As promised, here is my blog about the Epic Date this past weekend.
I woke up around 11AM on Saturday morning (thank goodness. I needed to sleep in!). We got moving around noon, and decided to grab some lunch at Rosewood and get the car washed.
All the while, Hubby has been smirking and hinting and teasing about what we're going to be doing.
We headed to Savers to see if we couldn't find him a fedora for his tux, which we couldn't, but he spotted some knee high black boots for me that I've been looking for. I got them for $8, absolutely love them, especially after seeing they were NineWest in practically perfect condition. Score.
After that, we headed to campus to borrow one off of a good friend (the fedora, that is), and by this time it was time to pick up my friend for the Epic Date.
We headed back to our condo, changed, and were on the road in about twenty minutes.
Now. Hubby had printed up everything he was going to need for the date, sealed it in an envelope, and had given it to me to hold onto. So this time it was my friend holding onto it and he was opening it to grab the directions to various places.
The first place we went to was the Griffith Observatory (The Rocketeer, anyone?). It was sooo gorgeous. My friend and I just wandered around, smiling and gasping at how beautiful it was. We both loved wandering around there. It was beautiful, and thank goodness it was a clear day, because you could see all the way to downtown. Not to mention driving through the gorgeous neighborhoods to get there. Wow!
After that, we headed to Beverly Hills for dinner. Hubby pulled into Benihana, and I about squee'd in delight. My friend immediately said, "Oh I've been wanting to go here!!" The food was the best we've had yet at a Benihana. Hubby got the most amazing filet mignon I've ever tasted. It literally melted in your mouth, completely. First time we've all had a bite of something and your face went from "chewing" to "Oh my god..." *dies*. It was that good. Dinner took a couple hours, and it was fun to just relax and eat and enjoy good food together. Hubby was still hinting and teasing about what came next, but we had no idea.
It wasn't until we were almost there that he handed us our tickets (which were impossible to read, btw, which meant we took a good two minutes trying to find the name), and we had parked by the Pantages theater. He had gotten us tickets to see Chicago....orchestra level. We were probably only about 8 rows from the front, which was perfect. We got our seats (after an entertaining awkward moment of getting flirted with in the line for the bathroom....) with about five minutes to spare. Hubby bought us candy, and then the lights dimmed. It was such a fun show, and I loved seeing it on stage, with all the actors personalities bringing the characters to life. I think one of my most favorite parts was when the gentleman (Probably a tenor?) playing Billy Flynn and the guy (a high Soprano) playing Mary Sunshine had a freaking sing-off in the middle of the show. It was amazing. I also found it interesting how they had only about....15? or so cast members. The four-five main characters, and then the choir, who played everyone else. It worked really well, and was incredibly interesting to see, because you barely noticed. The songs were amazing, as always, and seeing it live on stage was....beautiful. (They also had the orchestra set up like a Big Band stage up on stage. That was amazing, because they (the characters) interacted with the bandleader.
We then got home around midnight or so, hung out for a bit longer, took my friend home, and then collapsed in bed. Overall, it was a glorious amazing date. Incredibly Epic, well worth the wait (remember, he's been planning this since January!), and oh so amazing.
Something that's been on my mind lately is just how amazing of a Husband I have. I watch other people's interactions with each other (couples or no), and I just keep realizing over and over that my hubby and I are so very blessed and lucky to have found each other. We work together and do our very best to not fight with each other. We care about our relationship enough to not fight about the little things people do, and we also want our relationship to grow, not just sit idle. Sure, we get frustrated with each other, but most times, we want to figure out what's going on in our heads to make us frustrated, not lash out at each other.
Our love for each other has grown and deepened since we've been together, and it continues to do so. I can't wait to see how it does.
Here's to you, Hubby, for making this weekend amazing.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Ahh!!!!!!!!11
The Epic Date is tomorrow night. I am beyond excited and antsy. Oh my goodness...it felt like it was going to take forever to get here, and now it's here.
This week is just shaping up to be amazing.
Have some stuff on my mind, but currently just waiting.....ahhhh!!!
Will post more after tomorrow evening.
Until then, I go and twitch now.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Happy Monday, all!
Per that post from last week, the week went up and down a bit. Honestly, it was Spring Break for us, and it felt like the week lasted forever. I only had work, some stress, and then a very relaxing weekend. Hubby and I slept in, relaxed, watched loads of Dr. Who (who is and always will be The Doctor). I got creative and tried some new recipes. My favorite being the chicken pasta with the olive oil/garlic sauce. It was incredibly yummy and incredibly easy (and easily made vegetarian. Just don't add chicken!). I also added some Parmesan cheese on top and made it with some garlic bread, and voila! easy filling good dinner.
