Monthly Archives: July 2009

Letting go

Hi. I have a confession to make.

I’m a wee bit of a control freak.

But just a little.

When Jon and I decided to move me out here, I had panic attacks over the prospect of  not finding a job immediately and him supporting me. When we started discussing marriage, the idea of combining finances and accounts freaked me out. I had my system, my spreadsheets. I didn’t have to “ask permission” to spend money or justify purchases.  Then it finally sank in – Jon doesn’t expect me to ask permission or justify anything. He simply expects communication, which really is quite a reasonable expectation, don’t you think?

As we’ve merged accounts, he has started taking on the bill paying responsibilities. The only one thing I still handle is the credit card debt I brought into this union. This week I emailed him those balances with the message “Tell me how much to pay and what the grocery budget is”.  And it was with a sense of relief. I don’t have to think about this stuff anymore. I don’t have to worry about what gets paid when. I’m not going to start spending indiscretely because “Wheeeee Jon will take care of it!!”  He WILL but I’m still very aware of our means and living within them. I’m still very conscious of the bills. The difference is that now I don’t feel crippled by the burden of those expenses.  Part of me feels guilty that Jon has taken on that burden, that now he’s the one crunching numbers and carrying our little family. But a larger part recognizes that we’re a team and even while I relinquish the primary responsibility to him, my job now is to make that as easy as possible for him.  And I’ll do that – gratefully – because honestly, this whole letting go thing isn’t so bad.


Wordless Wednesday: Unsupervised Haircut

I mention TheKid needs a haircut, leave for a meeting and my husband & him conspire to do this…

It actually doesn't look half bad on him...

It actually doesn't look half bad on him...


Chores

Jon and I have a pretty good system worked out for chores. If it involves the lawn, electronics or anything that requires a tool it’s automatically his responsibility. I do most of the cooking (and I ENJOY cooking) and I do most of the housecleaning because I’m home more. (And by “do most of the housecleaning” I mean I delegate to one of the kids. Building character and all that jazz, right?)  The day to day stuff – laundry and dishes - we often split.

This past weekend Jon peeked at the huge load of laundry waiting to put away, compared that to the few dishes sitting on the counter and oh so graciously offered to take care of the dishes while I did the laundry.  He was so cute and animated that I couldn’t help but laugh. Besides, I REALLY hate doing dishes. However – Monday I had been cooking quite a bit and there were a substantial amount of dishes – some of which were greasy – sitting in the sink. So I casually asked “You do dishes and I’ll do laundry?”  He enthusiastically agreed.

I just forgot to mention there was only about half a load of laundry.


A glimpse into my world…

I’ve not posted many pictures of the boys because they avoid cameras like Superman avoids kryptonite. For example, today was a wonderful relaxing day at home with them. LilBit was happily drawing while the older two were outside skateboarding. I took a moment to document the sweet creativity

creative LilBit

And this was the resulting expression

"I do not LIKE pikters..."

"I do not LIKE pikters..."

(sigh) At least he’s cute even when he’s ticked.


Friends

It’s amazing how a simple comment can make you realize just how truly special a friend is; how one minor statement can suddenly make you grateful for the fabulous people in your life.  Not everyone is going to get along or like each other. That’s the nature of different personalities, experiences and just human nature in general. Unfortunatly that divergence of personalities sometimes festers until venom is spewed. It’s important to remember that’s rarely a result of that disconnect but a symptom of a personal issue within the source.  Still – when that level of posion is aimed in your general direction twice within a week, it’s reassuring to be able to reach out to the connections around you.  The comfort doesn’t come from being personally bolstered but a simple recognition that there is an abudance of light and happiness and yes, even sanity, that flows from remarkable people. I am surrounded by a network of friends who are mind-blowingly incredible and sometimes that just needs to be recognized. 

But sometimes, one truly reaches out and touches you – and to her today I say thank you. I loved you before for who you’ve been to mutual loved ones and the awesome core person I saw. I love you even more today for who you are to me.


Hypocritical hypotheticals

The love of motorcycles seems to run in my family. My dad loves them, my sisters and I all love them and our kids have shown their appreciation at young ages. So of course I married a man who shares that love. He’s owned a couple of  bikes. Alot of his friends ride. And he’s survived a couple of wrecks – only 1 since I’ve known him and that one wasn’t bad as far as wrecks go. But it left him with a messed up shoulder and massive bruising. I know he’s a cautious and responsible rider. It’s just, well, accidents happen.

