My husband is a hard worker. He works long hours to provide for our family and rarely, if ever, complains. Me on the other hand, I hate his long hours and I have a hard time hiding it.
The last show he worked on (he is a Post Production Supervisor for reality TV) ended about 4 weeks ago. He has been looking for another show and hasn’t stopped. Phone calls, interviews, meetings, consulting work, etc. He has another interview today and I am hopeful all goes well.
My Husband Rocks!
I got up early so I could get some extra work done today. Went for a bowl of cereal and Paul had already started making me Belgian waffles… from scratch! My husband rocks.
Last week was a difficult one. A lot of different things contributed to that, including but not limited to the realization that Friday marked my last year of my twenties. Being 29 isn’t horrible. I know that. But tears were still present. The week did get better and definitely ended well.
Two days before my birthday, my friends at my sewing group on Wednesday had a lunch celebration for me. Lots of great food and some delicious desserts made by Joyce.
Chocolate Jelly Roll
Lemon Jelly Roll
Both were delicious, but I’m not sure there was enough of the lemon one! 🙂
Friday was my birthday and it was great. All the build up to 29 being horrible, (all in my head of course) was not needed. Let me just say, my husband Rocks. He got up early like he usually does to get some work done. He also headed to the store, picked up the things he needed for all the cooking and baking (yes, baking) he was going to do. When I got up he cooked me breakfast while I got ready for work and when I finally got myself to the kitchen, there were roses, a mushy card and chocolate.
I did go to work on my birthday. Paul had work he needed to get done and my friends are at work, so why not be with friends? Besides, if I hadn’t come I would have missed out on a pound cake that Paula made and this lovely note that Mary Elllen left for me.
The fine print reads: Insert ME voice, where needed.
I got home and had some fun things waiting for me that had come in the mail. I love getting stuff in the mail. Even more so when they aren’t bills!
Paul pulled out a rather large wrapped box and asked if I wanted to open my present before or after dinner. Before dinner of course!! It was a professional waffle iron.
Insert happy dance here.
I have wanted one for some time now. I love belgian waffles and the waffle irons I have owned previously just did not cut it. This one, definitely gets the job done! It isn’t in the shape of texas or Mickey ears, but I’m not that picky. I promptly asked if we could have waffles for breakfast the next day, and he said, “How about for dinner?” He had prepped so we could have a waffle bar. It was great!!
All the fixin's
The first waffle!
In addition to all this waffle goodness. Paul also made me a brownie peanut butter cup ice cream cake.
Here is what is left.
Brownies with ice cream and peanut butter frosting. It is delicious!
Getting older isn’t so bad. I’m still younger than my husband!
Where you think you will be in the years ahead isn’t always where you may have intended, but that doesn’t mean that isn’t where you should be. Maybe a little too profound, huh?
So I have really gotten into this blog thing. I am sporatic at posting, which I think keeps it more interesting. My life is not regular enough to get me to sit down every other day to post something. And I’m okay with that. Hope you are too.
The other day I was thinking… “I wonder if the URL http://www.hobbyholic.com is available to purchase.” I typed it in and it takes you to some page that asks you to email and inquire about buying the URL. So I bite. I emailed and soon after I had a response. $10,000 to purchase the URL. HA! I like to blog, but not that much.
While waiting to hear back about the obseenly priced URL I checked out www.thehobbyholic.com and it was open. So I asked Paul if he would get it for me, and he did. He even had it redirect to the blog. Kind of fun to have the URL if I say so myself.
My husband rocks.
The Hobbyholic 