Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Of Volleyball


For those of you who haven't undergone my serious bragging about my husband's athleticism: Clint is an very, very skilled volleyball player. This is a point of immense pride for me. It fascinates me to watch him (and other good players... but mainly him), pass and set the ball with perfect precision and grace, and then... WHAM!!! slam it down on the other side with a hard spike and an maniacal jump supporting it. Thump, thump, goes my beating heart.
On Saturday we are headed out to Aspen with Gabe and his family for a volleyball tournament... according to Gabe, the largest in the country. But that's according to Gabe. I've been to only one of Clint's tournaments, and was honored to ooooo and aaahhhh all day long in the hot sun at some amazing plays. He played with his first or second (something like that) cousin...
These guys were supposedly the most lethal team. But... somehow, they were left in confusion by my man and his cousin. They threw them through a loop of despair and bewilderment.
Right over ya... buddy...
Look at that air! that's my husband y'all!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Gettin' there...

Five months pregnant. I'm halfway there. I suppose since we waited over two months to tell everyone that it seems like I'm barely along. Junior likes to do somersaults at about eleven o'clock every night... he (or she) is an illusive little thing... kicking, getting me excited, grabbing Clint's hand and putting it on my stomach, and we both wait ever so patiently for another little kick... never comes, we go back to whatever we were doing, he kicks again, I grab the big man hand... we wait... never comes... until finally my baby's daddy gets to feel the little jabs for himself about a week ago. It's so much fun when your baby is showing signs of life apart from expanding your waistline. So far I don't feel like being pregnant has slowed me down much, besides my inability to eat unhealthy food without it coming back up. I suppose that is something to be thankful for... besides making a healthy baby, and keeping my weight in control, avoiding getting sick is a great incentive to eat pure, whole food.
I'm due to go play some volleyball with two sets of in-laws, so without further ado... here is your belly shot of the month. Pardon the disheveled bedroom in the background.

Monday, August 8, 2011

I am beyond thankful for...

A man that makes me proud.
A man that motivates me to go beyond my comfort zone... and tells me it makes him proud.
A man that has the perfect balance of treating me like a lady and a buddy at the same time.
A man that is manly enough to tell me how he feels.
A man that is compassionate towards other's faults and offenses when I am (extremely) not.
A man that can't resist the good ol' pouty lip...
A man that holds such a high standard for himself that he does not admit when he has just performed an impressive athletic feat.
A man that doesn't like makeup.
A man with a righteous jealously over his woman.
A man with a big chunk of boy still left in his heart.
A man who always asks me my opinion, even when I don't expect it.
A man who actually likes sushi!!! (even after we were married, mind you)
A man who says..."someday I'm going to buy you a..." (insert expensive car)
A man who never gets upset when I forget my bank password, social security number (at a crucial moment), where third gear is, etc.......


I know I'm probably all making you sick with my starry-eyed constant jabber about my perfect man, lover, friend... husband. But... I don't really care...

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Adventures in being the wife of a Builder Guy

Builder Guys.
They work.
They work hard.
They get hot when they work hard in the hot sun.
The feminine race... we appreciate this aspect of their careers.
It's hot.