Like the week, the weekend took forever to pass by, which was nice because it was a weekend, and they're supposed to last forever...so to speak. I finished two books over the weekend, which felt lovely (or was it three? Perhaps three). I know I finished Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman last week at some point. I also read Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams (which I was told was based on the Dr Who episode he wrote, and I could easily see that. Very creepy amazing book). I also finished up Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut. It was about the Dresden fire bombing...and it was also one of the oddest books I've ever read. Intriguing.
I had two answered prayers over the weekend, which surprised me, to say the least. I haven't been used to God answering prayers (that visibly, at least), so it was a wonderful blessing. I had made an honest mistake in something I was supposed to take care of. Unfortunately, it (as these things do) happened at exactly the wrong time, so it became a bit more involved. Crying and stressing and figuring things out later, two friends (you know who you are) provided what we needed. It was quite surprising and quite relieving. And quite odd to go, "Oh...I was stressing and praying without realizing it, and it was provided...." God's a sneaky fellow. Hehe.
Oh. If you notice the tone of my writing sounds rather British, well that is the Doctor's fault. I've been watching him with Hubby for the last week or so, because the new series started up on Sunday (of last week). So now, two episodes into the new series, and Matt Smith is the Doctor. I don't quite know how it happened but it did, and he is the Doctor. After one episode. Well...after the three minutes he had at the end of The End of Time. The premiere episode just solidified it. I'm sad that David Tennant is gone as is Russell T. Davies, but I am incredibly excited to see Matt Smith as the Doctor and Stephan Moffett as the new head writer (I believe). He has written my favorite episodes so far (Girl in the Fireplace, Blink, Etc). He's the head writer now, and I am soo excited! The Angels are coming back! Ok. End of nerding out now.
I have a big date coming up with Hubby. Well, me and a friend. He's taking me and my best friend out on the town or something of that sort. I don't actually know where we're going. He's keeping it quite close-chested. My friend and I have found our dresses (and they are gorgeous) and we are soo looking forward to it. Hubby's been teasing/taunting me about this date since he started planning it back in....oh gosh. February? January? Long enough for me to be twitching by now. And it is in two weeks! I cannot wait! There will definitely be a lengthy blog about it, I am sure of that, and hopefully some pictures.
And of course, end of April is Hubby's birthday. We don't have much planned at the moment, as funds are a bit tight. I shall figure out something, however. Even if it means delaying it for a few days or some sort. Either way, I shall celebrate Hubby's birthday with him, and we shall have a grand time, no matter what. (And if any family is reading this, he would love some giftcards (Outback, Black Angus, Cheesecake Factory etc) /hint ;)
School starts up again this week, and not much time is left after that, come to think of it. 7 or 6 weeks? I'm sure my friends who are graduating know the exact number of days and hours. Sadly (or thankfully?), I am not at that point, otherwise I'd be stressing and freaking out to no end, I'd imagine.
I have discovered we have two weddings within a month of each other. May is Hubby's dear sister and ex-roommate's wedding (odd one, that. They met because of our wedding, 9months later, engaged. Still chuckle at Fate). We are both in that one, so that week will be incredibly busy but fun. Then later on in June comes another couple of friend's weddings. Hubby knew them first, and we both were able to watch their relationship grow (I was able to help the Gal work through some issues at first) and now they're getting married in June, and I can't think of a better couple together. Very very excited for both of these weddings!
Oh...and not to mention come June/July, our friends are having their babies. It was amusing, actually, that both of our friends got preggers within 4wks of each other! So very excited for them! Just two more reasons to go visit, and hold babies. And I realized I'll have to buy a collapsible playpen for when our friends visit with their babies! (Ok, I probably won't have to, but I want to.)
