Finally 8

Are you excited to get baptized? 

I ask.

Then she responds.

"Yes. I am 8. Finally. I've been waiting forever."

Someone special I know is getting baptized.

This little shoot meant so much to me.

I would be lying if I said I didn't tear up more than once.

So enjoy.

Because I did.

 








** Oh my gosh you guys stay tuned. Because something happened last time I was in Arizona. Something REALLY special. I will give you a clue. Click here. You know you want to.

Point Blank. Period.

Here's the thing.

We go out to eat at least once during the week.

We usually go to Buffalo Wild Wings.

Tuesday is wing night.

There are times when I pretend that I am going to choose a different restaurant just to watch him squirm.

Then Corey looks at me with his big blue eyes and he says something stupid like;

"But Corey need wingy."

And I feel compelled to oblige.

This morning I noticed I had a missed call from him at 9:30 am.

He never calls during the school day.

And I knew right then and there that it was gonna be wing night.

Please excuse the crappy iphone pics.

So we headed up to Maplewood.

All the while I am eyeing Best Buy trying to figure out how to get them to replace my 'dance central' DVD that somehow got scratched.

We head on in to BWW's and here is where things get interesting.

I will warn you by saying that there will be some direct quotes.

While I don't promote profanity on my blog this convo cracked me up too much not to mention.

We always sit at the high tops that are half booth half table.

Sometimes you can be pretty close to the people at the table next to you and sometimes it's fun.

By fun I mean entertaining.

Corey and I are both 'people watchers'.

I go to the bathroom and when I come back I hear the tail end of a conversation Corey is having with the younger guy next to him.

By young I mean 24.

I hear the guy ask Corey, "so you just knew? really you just knew?"

Corey responds, "yeah, when it happens you just know. It's weird I can't describe it. I. Just. Knew."

Then we all went about our business at our separate tables.

Then the young man was greeted and joined by another man who turned out to be his brother.

The younger man turns to his brother and informs him that I am Corey's lady and that we are married.

So that's what they were talking about. Marriage.

They could not get over the fact that Corey and I  have been married for 3 years and kept congratulating us.

 3 years is not that long but I guess in this world marriage itself is something to be commended.

I practically needed a diaper to keep from wetting my pants. These guys were cracking us up.

While they weren't exactly "pro" marriage they seemed genuinely happy that Corey and I were married and still loved each other.

Then I heard about a 5 minute monologue from Corey.

Things I had never honestly heard him say before.

He said things like; "once you meet the right person marriage isn't scary."

"You guys haven't met the right girl. Trust me when you do it's so worth it."

He kept pointing at me and assuring them that he had met that girl.

IT WAS ME <3

He is not the best communicator. It was nice to hear him express these feelings and thoughts.

They still assured him that marriage wasn't for them and we all laughed.

Then the older brother started chastising us about being married for 3 years and not having children yet.

Corey replied with, "funny you should mention that we were discussing this on our drive over here."

the older one (by older, I mean 26) then informed us that having kids was the greatest. He had 7 year old twin girls and a baby girl on the way.

He kept commenting on how we haven't even had one and he's produced two at a time.

I kept cracking up that here we are discussing marriage and how its not for them but you start talking about kids and their hearts turned into melted butter.

The older one assured us that we were, "doing the right thing by getting married first so our kids wouldn't be 'bastards' like his."

I just about died.

Then the following 10 minutes they went on and on about illegitimate children.

Then they kept telling Corey it was time to 'plant his seed'.

I would like to say that Corey and I are so classy and that we found this conversation with strangers totally inappropriate.

But that would be a lie.

Honestly it might have been my favorite wing night ever?

It's weird though how the world delivers messages to you in ways you never expect.

Corey finally admitted to them that he was scared to be a dad.

The younger one responded by saying, "You should be its a big responsibility. But do you have good morals?"

Well yeah.

"Did you have a good dad?"

Corey says. "I had a great dad."

Then they informed Corey that there are parts of his dad inside of him and when he has babies of his own he will know what do, and what kind of man he wants to be.

I kid you not we had just had this convo in the car.

Corey had told me he was scared and I wanted to break down.

Of course we are both scared and nervous and excited etc.

Even talking about having babies brings up all kinds of emotions and feelings.

At the end of our dinner I asked the guys if I could take their picture.

They of course complied.

I held up my camera and then they posed "Three 6 Mafia" Style.

Their words not mine.

And yes, that is a chicken bone hanging out of the older brother's mouth.

I think this can be considered a pretty successful wing night.

Plenty of food for our bellies.

And plenty of food for thought.

**Post edit: Wondering where my blog title came from? The older brother would say this after making his points. ie "you need to plant your seed tonight. point blank. period."

That one time....

I freaking love Corey.

Don't get me wrong at times I want to strangle him.

But then he does things that make me smile.

Like tonight when we are snowed in and holed up in our house and he holds up a redbox and says,

"Tonight is gonna be the best night of our lives."

He is so silly.

And to send you off here's an oldy but goody of Corey.

Hopefully one day that will be a pic of him holding our own baby.

Pinch to Grow an Inch

Right now I lay on my belly in the middle of our living room floor and I debate.

It's quite nice you see, we usually have a coffee table right here in the middle.

I moved it tonight.

I moved it so Corey and I could battle it out playing 'Dance Central' on Kinnect.

Um ya I dominated.

Need you ask?

Back to the debate.

I've been debating whether or not to blog about this story.

Cause if the roles were reversed and I were Corey and he were me....

I would be embarrassed

but then I recalled Corey was once stating;

"I don't get embarrassed."

So really he brought this on himself.

Months ago Corey cracked our toilet seat.

Awkwardly enough it's not the first seat he cracked.

He cracked the one in the basement of his brother's house when we lived with them.

He somehow managed to maneuver and use it without getting his butt cheek pinched.

I was not so lucky.

It pinched me constantly so I swallowed my pride and headed to Home Depot and I bought the replacement.

Well I refuse to do that this time.

It's his turn.

I'm not sure how he does it.

How he keeps magically cracking the toilet seats.

I mean honestly Corey.

Pull it together.

That's the back part to this story.

Our toilet seat is still broken.

I took that pic tonight.

It's important to know the history though.

So about a month ago I noticed that whenever Corey left the bathroom he also left the hand towel on the floor.

I've been working on choosing my battles.

I opted to avoid this one.

I just thought to myself;

'Did I really marry someone who is so lazy he washes his hands and then dries them and drops the towel where he stands?'

Then I remembered to be grateful that he washes his hands right?

So this went on for about 2 weeks with various handtowels.

I would pick the towel up (hey my floor is clean) and place it back on the rack.

I'd wash my hands, then dry them.

And when it came time at night I would wash my makeup off,

Then use the towel to dry my face.

And then it happened.

I walked in on Corey using the restroom.

And there he was using the toilet and he was sitting on the towel.

He had that towel placed over the crack so it didn't pinch his buns.

My jaw fell to the floor.

He had been using that towel as a barrier between his buns and the crack in the seat.

And I had been using that towel to wipe my makeup off.

Joke's on me.

No wonder there is no rush for a new toilet seat.

**side note: Before anyone asks. Yes I wash my hand towels, after so many wiping of the hands I would wash that towel and put a new, clean fresh one up. This would happen with whatever towel was up at that moment in time when Corey felt the urge to go.