Guess what I found?

The first person to answer correctly will get some yarn as a prize!

OOOPS!  Unless you’re a guy (Soulloon!), then you will get a book!


New cabinets today! New cabinets today!

I can’t even focus on my lunch right now because I keep thinking about my new kitchen cabinets!  New!  Today!  I am getting all new cabinets today!

The sink cabinets are going to be 8 inches longer, the cabinets above the sink are going to be 12 inches longer, the cabinets around and above the stove are going to be the same size as before, but now they will actually match the cabinets around the sink!  We had such ghetto apartment cabinets I was embarrassed whenever people came over.  No matter how hard I cleaned them they still showed the wear and tear of so many different owners.  But now!  New!  Cabinets!  For!  Me!

This means pizza tonight and chinese tomorrow, all eaten off paper plates with plastic forks, but I’ll make it up to hubby on Sunday with homemade chicken and dumplings.  Want to come over and see my new cabinets?  I’ll make enough for everyone, just RSVP! 

YAY!  New!  Cabinets!

I’m actually doing a meme.

I’m only doing this because I read it on, and I think she’s pretty awesome.  Don’t ever, ever tag me for a meme because I won’t do it.

What are your middle names?
My middle name is Joan.  I was supposed to be named John or Joan, and at the last minute my mother went with Krista.  Go figure.  Steve’s middle name is Leslie, and if you never hear from me again it’s because I just posted this on the WWW.  He hates his middle name, but for some reason gave it to our son.  I guess so someone can suffer with him.

How long have you been together?
We have been married for 5 and a half years, and together for 12 years. 

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Only a couple months.  He was supposed to date my best friend, but they didn’t hit it off, and once I broke up with my boyfriend we just ran from there.

Who asked whom out?
Steve definitely asked me on our first date, but he had to cancel because his mom had emergency surgery.  I always thought it was so sweet how worried he was that I wouldn’t give him a second chance because he cancelled the first date.  Do I really come across as that heartless of a bitch?

How old are each of you?
I’m 30, and he’s 33.  I never thought I would marry someone so young.  I always preferred older guys before I met him.

Whose siblings do you see the most?
His, definitely.  We are both the babies of the family, me by 10 years and he by 9 years, so there is always a little disconnect from the older kids, but we live in the same city as his family and mine is about 2 hours away, so we see his sister more.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Money.  Always money.  When he lost his job last year, we spent most of 2008 trying not to file bankruptcy.  It caused a lot of down and dirty fights and we really fell apart as a couple.  Thankfully, we did pull through, we just have a lot of patching up to do with our relationship.

Did you go to the same school?
No.  Steve went right into the workforce, and I went to Univ. of DE and focused on handing in papers on time and not slitting my wrists.

Are you from the same home town?
Nope.  I am a beach bum, raised in a small town just a few minutes from Rehoboth Beach, and Steve is a city boy from rough and tumble New Castle.  That’s given us some problems too, because there are a lot of things I don’t worry about that he takes very seriously.  Like strangers looking at him.  I mean, he is 6’8″, people are going to look, it doesn’t mean they want to fight with you.  RELAX.

Who is smarter?
No difference in amount of smarts, just different types of smarts.  Steve can break down anything mechanical in a second, while I stare at him doing his magic and put together a really great haiku.

Who is the most sensitive?
Same, but different.  Again, Steve is a really guarded person, so his sensitivities are totally different from mine, and he is really easy to offend.  It is ridiculously hard to offend me, but if you get a good one in, it’s going to hurt me for years.  I know, I internalize.  Moving on.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Home.  We rarely, if ever, go out.  Maybe we have gone out to dinner five times in the past two years.  Steve eats whole foods only, and doesn’t have a stomach for a lot of restaurant cooking, unless we have plenty of money for fine dining, so that’s the only time we go out.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
West Virginia.

Who has the craziest exes?
Steve, totally.  All my boyfriends were potheads, so they were pretty laidback.  His girlfriends are nuts.  They’ve followed him around, called him a thousand times, made up stories about being pregnant, you name it, it’s happened to him.

