"Yes"

If you are my friend named Patty Delphine, to answer your question...... "Yes". Now what? (:

The Next Day

At what point do I tell my clueless husband that he forgot my birthday? He still does not remember and I'm kind of wanting to wait to see how long it takes him. We may be seeing this well into March. Maybe, when I start planning John's 2nd birthday at the end of April, my husband may clue in that he missed something. Maybe I should throw a HUGE party here next weekend, when he is out of town, and not clean up before he gets home. Hmmm.... I could really play this. Maybe I should send myself a big bouquet of flowers with no card, just to make him wonder if I have a secret admirer. Maybe I should max out the credit card and buy myself a diamond. I'd rather have a kayak. Hmmm..... the possibilities are endless. Any ideas? (:

Today is My Birthday

Today I turn 42 years. 42 years young, I'd like to think. I woke up with a huge zit on my upper lip. You'd think I was turning 16 or something. Ugh.

My damn husband forgot my birthday. He is out of town, I know, but every phone call from him in Montana yielded nothing about me or my birthday. And he called me 4 or 5 times. He remembered that Tiger Woods' first big golf game, after a long hiatus, was today. He was at the Bulldog Tavern in Whitefish, MT, early, just so he could have some cold beer and good seat waiting for him. No amount of reminding him helped him remember my day. I even told him exactly what I wanted and where to get them (Brooks running shoes, size 8.5, from "runner's soul" downtown). I didn't remind him today, because I actually thought he was planning a surprise. I thought his not mentioning my birthday was because he was going to surprise me with something - flowers delivered or a UPS package from Whitefish waiting for me. He forgot. He never ever mentioned my birthday. He even wondered why our voicemail was full this evening when he was trying to call for the 5th time. He was mad. Don't I erase these stupid messages? When he finally got through (he called my cell) he chewed me out. I hate him. I believe this is grounds for divorce. What do you think?

Under the Door

In our little house, the laundry room and computer are in the basement. I don't like to bring John downstairs - it is cold, messy, full of lead paint and asbestos. When my husband was home this morning, I "snuck" downstairs to start a load of laundry. John notices everything. I heard his lamb cry and pictured him pointing to the closed basement door. Sure enough, as I began to go up the stairs, I could see him, his big blue eyes and his nose, on the kitchen floor right in front of our dog's food and water dishes. He was peeking under the door, trying to see me. His pudgy feet were in William's food, but he didn't care. He needed to see mommy. I paused on the steps, looking right into John's eyes. They widened and he waited for my next move. I gave him a big smile, said "I see you..." and he started to laugh-cry. I raced upstairs for my big hug and his cry that meant "why did you leave me?" It is so nice to be needed every single minute of every single day and night.

My Profile

I just created my profile. I posted a photo I took of John and me during the summer of 2007. I look nothing like that now. John was just over a year old, I had just chopped off my long blond hair, which had turned brown after I gave birth. I used to be a bodacious blonde bimbo, now I am a brown-haired mom with cellulite. Hmm...something's gotta change. I want to be "Stacey's mom" who's got it hangin' on. I'm working on that daily. I'm growing out my hair, I got rid of the mousey brown and gray, I'm losing my baby weight (finally, after almost 2 years). My sister is helping me dress better, sending me Levi's and tightly fitting t-shirts with low necks, funky jewelry. I'm told I don't look (almost) 42, nor do I act it. I sure hope not. Stacey's mom has got to at least be in her 30s.

Then I got married?

My previous post made it sound as if my happy life ended when I got married. In many ways, it did. Living with my husband has definitely made me appreciate living alone for all the years that I did. Don't get me wrong...I love my husband. We were best friends for many years before we got married. We had our ups and downs, as all couples do, but we pulled through them, and I'm hoping we pull through the rest of them for as long as we live together married. (: He does get mad when I introduce him to people as "my first husband".

We were married in June, 2006, 4 months after I turned 39. We really didn't go on a honeymoon together. A sticky situation with my husband's 17 year-old son and the ex-wife made it impossible for us to get away. I'll write more about that later, maybe. Maybe not because it makes me so mad. Anyway, my husband went on our honeymoon with his high school buddies, crabbing on the Washington State coast. I went on our honeymoon to my sister's house in Portland, OR. We both had a lovely time on our honeymoons. Too bad we were apart for them. Maybe that was for the best, too. I had a blast in Portland. (:

I got "knocked up" at the end of July. I love saying that. I taught at a Catholic school, so I was thrilled to be able to say I was a "knocked up Catholic school teacher." Not many people say that. In fact, I don't know anyone else besides me who has ever said that. A bit too irreverent, I guess.

I loved being pregnant. I was able to gain 40 pounds, guilt-free, with doctor's permission. I was considered "at risk" because I was over 35. This meant I had to stop running. I had started running for the first time in my life the summer of 2006. I was loving it and losing weight. I actually started looking and feeling "hot". Then I had sex with my husband and got pregnant. That turned everything upside down. Wouldn't you know it.

Who Am I?

I will turn 42 years old in 4 days. I have a 22-month-old son. I gave birth to John when I was 40. I hope to have another child soon (cross your fingers).

I was quite traditional - went to high school, then to college for my BA, then to a university to earn my Teaching Cert. and Master's in Ed. I taught elementary school for 16 years. I have made many amazing friends along the way.

Then I became a bit untraditional - I worked hard and I played hard. I dated many amazing men. None were keepers, though. I traveled to Ireland, Boston, California, Oregon, Chicago, Montana, more than a few times. I was a Free Bird. I was living the dream. I bought my own house, entertained every weekend (and during the week), bicycled, snow skied, hiked, kayaked. I loved my life.

Then I got married.