GROWING UP

The company I work for has a seasoned veteran employee who is retiring and her last day is today. In lieu of going out to eat as a group for her celebration the management decided to throw a potluck lunch today for the company to all celebrate her departing. The management provides all the brisket, sausage, BBQ sauce, and drinks. The employees were given the option to bring whatever side dishes if we wanted to contribute to the lunch. Now typically, I have always just partaked but never brought anything before in the past. Well, this time i decided to make Green bean Casserole to contribute. Yum Yum. I fixed a large 13x9 dish of it and added a bit of Cayenne pepper and Ritz crackers to the mix as well as the french onion crispies. Delicious. I wrapped the dish up in aluminum foil, and towels to transport it to work. On the way it dawned on me! I'm officially married and grown up...I'm contributing to Potlucks now! Hahaha. Is it me or is that just something that comes with age.?

Getting good sleep when married!

When I first started dating Preston and eventually started staying over at his house, I never noticed his snoring. Maybe it's because I was always way to exhausted from our post bedtime romp and slept like a log or maybe it's because he didn't snore. That all changed when we moved to Hilton Head. Moving states meant new plants with new pollen and a laundry list of new allergies to get used to.

At first it was gradual. He would snore one night and it would wake me up. I'd lay there waiting for him to stop and most of the time it did. Then it started getting louder and more frequent. Then laying there next to him waiting for it to stop quickly turned into feeling exhausted and drained the next morning. In all those sleepless nights, I noticed he snored the worst when he was lying on his back. From that moment on, when he would wake me up in a snoring fit, I would kick him to wake him up and ask him to roll over on his side. That worked for awhile, and then Preston started getting upset about his snoring and all of sudden it became a touchy subject. I had to think...what can I do?

1) Relocate to another room....most of the time when he'd wake me up, I'd quietly grab a pillow and a blanket and go out into the living room and pass out on the couch. He'd wake up alone in the night and wonder where I was, fall back asleep, and then when it came time for him to leave at five thirty in the morning, I'd get back up and go into the bed to sleep.

"how this worked"
It didn't! I eventually got tired of waking up and changing rooms twice during one evening. Had to find another idea.

2) The sound spa!
In theory this was a good idea. It worked for a while, but then the noises started to sound fake, and it just didn't last.

3) The pillow method!
I started to put a pillow on my head and roll over on my side to not hear really well. this worked for a while, until I got tired of feeling suffocated from the pillow!

4)Ear Plugs!
These handy little gadgets saved my marriage. I squeeze two of these in my ears at night and I'm out! I can't hear anything. the upside is that I sleep like a rock, the downside is that If an intruder ever entered my home...I'd never hear it in time to call for help! For the sake of a good nights rest...i think I'll continue to take my chances!

Chicken of the Sea moment..

As most of you are well aware by now, my husband's best friend Scott has been staying with us for the last month or so. Anyway, I started buying bottled water and keeping it in the bottom of the fridge since we all drink water religiously. I quickly noticed a problem about a week into our water fiasco. Scott and I were both opening up a container of water and drinking half and then putting it back in the fridge only to later come back and not remember who's was who's. No cootie swapping for me I decided that I would be smart and write my name on the cap of the water bottle to distinguish a difference. Looking in the drawer where we used to keep our black Sharpie I realized I had used it last in the guest bedroom at the computer desk. I walked into the guest bedroom with my bottle of water in hand and saw Scott sitting at the computer working. I noticed the Sharpie to his left and didn;t want to reach across him, so I asked him to pass me the black sharpie. Scott passed it and I proceeded to set the water bottle on the desk and Sharpie my initial "S" on the cap of the bottle in front of him so he knew what "S" meant should he go to the fridge and notice some water bottle stragglers. I put the cap of the sharpie back on and smiled at Scott for a moment of defeat and brilliance. He then looked at the cap, then at me, and back at the cap with the large "S" sharpied on in, and looking quite perplexed he said, "SCOTT?" hahaha...I started laughing instantly. I forgot that his name started with an "S" as well as mine. Whoops, I felt like an idiot. I then took back the Sharpie and wrote a smaller "D" on it and went about my business. Total Blonde Moment!