Just thinking...

I just found out today about two middle-aged couples in my church who are seperated and/or getting a divorce. It reminded me that marriage is a never-ending process, you can't just get married, and BAM- instant eternal happiness! Sometimes, it seems unbelievable to me that a couple can stay together for years and years, just to end it. I just hope I never stop dating my husband and I hope he never stops flirting with me. What are your opinions? What do you do to keep your marriages strong?


P.S. I guess I never officially announced that we FINALLY got air conditioning!!!!!! WOO!!!! It is HEAVEN.

Another long, drawn-out sigh from me.

Every once in a while, I just have to lay all my gripes about the world down on the table... here goes.

The other day, a girl in our musical showed up wearing a "Rolling Stones" tee shirt. My husband asked her if she even really liked the Rolling Stones. The girl blushed and admitted that she had never really heard any of their music. She was just wearing it because it's trendy right now to wear classic band shirts.

The other night, I was in the dressing room with the women of our cast when I over heard a group of high school girls making fun of another high school girl in the show because she didn't drink alcohol. One of the girls actually said she was going to be "the forty-year old virgin". That blew my mind. I had to stand up for the girl so I told them that I had never in my life tasted alcohol. Before they could say anything, the GROWN-UP women gasped and asked if I was serious. Then told me how neat they thought that was... everyone was so shocked!

I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but still- I am. It's just hard for me to fathom that A) fashion and media is strong enough to get people to wear clothes they don't even like and B) that not drinking is such a shock. What is wrong with the world! Is it really that hard to enjoy life without the assistance of alcohol? Hmmmm...

And my last gripe for the night..... I hate laundry.

what's been going on

Soooo... we still haven't gotten our wiring put in for air conditioning. My parents went out of town this weekend, so Barry and I moved into their deliciously cold house. For the past week, all I've wanted is for Barry to call the air conditioning company and give them a great big piece of my angry pregnant mind. But, if you know my husband, he would never consider such a thing unless he had proof that the company was intentionally trying to fry the bun in my oven. So he called for the umpteeth time, trying to get information and was a polite as ever. The company owner finally spoke to him and apologized, saying that their electrician has some kind of life-threatening disease and has to leave to get treatments. They have to use another company's electrician when this happens so their schedule never gets top priority. Talk about a slap in the face! I am so grateful that I have such a calm and logical husband! I can't even imagine how terrible I would feel if he did chew them out only to find out we're frustrated because their electrician is dying!

And speaking of being grateful for my husband, I AM SO PROUD OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Barry was put on a waiting list to the nursing program here. We've been waiting for months, with no clue what would be happening to our lives in the upcoming future. But we got the call a week ago, and Barry was ACCEPTED! He starts at the end of August so we are frantically trying to get all his paperwork and medical examinations finished. He is determined to go to school full time and work full time, so I am sort of freaking out! I'm going to be a completely single mom as of August, and a single mom of TWO in October! But, I'll be a single mom with the GREATEST HUSBAND in the world!

My excuse.

I've had several people ask me if my computer is broken because I've been a pitiful blogger lately. In answer to this query- Nope. My computer is fine and dandy (for the moment). The main reason I haven't been blogging is this: I am hot! Ever since we got back from Alabama, our house has been sweltering, even with the swamp cooler on its highest setting. The lowest temperature our house has been in two weeks is 86 degrees. That doesn't exactly make a pregnant lady very happy. So I have spent my days as a hobo, bouncing between my mom's house and friends' houses... using them all for the sweet cool of refrigerated air.

After months of discussion, Barry and I finally agreed it was time to pay the pretty penny and get real A.C. for ourselves. We justify the massive cost by our recent decision to stay in Carlsbad a little longer than we had originally planned. So, this last Wednesday, "Dynamic Heating and Cooling" came to our house, ripped out the beastly furnace (the original furnace from the '50s) and also ripped out part of our wall in the process... sigh. On Thursday, I asked them if they would be done that day, and the foreman assured me they were definitely going to be done. YAY!!!!! BUT.... (there always seems to be a "but") their electrician just happens to be on vacation for the next two weeks! They have a substitute electrician but it would take days for them to get all the proper permits, but he said they would come on Monday.

Monday. No electrician. Barry called the company and now they have decided the electrician might be here Wednesday or Thursday... "might be"- my favorite phrase. So it's Wednesday, it's in the high 80s, and I' m still waiting... I have to say, amidst this whole predicament, I've developed the greatest empathy for the Wicked Witch of the West. I know exactly how she feels!

Hmmm...

Tonight, someone asked if a fifteen year old boy was my son.


Being mistaken for an older woman is not as flattering as people make it out to be.