Last summer there was at least one local fatality involving a motorcyclist and a car. I looked at pictures afterwards…it’s not really difficult to figure out who the fatality was and who walked away. The car crossed the center line and hit the bike head on. I don’t know if the rider was wearing a helmet or being aware & cautious. It really doesn’t matter.  He didn’t stand a chance no matter how “safe” and responsible he was.

Wednesday morning on the way to work, I passed an accident that had apparently just occurred. It didn’t look bad at first glance. There were cars stopped but I didn’t see any damage – until I saw the crowd of people hovering around a figure on the ground. A figure laying behind his motorcycle. (I assume he was the rider anyway) I don’t know what happened or how bad it was. It LOOKED like he was conscious and moving a bit but I was headed the opposite direction and only glanced for a moment. I had seen enough to make me cringe. I’ve seen the results of a minor accident. I don’t WANT to see the results of a major one – or even another minor one.

Regardless of the dangers, I still want to ride. The idea of wrecking doesn’t scare me. I know the odds are high that SOMETHING will happen at least once. It’s kinda like skydivers saying “It’s not a matter of if you get hurt it’s a matter of when.” I oddly don’t have a problem accepting that at all. (I planned to pick up skydiving when the kid turned 18 but Jon has vehemently argued against that little plan) No – my stomach clenches when I see/hear of these incidents because if I ride, then that means Jon will too. And I can’ t stand the idea of HIM being the one laying on the road in the middle of traffic. I can handle being in pain myself  but to see HIM being injured…I don’t know how well I’d deal with that.  Oh I know it’s hypocritical. And since we don’t have bikes, it’s really not an issue for quite awhile. We have other priorities before we start on the expensive toys wish list. But still – it’ll be something to consider.


Wordless Wednesday – Stars and Stripes

Decided to jump back into Wordless Wednesday this week.

Small Town USA

Stars and Stripes


GPS Improvements

While navigating Idaho backroads this weekend, Jon brought up an interesting point: “You know how men have been complaining for generations about their wives/girlfriends/etc backseat driving…and then we go and start using an electronic device that tells us exactly where to go – in a female voice.”  He’s close, but there’s so much MORE that could be done. The GPS needs more emotion. For example – we took several routes that were not originally suggested by Delly. (Our friend (who kept TheKid) calls her GPS unit Betty. Ours is a Delphi and I tried to refer to it as “Delly” but Jon wasn’t amused.  But this is my blog so Delly it is.) She repeatedly instructed us to turn around in her calm collected voice. Some frustration would be nice. “Did you NOT hear me? Take the next left. Just ahead. NOW. Okay, next one then…NOW. (sigh) It’s okay, there’s another left coming up. Please turn left…NOW. (huff) Fine. We’ll try it YOUR way for awhile. Recalculating route…”  We also took a few back roads…if you could call them that. They were more like poorly paved mountain bike trails. There wasn’t even a full two lanes, no guard rails and a death drop over the outside edge. Delly found the roads but warning would’ve been nice. “Do you REALLY want to go that way? Seriously?  Good luck, you fools.”  There’s all sorts of options out there that could seriously increase the entertainment value of these little gadgets.  Jon even suggested Delly should play  The Map Song from Dora the Explorer while booting up.


By the numbers

Miles driven – approximately 850

Wonderful new friends – 6

Nights without TheKid – 2

Puppies to spoil – 1 precious new Brittney Spaniel

Pictures taken – approximately 250

Amount of junk food ingested – about 30 pounds worth

Seriously – we had fun. I was glad Jon got to reconnect with his friends and happy to finally meet these people I’ve heard so much about. We cuddled the puppy, played with the kids and introduced one of the wives to the fun of setting off fireworks and 4th of July celebrations in general. (She’s Canadian and had not spent a 4th in the US before. It was rather fun to see through her eyes a bit.) We laughed alot, took alot of pictures. And ate. Alot. Then we picked TheKid up from his “Aunt D” where they told us of their weekend adventures and fun and he passed out about 5 miles down the road with a sigh of contentment. All in all I’d call the weekend a success. Now it’s time to detox from the junk and sort through photos (coming soon).  I hope you guys had a fantastic holiday.


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