I have been sad to realize that my journal, which Hubby got me for our first married Christmas together, has only about 7 pages left in it, before it's completely full. I looked/read through it over the weekend and realized just how much it has seen and recorded. Hubby made an inscription in the front which said (amongst other things) "Fill these pages with Love and Beauty". And that journal, while has seen some very hard and sad and hurtful things, has also served to record our first 20 months together as a married couple. It has seen us grow into our marriage, seen it thrive and move and deepen. I'm amazed that it's been almost two years (in August!). That journal has lasted me from December '08 until April '10. I am always so sad to end a journal. It always feels like an end of a chapter in my life, and I suppose it rather is. Though it means exciting time to start new journals! (Specifically the one my mother-in-love got me from S. Korea last summer for my birthday!) This journal ending, for me, feels like the end of my Newlywed-ness (though I haven't really felt like a Newlywed for several months now), and now a new journey is starting. A journey with my Hubby towards our Happily Ever After (to use the phrase often used by my friends). Well. That journey has always been going, I suppose. We're 20 months into it! Or...I really consider our time dating and being engaged as well, and then it would be almost 4 years. Or will it be five, now? No. Four. Anyway. That journal is finishing and has been the witness of the first 20 months or so of our marriage. I imagine when I'm an older married woman/mother, I'll look back at that journal and go, "Oh I was so very young back then." I tend to do that even looking at old entries. I can't imagine what I shall think when I am in my 40s or 50s, married, with kids, and go back to read it over.
Hubby and I were talking about love (specifically our love for each other) a bit back, and I had summarized it as "More than yesterday, less than tomorrow". He didn't quite like that phrase because it's not that he has more love (the feeling) for me. It's deepened and grown and developed more. It's not the same as it was when we first got married. I assured him that's what I meant by that phrase. My love for him (and our love for each other) has deepened and grown and developed and matured greatly since having gotten married. We don't have a different feeling for each other. I think it's because our love has grown out of just 'feeling in love' to actually being love.
Some things feel like they're going to be changing soon...I'm not sure how to explain it or what to even say, but it's like that itch in the back of your head. You don't quite know what it is, but you know something is coming...and you start watching for it. I feel like that. Something is going to change...I can just feel it. The itch. The idea forming. Something.
The clever north wind was not satisfied. It spoke of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought -Chocolat
Like the week, the weekend took forever to pass by, which was nice because it was a weekend, and they're supposed to last forever...so to speak. I finished two books over the weekend, which felt lovely (or was it three? Perhaps three). I know I finished Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman last week at some point. I also read Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams (which I was told was based on the Dr Who episode he wrote, and I could easily see that. Very creepy amazing book). I also finished up Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut. It was about the Dresden fire bombing...and it was also one of the oddest books I've ever read. Intriguing.
I had two answered prayers over the weekend, which surprised me, to say the least. I haven't been used to God answering prayers (that visibly, at least), so it was a wonderful blessing. I had made an honest mistake in something I was supposed to take care of. Unfortunately, it (as these things do) happened at exactly the wrong time, so it became a bit more involved. Crying and stressing and figuring things out later, two friends (you know who you are) provided what we needed. It was quite surprising and quite relieving. And quite odd to go, "Oh...I was stressing and praying without realizing it, and it was provided...." God's a sneaky fellow. Hehe.
Oh. If you notice the tone of my writing sounds rather British, well that is the Doctor's fault. I've been watching him with Hubby for the last week or so, because the new series started up on Sunday (of last week). So now, two episodes into the new series, and Matt Smith is the Doctor. I don't quite know how it happened but it did, and he is the Doctor. After one episode. Well...after the three minutes he had at the end of The End of Time. The premiere episode just solidified it. I'm sad that David Tennant is gone as is Russell T. Davies, but I am incredibly excited to see Matt Smith as the Doctor and Stephan Moffett as the new head writer (I believe). He has written my favorite episodes so far (Girl in the Fireplace, Blink, Etc). He's the head writer now, and I am soo excited! The Angels are coming back! Ok. End of nerding out now.
I have a big date coming up with Hubby. Well, me and a friend. He's taking me and my best friend out on the town or something of that sort. I don't actually know where we're going. He's keeping it quite close-chested. My friend and I have found our dresses (and they are gorgeous) and we are soo looking forward to it. Hubby's been teasing/taunting me about this date since he started planning it back in....oh gosh. February? January? Long enough for me to be twitching by now. And it is in two weeks! I cannot wait! There will definitely be a lengthy blog about it, I am sure of that, and hopefully some pictures.
And of course, end of April is Hubby's birthday. We don't have much planned at the moment, as funds are a bit tight. I shall figure out something, however. Even if it means delaying it for a few days or some sort. Either way, I shall celebrate Hubby's birthday with him, and we shall have a grand time, no matter what. (And if any family is reading this, he would love some giftcards (Outback, Black Angus, Cheesecake Factory etc) /hint ;)
School starts up again this week, and not much time is left after that, come to think of it. 7 or 6 weeks? I'm sure my friends who are graduating know the exact number of days and hours. Sadly (or thankfully?), I am not at that point, otherwise I'd be stressing and freaking out to no end, I'd imagine.
