Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Dear Husband,

Remember that one time I almost died?
You know...last weekend when I was so sick I thought I'd never walk again?
That time I had a 103.5 fever.
That time you kept putting ice cold cloths on my head to get that high temp down.
That time you got me apple juice every time I asked for it.
That time you got up at 3am to get a hot bath ready because I was shaking so bad.
That time you stayed home from a squirrel hunting trip just so you could keep an eye on me.
That time you brought your heater up from the basement and put it in the bedroom next to the bed because I was so cold.
That time you brought me water at 2am when I was throwing up...and then told me that I made the bathroom stink :)
That time you picked up the slack with all the housework because I literally couldn't get off the couch.
That time you made a special trip to get slow churned ice cream because it was the only thing that sounded good.
That time you kissed my forehead to make me feel better.
That time you took this picture...that I seriously regret putting on the internet for everyone to see.

That time you brought me extra blankets when I was cold, and didn't even complain when I threw them on the floor two minutes later when I was sweating.
That time when you were an amazing husband who showed me how much you love sickness and in health.
Yeah, you remember that?
Me too.
And thank you :)

Sunday, January 15, 2012


I typically do the grocery shopping.
By myself.
And I think I'm fairly efficient. I get what we need/what I want for a reasonable amount.
I can count on one hand the number of times Ty has accompanied me.
This is normally because of 2 reasons:
1. We argue about the kinds of food to get. I want junk food, he doesn't.
I like brand-names. He doesn't.
2. He is a boy and doesn't know HOW to grocery shop.
But today, I had to take my car to Wal-Mart to get a tire looked at after church, so Hubs joined me for the grocery shopping while we waited.

The following events happened while shopping with my husband:
1. We purchased the largest jar of pickles known to one needs THAT many pickles.
2. He rode on the cart like a little boy.
3. He got distracted by meat and made us skip 4 AISLES that we had to turn around and go back to. (I like to go up and down each order.)
4. While I was trying to find something in one of the aisles, my darling husband proceeded to yell my name as loudly as he possibly could to get my attention.
5. He wanted to pick out the eggs. He was more concerned about checking the sell-by date on the carton, than actually looking at the eggs inside. When I made him check the eggs that he'd already put in the cart, he opened it up...only to find that about 4 of the eggs inside were cracked. DUH.
6. When we went to pay, the total was ALMOST TWICE what I typically pay when I go by myself....

Which is why I think I'll go back to shopping by myself from now on. All that, and it turns out there was nothing even wrong with my tire...go figure :)

Friday, January 13, 2012

Dear Husband,

I'm feeling a little guilty right now.
I'm sitting here on the couch, snuggled up inside our warm house, watching you shovel our driveway.
Its getting dark, and you've been out there awhile.
I can tell that the snow is heavy.
I've seen you kick the shovel a few times.
I think I might have seen you swearing at the snow.
And I'm in the house.

Now I feel even MORE guilty, because I don't feel QUITE guilty enough to get off my butt and go outside to help.
But I do want you to know that I appreciate that you're shoveling the driveway in the -130 degree temps.
I appreciate the fact that you always let me park in the garage, so I don't have to clean my car off, and you park outside, and have to deal with scraping every time it snows.
I appreciate that you got up early this morning after the snow storm last night to make sure all the fluid levels in my car were good before I left for work.
I appreciate the fact that you wanted me to text you when I got to work so you would know I was safe.

I love you. And I think you're pretty awesome.
I think I'll go make you a hot cup of coffee now for when you come in.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

sick again?

I feel like I've been sick since August.
Being a first year teacher definitely has a major downfall: sickness.
Your immune system isn't quite up to snuff yet, with all those gross, germy, snot-nosed precious children that breathe on you all day.
So I basically get sick every few weeks. And its getting old.