There are perks to being the wife of a Builder Guy. First of all, he can do anything. Second of all, I find that highly attractive. Change that to my first of all.
The AC unit doesn't work? Just go bat your eyelashes at your own personal BG, wipe your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand (look extremely weak and feminine), say it is very hot in here but you are thankful to have iced water, and he is right on the job. Fifteen minutes and a messy living room later, the AC is fixed, and you give him a big smooch. He likes this. He'll do anything for you now.
Have a pet peeve about money, change, keys, sunglasses, wallets, and pocket knives being left on your once spotless counter? Never complain. This is a major turn off to BG's who don't deserve to be over-used. Just continue saying you cannot find a good spot for this stuff (make sure it's not just his stuff...), and he says, Baby, he'll be right back. Right back takes a half and hour but right back also brings a beautiful little shelf with a love note carved on it from him to you to be nailed onto the wall and carry all the junk. Oh my... that was a doozy of the perks of a BG.
Being a mate to a Builder Guy also has it's challenges. First of all, if you've never been on a job site beyond a computer and a stocks list (like me), the job site can be very intimidating. But, if you love your Man, nothing will stop you from going with him to work when you can. First time, you are useless, if not a liability. We won't get into the details. Too embarrassing.
Second time, you try your very best, and your loving BG appreciates this, and also think you're an awfully cute dumb little blonde city girl... a smooch comes your way.
Next few times you do better... you learn to anticipate what he needs before he needs it. He is SO impressed.
Eventually you become an asset, being a steady little worker who knows what he expects and doesn't expect from you, and he starts to become so impressed that he brags. This ladies... this is the crowning glory of being the wife of a Builder Guy.
Sometimes though, builder guys leave ladders and huge 8 foot pieces of counter tops extending out of the bed of their BG's big bad truck. And sometimes... little blonde city girls don't notice this when they go flying down the road in the big bad truck. But just before the package goes flying off the back and thus ruining your building career, the little blonde wife looks in her mirror and lo and behold... sees it. As she isn't an expert with ratchetstraps (however you spell that), she leaves the counter top/ladder at a friendly neighbors house, picks it up on the way home, and doesn't tell the hubby until he gets home later, so as not to worry him.
Then, the BG leave a huge cedar post on the back of the truck. Having learned your lesson, you test to see how secure it is before you put the petal to the metal. Tight enough. Then, you get 2 miles down the road and notice that the big cedar post has shifted a great deal. So, you drive all the way home and get rid of the unwanted cargo so you don't have to drive slow the rest of the day.
Your big Builder Guy has a big truck with a big engine and a big exhaust that makes vicious rumbling sounds that are fun to make louder and goes extremely fast... this is another crowning glory that I've mentioned before.
I am truly amazed at what my Builder Guy can build. And when he comes home from a long, hot, sweaty job, he knows he'll always have a dumb blonde city girl wife to greet him who truly appreciates the fruit of his labor. Sigh...

Thursday, July 14, 2011

I loved my wedding gown... out of all the trivial details of our wedding, my dress was top priority for me.. I found it for an excellent price and completely reconstructed the top portion... when I had it on, I didn't feel like a princess, like everyone says you should as you walk down the aisle... I felt young and carefree... when I first put it on, I thought, that looks like Clint's bride... as silly as it sounded, it looked like a fairy dress to me... it fit perfectly and I am sad to have only worn it once. It's now hanging in the baby's room, waiting to be put on again someday... someday when my belly will fit in to it again...

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Of Bellies and Hardworking Husbands.


Alas, the promised belly shot.
It's barely there, but behold, it is coming quickly. I just hit my third month and I am starting to become unable to suck this thing in. At least, I comfort myself, it's a hard pooch. When I lay down, it's not longer ribs and a downward slope that I see. No, it is a small pot belly bursting forth. I am looking forward to another month of pregnancy so that I can actually look pregnant, instead of looking like I had too many marshmallows on the fourth.
A few days ago, my Man hopped on the little tractor and mowed a few of our acreage surrounding our house as I cooked a dinner in the humid kitchen that he devoured viciously later. There's nothing like looking out the window on a warm summer evening to see the man you love sitting shirtless, his back bronzed from hard work, looking very cut and chiseled, on the tractor expertly mowing a field. Talk about attractive. Don't mind if I gush for a moment. I swooned for a little while going back and forth between the stove and the window, before I realized that I ought to do something about this. So, I snuck down the stairs with my lonely camera, snuck around the side of the house, and snuck a picture... or two... in. It was all pretty sneaky. Problem was, I couldn't get a front shot without him seeing me....
... and of course in all his modesty he acted like he didn't like to see his little wife drooling over him...
...yeah right...
... so he made this face at me for two seconds...

... before telling me, hop on, baby.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Life... love... what else?

A good friend of mine recently asked me if marriage was "everything I thought it'd be". Of course I said "Oh yeah way better!", but in my mind, I was really thinking... GIRL YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW AWESOME MARRIAGE IS!!!
When you're married to your best buddy marriage is more than being in love and living under the headship, protection, and adoration of that one you love. You have a best friend/lover combined... a MAN that you adore and think the world of, as well as your funnest playmate... THE man you love with every last bit of yourself, as well as your mischief maker in cahoots, the one you TP houses with, the one laugh the loudest with, the one who knows you completely as you are, nothing else, 100% YOU.
When you get married, you come as is. When somebody loves you unconditionally when you are your raw, imperfect self, it is the most heavenly, most untouchable beauty in the world. It is perfect.
So yeah, marriage is everything I thought it'd be and more. It's FUN. REALLY fun. It's like living with the most fun and exciting and closest friend you have... and being madly in love with him at the same time. I do not have sufficient words to describe the awesomeness of life with the man you love.

...and having his baby...

Yup, you read that right.


We're having a baby.

And we are happy. Very, very happy.










So much thanks to Laura for taking these! You did an awesome job, and it was so much fun.
(www.lauranewmanphotography.blogspot.com)