I have discovered we have two weddings within a month of each other. May is Hubby's dear sister and ex-roommate's wedding (odd one, that. They met because of our wedding, 9months later, engaged. Still chuckle at Fate). We are both in that one, so that week will be incredibly busy but fun. Then later on in June comes another couple of friend's weddings. Hubby knew them first, and we both were able to watch their relationship grow (I was able to help the Gal work through some issues at first) and now they're getting married in June, and I can't think of a better couple together. Very very excited for both of these weddings!
Oh...and not to mention come June/July, our friends are having their babies. It was amusing, actually, that both of our friends got preggers within 4wks of each other! So very excited for them! Just two more reasons to go visit, and hold babies. And I realized I'll have to buy a collapsible playpen for when our friends visit with their babies! (Ok, I probably won't have to, but I want to.)
I have been sad to realize that my journal, which Hubby got me for our first married Christmas together, has only about 7 pages left in it, before it's completely full. I looked/read through it over the weekend and realized just how much it has seen and recorded. Hubby made an inscription in the front which said (amongst other things) "Fill these pages with Love and Beauty". And that journal, while has seen some very hard and sad and hurtful things, has also served to record our first 20 months together as a married couple. It has seen us grow into our marriage, seen it thrive and move and deepen. I'm amazed that it's been almost two years (in August!). That journal has lasted me from December '08 until April '10. I am always so sad to end a journal. It always feels like an end of a chapter in my life, and I suppose it rather is. Though it means exciting time to start new journals! (Specifically the one my mother-in-love got me from S. Korea last summer for my birthday!) This journal ending, for me, feels like the end of my Newlywed-ness (though I haven't really felt like a Newlywed for several months now), and now a new journey is starting. A journey with my Hubby towards our Happily Ever After (to use the phrase often used by my friends). Well. That journey has always been going, I suppose. We're 20 months into it! Or...I really consider our time dating and being engaged as well, and then it would be almost 4 years. Or will it be five, now? No. Four. Anyway. That journal is finishing and has been the witness of the first 20 months or so of our marriage. I imagine when I'm an older married woman/mother, I'll look back at that journal and go, "Oh I was so very young back then." I tend to do that even looking at old entries. I can't imagine what I shall think when I am in my 40s or 50s, married, with kids, and go back to read it over.
Hubby and I were talking about love (specifically our love for each other) a bit back, and I had summarized it as "More than yesterday, less than tomorrow". He didn't quite like that phrase because it's not that he has more love (the feeling) for me. It's deepened and grown and developed more. It's not the same as it was when we first got married. I assured him that's what I meant by that phrase. My love for him (and our love for each other) has deepened and grown and developed and matured greatly since having gotten married. We don't have a different feeling for each other. I think it's because our love has grown out of just 'feeling in love' to actually being love.
Some things feel like they're going to be changing soon...I'm not sure how to explain it or what to even say, but it's like that itch in the back of your head. You don't quite know what it is, but you know something is coming...and you start watching for it. I feel like that. Something is going to change...I can just feel it. The itch. The idea forming. Something.
The clever north wind was not satisfied. It spoke of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought -Chocolat
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Thankful...
I hate days like these.
EDIT:
As you might be able to tell, today hasn't been so very good. I messed up on some stuff, and neglected some others. I've been kicking myself/beating myself up about them all morning, and I finally decided that I'm going to try to make the best of it.
So, without further ado, I'm going to write some things I'm thankful for. Hopefully it'll get my perspective back.
I'm incredibly thankful for our Condo. We were sooo very lucky to have found it, and it's treating us wonderfully. I love inviting people over to visit. I love relaxing in the peace and quiet and natural sunlight that streams in from all the open windows and doors. I love the way Alice (our kitten) wanders around and then curls up by the screen door to watch the outside. I love how relaxing it is for me to be writing at my desk or reading on the bed while Hubby is working on his computer. Or even last night, when he was in the garage and I was tinkering in the kitchen with a friend, and we could still hold a conversation because all the doors were open to let a breeze in.
I'm thankful for my orchids. This seems like a funny one to be thankful for, but flowers (especially orchids) always remind me that there's beauty in the world, no matter what. That no matter what happens, all the decay and fallen-ness of the world, there's beauty in the world. The decay doesn't hinder it, it enhances it. I'm incredibly thankful for both of the orchid plants I have gotten as gifts (from my wonderful Hubby and my boss' wife as an Easter gift) that help remind me of beauty and love and good. One is on my desk and the other is on the kitchen table.