I've been sick for a few days now, so really at this point, all that's left is a stuffy nose and exhaustion.
But Ty HATES my stuffy nose.
He HATES when I sniff it all up (because it clearly won't come out the other way when I blow it.)
He HATES listening to me try to blow my nose, only to sound like some kind of strange instrument.
When he's sick, he uses a neti pot. Cue hallelujah music. (Oh brother.)

If you don't know what a neti pot is, its basically a teapot. You shove the spout in one nostril and pour hot water in it, and IT COMES OUT THE OTHER NOSTRIL! Ugh! Seriously! I am thouroughly grossed out by this.

(I'm totally sure the girl in this picture appreciates that she came up in my google search, and now appears very unattractively in my blog.)

And Ty wants me to do this! Yeah right!
He says I need to do it because I'll feel better and stuff.
But ya know what? I'm okay...I would honestly rather suffer through not being able to breathe than shove a tea pot up my snotty nostril, thank you very much.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

does that annoy you?

I teach kindergarten.
As I've mentioned before, I unintentionally pick up some of their bad habits.
Lately, my students have been making the most bizarre noises while they're working.
It'll be quiet one minute, and the next, I can hear a symphony of crazy noises that don't even sound like they can come from human beings.
The bad thing is, I typically can't figure out who it is, because they've mastered the art of making these noises with their dang mouths closed.


A little bit ago, I was on Pinterest (my obsession). Not quite Unconsciously, I began making noises.
Not QUITE as annoying as the kinders, but probably pretty close.
Apparently, this can definitely mess up a man who is trudging through his second season on Madden 2012.
He was annoyed.
Probably just as annoyed as I am at the kids when I hear them doing it.
I suppose the difference is that I'm 19 years older than them.

But I  went ahead and stooped to a 5 year old level anyway.
The more annoyed he seemed to get, the more noise I made.
Hee Hee!

Then, when I couldn't think of anything to blog about, he suggested in an annoyed tone that maybe I should write about being annoying.
So I did.
Hope you enjoyed :)

Friday, January 6, 2012

fancy feast.

It was a special night for the pets at our house tonight.
Normally, Abby and Bubba eat plain old dry food. Blah.
And Abby is allergic to almost everything, so the poor thing has to eat the most bland, organic soy stuff known to man.  Double Blah.

But when Ty was picking up more dog food the other night, he noticed that Abby's all natural brand made a canned food too. So he bought a can for her, and a soft cat food for Bubba.

This was an extremely rare treat in our house, so I decided to document the process.

First there was the anticipation as the food was put in a dish.

Then there was the meal.

Pay no attention to the nasty water-like substance at the bottom of the dish. Bubba didn't mind. Also, pay no attention to the dirty floor. Apparently taking pictures of the kitchen floor makes you realize you need to mop.
This is the only picture of Bubba throughout the process. He's such a slow and polite was pretty boring. This is what he looked like the whole time until he decided he was finished for now and walked away to flop on the floor and relax after such a strenuous meal.

Then there was the frustration as Abby managed to get her bowl into an uncomforatble space.

But she persevered.

Finally there was, of course, the 15 minute licking-of-the-mouth that always follows these events. What I couldn't capture in a picture for you was the dinosaur-like belch that came out of her tiny body the instant she was finished. I'm sure you're sorry to miss that one.

Now they are both napping peacefully with their full bellies.
And I just wrote a whole post about canned pet food.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

relax a little.

This is Ty's xbox spot.
He spends a lot of time in this spot.
Not comfy in the chair right behind him, of curled up under a blanket while he plays.
But sitting right on the edge of the ottoman.
This must be cause for discomfort after HOURS of playtime.
But any time I say, "Hey, why don't you sit back and relax a little?" I get a dirty look.
Like, "How could I possibly sit with my back against a chair when I'm trying to slay dragons?"

Maybe its a boy thing.
Whatever. To each his own.

Oh, I apologize for not getting a better photo (i.e. one with his mouth hanging wide open like it usually is when he plays.) But I was trying to be sly and take this when he wouldn't notice.)

