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An Unexpected Hiatus

Hello!  Hello… Hello… Hellooooooo (echo, echo, echooooooo)?!

While I certainly didn’t plan to take any sort of break from blogging, I just looked and saw that my last post was March 16th of 2012… 301 days ago.  7,200 hours ago.  432,000 minutes ago. 25,920,000 seconds ago! (Just in case you needed it broke down like that.)   Time has just whizzed by for me.  So, I will do a brief (well, as brief as I am capable of being) post of what has happened since March of last year.

Grand Canyon

Taking a ride on The Grand Canyon Railway!

First of all I did NOT forget my anniversary on May 7th.  Mister planned a great little trip for us to Zion National Park and the Grand Canyon and we took that in late May.  The landscape in our desert states are simply beautiful, and surrounding myself in it was a feast for my eyes, heart and soul.  We went to the Grand Canyon via The Grand Canyon Railway, and it was so much fun!  I absolutely love to travel with Mister.  So many new experiences and lots of laughter shared between us!

Mister's son is an expert on how to efficiently relocate to another state!

Mister’s son is an expert on how to efficiently relocate to another state!

In June, some of my favorite people in the whole world, Mister’s son and daughter-in-law and granddaughter, moved to Havasu!  We are thrilled to have them here, even though we tried to warn them off.  Really, we tried to tell them not to come here.  Not because we didn’t want them to move here, but because the beginning of summer is the absolute worst time to try to acclimate to the desert.  Particularly when previously living in Oregon.  However, they did great and sweated through the Arizona summer heat like champions.  I think they’ve acclimated pretty well, because now we are all freezing our patooties off as it’s currently 39 degrees outside.

In July, we had the monsoon season to beat all other monsoon seasons.  Frankly, I’ve made a rather disturbing observation about our weather.  First, this past summer was one of the most humid in a LONG time.  All the local-yocals were talking about it (but not in front of the tourists… no, we buck-up and tell them that we’re used to this sort of heat and frown down upon them for complaining).  Then, we have this crazy monsoon storm that tore out roads, washed cars away, and created havoc all over town.  Now we’re having the coldest winter in a long time.  My only conclusion is that Mister’s family moved here from Oregon they brought some of the weather with them.  This crazy weather is all their fault.  And THAT is unacceptable.  I’ll have to have a chat with them to send it back.

People 'round these parts don't really make the best decisions  when a monsoon hits.  Obviously.

People ’round these parts don’t really make the best decisions when a monsoon hits. Obviously.

We had a lovely Thanksgiving with Mister’s family here in Havasu.  There’s nothing like spending the day with a loving family to help you appreciate all the blessings we are given.  Christmas was lovely as well.  We had a pre-Christmas celebration with the family here and then Mister and I spent Christmas eve and day together in Laughlin, NV (the kids were with their dad for the holiday). We have so much fun together, and this was no exception.  Plus, how can you go wrong playing three and  a half hours of slots on one twenty-dollar bill?!?! Tons of laughter, love and hugs; that’s what our life together is about!

Now it’s January and you may be wondering what prompted this rambling catch-up post.  I suppose it’s that I started to miss writing.  I am one of those people who learn something new and go gung-ho at it for a while.  Then, I see something else new to do and attack learning that with a vengeance.  The other “interest” tends to go by the wayside.  This blog was also  my therapy for a while.  I  had things built up inside my head and heart and I just needed to release it.  Once it was out, I had nothing more to say.  I felt lighter, and happier, and freer than I had for a long time once I had cleared out my head.

I started this blog to remind me to fully live my life.  To enjoy every moment with my husband, children, and his (now MY) family.  And, I found my groove…  I did my thang!  I am living my life!  And it is flippin’ WONDERFUL.  Seriously!  I think another reason I stopped blogging is because, honestly, how many posts could I write about how amazing life is being married to Mister before I drove you all nuts?!  I think we all know there would be A LOT of posts.  Because it really, really is amazing.

I remember a friend of mine asking me how another person (that we both know) could keep writing about her absolutely adoring and incredible  husband, and her super-fantastic life, incredible kids, and blah, blah, blah…  That made me hesitate about writing more things like that here. While I don’t want to sicken anyone with constant sugary tales of Mister mushiness, I realized that it doesn’t matter what other people think.  I don’t write about the salty-teared tales of the “discussions” between Mister and I, but they have happened.  Not every relationship is a rose-garden of beauty, and of course ours is no exception.  It takes hard work, and communication (reluctant tho I may be to “communicate”), and it’s not always clear or easy to make that happen.