I'm thankful I have a job, even if it's not what I want to be doing. It provides for us (along with Hubby's), there's no fear of being fired (unless I do something really bad), and the hours are reliable. I'm thankful it provides money so we can have gas in the car, bills paid, and a fridge and cupboards full of food. Even with money tight, I can rely that on the 15th/1st of every month, I will get a paycheck.
I'm thankful for dear friends who are helpful, sympathetic, and understanding. Who listen to me vent and cry and rant and help me get through it. Who care enough to gently tell me that I'm probably being too hard on myself, that I need to breathe, and reorient myself properly, instead of freaking out over and over and over again. Who know to let me vent and rant or when to calm me down. I am very thankful for the friends I have, and am incredibly lucky to have them.
I'm incredibly thankful for Hubby. I'm very lucky to have met him. He's everything I've ever wanted for a husband and way more than I ever hoped for. He's understanding and kind and gentle and strong. I love how we cuddle up at night and talk. The way his eyes light up when looking at me. The way he gets when talking about something he's passionate about. How he does stuff purposefully to make me start giggling or laughing. The way we can talk about anything. I love the way he smirks right before he does something to tease me/make me laugh/melt. I'm thankful we work things out, and strive to make each other better. I'm thankful how we both want our marriage to be stronger and deeper and fuller. How we both refuse to just "settle" when we know we need to work on something. Most of all, I love the way we fit together. I am so thankful for Hubby, and I wouldn't be where I am today without him.
I am thankful I have Peace, again.
EDIT:
As you might be able to tell, today hasn't been so very good. I messed up on some stuff, and neglected some others. I've been kicking myself/beating myself up about them all morning, and I finally decided that I'm going to try to make the best of it.
So, without further ado, I'm going to write some things I'm thankful for. Hopefully it'll get my perspective back.
I'm incredibly thankful for our Condo. We were sooo very lucky to have found it, and it's treating us wonderfully. I love inviting people over to visit. I love relaxing in the peace and quiet and natural sunlight that streams in from all the open windows and doors. I love the way Alice (our kitten) wanders around and then curls up by the screen door to watch the outside. I love how relaxing it is for me to be writing at my desk or reading on the bed while Hubby is working on his computer. Or even last night, when he was in the garage and I was tinkering in the kitchen with a friend, and we could still hold a conversation because all the doors were open to let a breeze in.
I'm thankful for my orchids. This seems like a funny one to be thankful for, but flowers (especially orchids) always remind me that there's beauty in the world, no matter what. That no matter what happens, all the decay and fallen-ness of the world, there's beauty in the world. The decay doesn't hinder it, it enhances it. I'm incredibly thankful for both of the orchid plants I have gotten as gifts (from my wonderful Hubby and my boss' wife as an Easter gift) that help remind me of beauty and love and good. One is on my desk and the other is on the kitchen table.
I'm thankful I have a job, even if it's not what I want to be doing. It provides for us (along with Hubby's), there's no fear of being fired (unless I do something really bad), and the hours are reliable. I'm thankful it provides money so we can have gas in the car, bills paid, and a fridge and cupboards full of food. Even with money tight, I can rely that on the 15th/1st of every month, I will get a paycheck.
I'm thankful for dear friends who are helpful, sympathetic, and understanding. Who listen to me vent and cry and rant and help me get through it. Who care enough to gently tell me that I'm probably being too hard on myself, that I need to breathe, and reorient myself properly, instead of freaking out over and over and over again. Who know to let me vent and rant or when to calm me down. I am very thankful for the friends I have, and am incredibly lucky to have them.
I'm incredibly thankful for Hubby. I'm very lucky to have met him. He's everything I've ever wanted for a husband and way more than I ever hoped for. He's understanding and kind and gentle and strong. I love how we cuddle up at night and talk. The way his eyes light up when looking at me. The way he gets when talking about something he's passionate about. How he does stuff purposefully to make me start giggling or laughing. The way we can talk about anything. I love the way he smirks right before he does something to tease me/make me laugh/melt. I'm thankful we work things out, and strive to make each other better. I'm thankful how we both want our marriage to be stronger and deeper and fuller. How we both refuse to just "settle" when we know we need to work on something. Most of all, I love the way we fit together. I am so thankful for Hubby, and I wouldn't be where I am today without him.
I am thankful I have Peace, again.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Happy Birthday!
A very Happy Birthday to my older brother Michael. You would have been 25 today. It seems fitting your birthday falls on Easter Sunday. I'll be sending you a balloon, like we always did, probably with a note attached with the childlike hope you'll get it, somehow.
I love you, Brother, and Happy Birthday!
<3
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