Bits and Pieces

First, today is the day we celebrate love (or whatever passes for it in our little universes.)

Eric and I do not exchange purchased gifts or cards on any occasions. We're at the point now that we
A. don't need anything
B. can just decide to go pick something up if we really want to.
C. aren't very good consumers, really.

:)

This doesn't mean we don't take care of each other, though..

Two weeks ago, he called me at work.
He said, "Can the budget stand pizza for dinner?"
When I told him yes, he said, "Do you want me to order some for you, too?" We order from a take and bake place. It's just up the street.
I had to say no, because every time I eat pizza in the last couple years, it makes me sick. I don't know if it's the grease, the tomato sauce, or the whole package, but I'm up and down all night with heartburn and a great thirst. It's sooo not worth it. So I told him not to worry, there were plenty of things I could eat for dinner when I got home.

I got home about 6:20. The cooked pizzas were on all the available surfaces in the kitchen, and my hubby was nowhere. I asked Lyssa where he was. She said, "Oh, he's out back on the patio."

So I walked outside to find him grilling me a steak.
He had gone out to get pizza, made a stop at the grocery store for steak, and was out making dinner for me IN THE COLD while his food sat ready in the kitchen.

Is there any way to doubt the love of a man like that?
Had I known 27 years ago that our love would grow to these proportions, I would have been totally intimidated.
It's big, folks.

~~~the outing was a success~~~

Alyssa had a great time on Tuesday, but it made her a little tired, I think.
She came home safely, nothing bad happened to anyone, and she wants to go on the next outing.

I want her to slow down a bit on the whole growing up thing. How did my small daughter turn into a beautiful young woman?
How did that little toddler person who used to climb into my lap, stick her fingers in her mouth, say around them, "Sing it, Mommy." and fall asleep become taller than I am already?

~~~~~and~~~~~~~
I read Kelly's blog Ordinary Art every day.
She linked to
The Only Thing I Know: A Mom Blog of Slacker Proportions: Why Exactly is a Raven Like a Writing Desk? (A 'Get Your Geek On' Kickass Giveaway)
yesterday, and I want that shirt. The rules are there.
And now the link to her blog is here. :)

~~~also~~~
A month ago, my Girl Scout troop turned in our cookie order. I ordered some cookies for our family. I can't eat mine because of my dietary changes. Anyone wanna buy some Thin Mints?

~~finally~~

On Sunday, I looked out the kitchen window, watching Eric put Rain-x on my windshield.
Mrs. Cletus (Daisy-Dolly, I think) came across the street and started talking to him. This is unusual. They've lived over there for three? years and the most we've ever done is a friendly little wave (hi there, Cletus and family!) in passing.

When he came back into the house, he told me that Cletus has moved out, and he and Daisy-Dolly are going to get a divorce. She's keeping the house, and wanted to hire Eric to do some work. He declined, since we have lots of work that needs to be done here, but told her that when she was ready, he knew some guys who do side jobs and won't rip her off.

No more big truck with truck nuts parked across the street. No more chunky men with no necks swilling Mt Dew as they bend over the engine compartment with their boxers peeking over the top of their jeans.

Please join me in a moment of silence.