I suppose I said all that to say that despite the “discussions” Mister and I have (or maybe because of them!), he and are are living a beautiful life together.  I am spoiled rotten, and I hope he feels the same.  We spend a lot of time in The Love Shack, mainly because now I’m learning to quilt.  Remember the jumping from learning one thing to the next I talked about up there ^? Yeah, basically it went from Crochet to Blogging to passing my Amateur Radio Operator test to Quilting.  I love sewing and spend a lot of time at my sewing machine.  I’ve made tons of crafty things lately, you can see them here if you would like.  My daughter even compleminsulted (yeah, that’s new word  I just made up) me by telling me they look like things I bought at the store.

Speaking of jumping from one hobby to the next, I’m taking a Motorcycle course the weekend of February 1st.  Hopefully I will be riding Mister’s Honda 750 Magna not long afterwards! Also just as hopefully there will be a fun blog post about it rather than a “you are NOT gonna believe what I did…” type of post.

Well, that’s the catch-up.  Not too much funny, not too much snark, and not too much mushy.  Just Christine living her life, and being ever so grateful for it!

So, tell me… How have YOU been? I’ve missed you! 

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Nickle-Holders or Crows Feet?

Mister & Missy

This is going to sound down-right bizarre to some of you, but I can honestly say that over the past year or so I have wished I could look older.  Yes, you read that right, OLDER.  As in, I wish I had some gray hairs or I wish I had more wrinkles.  Yes, seriously.  Many people have assumed that I am much younger than I really am.  Even by about 10 years.  I used to be very pleased by that, because I figured it would serve me [read: my vanity] better when I got older.  Interesting that now I want to be the opposite of too-young looking.

This is all for a really silly reason too:  I wish I could fit in better with Mister.  He’s going to probably going to roll his eyes at me when he reads that.  Don’t misunderstand, we fit great, Mister and I.  When I’m with him, I don’t see an age difference at all and neither does he.  He’s my Mister, and I’m his Missy.  He completes my sentences, and even speaks my thoughts before I utter them (sometimes to my great annoyance) and vice versa.  It’s just that sometimes I know people are a bit “surprised” by us.  I know we get ‘looks’ too.  Those used to bother me much more than they do now.  He’s fairly well oblivious to them, and I’ve started to be as well, but still… there’s something about “looking” like you belong where you are.  Mister is REALLY going to huff at me about that last comment too.

I know, I know, what other people think doesn’t matter.  However, when I walk into the Elks or the Eagles with him, I am more aware than usual of the looks.  Clearly, I know they’re coming from judgmental older broads who really need to get a life (and usually that’s always where the looks always come from, no matter where we are).  But still, I wish for strands of gray hair to mingle with the red.  I even went so far as to ask my hair stylist if she could streak some in.  Yes, I really did. And, no, she didn’t put them in.

Nickle-Holders... SCARY!!

However, I have noticed some more wrinkles lately.  At first my vanity got the better of me and protested at the all of the wrinkles around my eyes that seemingly cropped up overnight.  I mean, where the heck did they come from all at once?!  I used to have a line or two, but now it looks like a massive flock of birds left their little feetsie-prints around my eyes!  Then I noticed something else.  I could hardly see my nickle-holders.  That’s what Mister calls the two deep grooves that appear on my forehead when I frown.  Yeah, you can see those bad boys above ^^.  Nasty, aren’t they?  I used to frown, a lot.  The kids used to see that, a lot. Too much.

My lovely crows-feet

I realized today that I have traded my nickle-holders for some crows-feet.  They’re not too deep, yet, but they will be soon enough. And you know what?  I’m really GLAD about that.  My vanity can hit the road, because I know why those wrinkles I wanted are finally there.  It’s because I’m happy.  Mister makes my life happy.  I no longer have to carry the entire burden and stress that Life brings, and deal with it all by myself.  I have a partner who has taken half the burden, and we deal with everything together.  As a result, the kids no longer have an angry, frustrated and irritated mom.  I laugh more now.  I LIVE now.

I’ll take those crows feet over nickle-holders any day of the week! They’re mine and I know what every line means.  And I love that.

Enjoying my starting-to-get-wrinkles Dash

Christine

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