actually DIE just to get him to stop asking about cats? (A lot of good it did us.)
He once tried to get me to take them to the library so we could exchange them for a cat. Apparently, since you can trade in books for new ones, it just makes since that you can do the same with pets.
That being said... Anyone want to trade. I'll give you two gigantic horse-dogs for one sweet little kitty. Anyone? Anyone?
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