Wednesday, January 4, 2012


It was hamburger night in the Miller household tonight.
After I took doggy to the vet, I came home, and Ty wanted to start our burgers.
In keeping with my New Year's Resolution of eating healthier (yeah right.), I said, "Wait, I wanted to throw some fries in the oven, and they take longer. So wait a little bit."
So I stuck the fries in the oven.

After awhile, Ty started the burgers, and when they were finished, I opened the oven to check on my beloved fries, afraid they'd be burnt after being in there so long.
"Wait." I said. "Why do they still have frost on them?"

Guess who never turned the oven on?
So we had fries for dessert.
What? You've never done that before?

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

snow day.

I know I posted yesterday about how some more time off school would be nice.
But I ended up doing a lot of work, and ended up getting back in the swing of things, and was really ready to get back.
It snowed a bunch the last couple days, so I got up extra early to give myself some extra time on the roads.
I got up, showered, dressed, did hair and makeup, packed my lunch, and busted out the snow boots.
I was on my way out the door, when a coworker gave me the heads up:
Snow day. No school today.
WHAT? Aren't we supposed to get a call BEFORE we get out of bed?
GRRR...(not that I'm complaining.)

So now I have one more day of Christmas Break. And how will I spend it you ask?
I believe these guys pretty much sum it up:

Oh, ok.
Maybe I'll do a little extra work to get ahead, too.

Monday, January 2, 2012

the last day of break.

Well, here it is.
My last day of Christmas break.
Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my job...and have been seriously missing my kinders.
But, I'm not gonna lie, it'd be nice to have one two more weeks.
And how will I be spending my last day, you ask?
Laundry. Lesson plans. Blogging.
Nothing super fun or exciting. Just a quiet day at home, before the quiet ends for me until the weekend. 

Yesterday was fun though. We had our Christmas with Ty's family. We went over after church and hung out until after midnight opening presents, eating, playing dirty bingo, eating, playing games, taking family phots and eating some more. Here are some of the highlights.

Nephew was eager to open presents as soon as Ty and I walked in the door!

Family Photo: Ty, Me, Mother-in-Law, Nephew, Father-in-Law, Grandma-in-Law, Sister-in-Law, Brother-in-Law.

Ty and I with our favorite little buddy :)

The joke of the night was "tebowing." The boys thought they had to "tebow" after every correct answer in a game we played. It got slightly incredibly ridiculous. They even got Nephew doing it!

Little man got some "Angry Birds" time on my new Kindle. I showed him a couple things, but to be completely honest, the kid is WAY better than I'll ever be at the game. He's 5...he's hardly ever played before. Oh well.

Anyway, it was a good end to our Christmas celebrations.
And to my break.
 Now, the countdown to summer vacation begins :)

hockey pucks and funny hats

To celebrate New Year's Eve, we went with Ty's family to enjoy a hockey game about 2 hours away. Ty loves hockey and used to go to games a lot when he was younger, but this was my first time, so I didn't really know what to expect. It was pretty fun!

We even got to a penguin, cow, tomato, and eagle make a pyramid on the ice...not something you get to see every day!

My nephew, Caleb also chose to wear a super-awesome hat for the festivities. (On the way to the game, I asked Ty if 24 was too old to wear animal hats. He said no, and I felt a little better. Upon arriving at the game, and seeing my 5 YEAR OLD NEPHEW wearing a similar hat, I determined that yes, I am too old for the hat...but that doesn't mean I'll stop wearing it :)  )

Ty enjoyed a nice beverage (water, because he's had some tummy troubles lately.)

Caleb was totally captivated by the hockey game...and probably said about 15 words the whole game. Most of those words were used to make fun of me because I can't whistle. "Lisa, you're the first people I EVER met that can't whistle!" Whatev. I embrace it.

Since we were a couple hours from home, we didn't make it home in time to see the ball drop. We were about 10 minutes from home as I watched the clock on Ty's phone tick over to midnight. But guess what? He still leaned over while he was driving to give me a kiss. Love him :)