TSH--The Husband's New Name

So, my uncle Gary was harrassing me (in a nice, uncley sort o' way) about calling the husband "the husband," and suggested, instead, that I call him "The Husband." (Do you see the difference. Yes, it's a subtle one.) So, I was going to do that until I came up with a new nickname for The Husband. Introducting...

Tasty Soldier Husband (a.k.a. TSH).

If any of you watch Scrubs (yes, it's one of my guilty pleasures), you already know all about TCW. And if you don't, well, don't worry about it; not knowing what it means certainly won't affect your eternal salvation. But it did give me the idea for TSH.

I wanted to take a picture of TSH in his dress uniform today, but he took it off before I had a chance because a button had come off and now he'll have to replace it. I hope I can get a pic before he leaves on Friday.

I've been hit!

Okay, I've actually been "tagged" by Megan, but close enough, yes?





7 fun/weird things about me:



1. I am always in the middle of reading 2, 3, 4 or more books at a time. And yes, I can keep track of the stories and/or facts.



2. I often have the urge to correct signage at stores when I see grammar/spelling errors. I haven't done it yet, but one of these days I'll become so incensed with the wrong use of "there, their, or they're" and I'll do it, I swear I will!



3. My musical tastes are quite varied. Barry Manilow, Depeche Mode, Erik Satie, or even "Fish Heads", it's all good to me.



4. On a test of Multiple Intelligences, my Language score and my Musical score are exactly the same. The same goes for my Interpersonal and Intrapersonal scores. My lowest score is Logic/Math (hmm, not very surprising).



5. I had a dream last night that I found the perfect vintage hat to add to my headress for the Ya-Ya Sisterhood night at Thanksgiving Point next week. Too bad I don't believe in prophetic dreams. *sigh* (Not that I don't believe that there are people who have prophetic dreams, because I do. I just don't think that I'm one of them. My psychic powers must lie elsewhere. Perhaps my power is to sense when things go on Clearance at Michaels.)



6. I have a huge cardboard cutout of Orlando Bloom as Legolas in my classroom. Oh, and I have a little wall "shrine" of Twilight doo-dads. Random students will walk by my room and see the Twilight stuff and then ooh and ahh.



7. I'm an English teacher...on purpose. Yeah, that was actually my plan all along. I think that's probably the weirdest thing of all.



And I'm going to be like Bonnie (I guess I'm a bit of a follower) and not tag anyone else. Everyone I know has been tagged anyway, I think.

A Puddle Person

So, you may, or may not, have heard that the Wonderful Husband is coming home on Saturday for about 12 days. And I'm excited, but I'm also nervous. I just wonder what we'll be like now. We've both changed and probably for the better. I'm kind of getting used to being alone and making sure that everything is done the way I want. I'm not so reliant on him for emotional support and I'm definately not as moody as I used to be (which I don't think has much to do with him being gone and more to do with the fact that I haven't been on the Pill for over a year). And he's learned that he can accomplish something huge and he's had to be a whole lot cleaner than he used to be.

So, I wonder, "Will we both be so different that we won't know how to act around each other?" Is the whole thing with him being home going to be awkward? Or, even worse, are we going to fall back into our old patterns of him watching sports and me getting mad about stupid stuff?

And then there is the other thing that I'm concerned about. Again, I've gotten used to him being gone, but, after 12 days, will I be used to him being here? And when he leaves again, will I become a puddle person? You know, will I melt into a puddle of tears and not be able to pull myself out again? Will I have to start finding happiness by myself all over again?

The husband goes back on the 24th. I guess I'll let you know by the 25th...if I can pull myself out of the puddle.

Free "Vote!" Poster

I don't know how I found out about this, but I received an email today saying that this free poster that I wanted was in stock. I thought you might like one too! Even shipping is free. I'm going to put mine in my classroom to remind students who are 18 that they need to vote. Enjoy!

I am the only me!

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There are 1 or fewer people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

I am Yellow!

You Are a Yellow Crayon

Your world is colored with happy, warm, fun colors. You have a thoughtful and wise way about you. Some people might even consider you a genius. Charming and eloquent, you are able to get people to do things your way. While you seem spontaneous and free wheeling, you are calculating to the extreme. Your color wheel opposite is purple. You both are charismatic leaders, but purple people act like you have no depth.

What Color Crayon Are You?

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To the Real Me...

I know you're there. Every once in a while, you slip out, and while you're out, I laugh and have fun and do silly, crazy things.

You're the brave one who signed up for Artfest, even though you knew you'd be going by yourself.

You're the one who dreams of high heels and skinny dresses.

You're the one who asks others for favors, even though you know how much I hate asking for help.

And yet, too often, I squish you. If I had allowed it, you would have forced me to go to my mission reunion.

I also would have been a famous author and I would be touring the world right now.

But, more likely, I would have been a starving author. So now I'm a poor teacher. And my family is eating.

Oh, and if it had been up to you, I probably would have waited for "my prince" to come and sweep me off my feet. You know, the kind of love that you read about in books and see in movies, but that isn't real.

And I probably wouldn't be married to the husband/best friend now and I wouldn't have 3 handsome boys.

So, to the real me, I hope we can come to a compromise: I'll let you loose whenever it seems appropriate and I'll let you push me to do things that I want to do but don't have the strength to do on my own. And you'll let me be a responsible adult and you'll let me be happy for the good things I have in my life and you won't pine away for what might have been.