Who has the worst temper?
Oooo, tough one.  Steve yells freely, and is really good at throwing things, but once he loses his temper it’s over, we’re moving on, no one’s mad, why would you think anyone’s mad?  Me?  I seethe.  I have a slow fire that rumbles in my belly.  I was raised in the country with a lot of crazy relatives who drink whiskey and flat-foot on picnic tables, so I have seen the dark side of my genetics.  I try to keep myself from losing it entirely, so I have a perpetual simmering anger in my gut.  Steve can’t stand that about me because he never knows if I’m really angry.  I’ve tried to explain that I cannot lose my temper, it wouldn’t be pretty, but he doesn’t get it.  Maybe I should take him to one of my hillbilly family’s parties.

Who does the cooking?
Me.  Steve grills steaks.  I do everything else.

Who is the neat-freak?
We are equally obsessed with the elimination of clutter, but I am much better about straightening up everyday, while he likes to clean once a month or so.

Who is more stubborn?
Me.  Steve is very stubborn, don’t get me wrong, but I am the one that rented Fast Times at Ridgemont High just because we had a disagreement 5 years earlier about what the opening song was.  (It was Kids in America, and I was RIGHT.)

Who hogs the bed?
Me.  Even though Steve is nearly a foot and a half taller than I am, I still make sure I have lots of room for my constant foot rubbing and tossing and turning.

Who wakes up earlier?
Me.  I have to leave the house about 30 minutes before he does, so it just works out that way.  Plus, I have plenty of hot water in the shower.

Where was your first date?
Burgers and boardwalk fries in Rehoboth.

Who is more jealous?
Me.  Well,  I am the most obvious about it.  If I don’t like something, I say it.  Steve won’t say a word until months later, when he will finally bring something up.

How long did it take to get serious?
Immediately.  We always knew we would be married and have children.

Who eats more?
Steve.  He can eat plates of food so piled high that it’s dripping off the sides and lose weight.  I look at a roll and gain 5 pounds.  There is no justice.

Who does the laundry?
Steve.  He hangs out in the basement on the computer all evening anyway, so he just does the clothes while he’s down there.  he is getting a little lazy about the Spray and Wash though, so I may have to take over.

Who’s better with the computer?
I am, hands down.  I am quicker and know a few more applications than he does.

Who drives when you are together?
I do, but only because I am a control freak.  I have gone to therapy about it, but that didn’t work at all, so I just drive.  Besides, I like to drive and Steve hates to, so it works out.

I’m not tagging anyone.  I hate memes, but I like Dooce, so this is all you’re ever getting.

Happy V D!

Of course, I mean Valentine’s Day, you sick minds, you.

I am here, I am well, I am still struggling with some of the issues I wrote about earlier, but I get by with a little help from my friends.  Thank you all so much for your prayers and advice.  I love the Internet for all kinds of reasons.  WebMD, Ravelry, and all kinds of free recipes and knitting patterns, but mostly I love it because I am able to meet like-minded people that I can rap with and get strength and wisdom from.

I took the baby to the doctor yesterday.  He is very tall, not as heavy as I thought, and in great health.  He did have to get a polio shot and a Hepatitis A shot which has left him a little cranky and feverish.  The biggest issue we are dealing with is eczema, and if that is the worst of it, I am one lucky lady.  He has a pretty severe case, it wraps all around his shoulder and is down his belly and back.  We are going to meet with a doctor at AI DuPont children’s hospital, but this guy apparently is so famous we probably won’t get in there until April.  In the meantime, I am supposed to wash him in Cetaphil soap and lotion only, no deviations, no baby shampoo, nada.  Okay, but have you seen the price on this stuff?  Even at Wally World the lotion is like twelve dollars!  So I got Basis soap, which is about a dollar-fifty cheaper, and Wal-Mart makes an Equate brand of the lotion at half price!  (Wipes sweat off brow.)  I have always had eczema, but nothing like what the baby has, and my mother has psoriasis, so we will have to keep a good eye on this and how it progresses.

I am totally a country mouse, but I am so grateful that I relocated to the city.  Our pediatrician was just ranked in the top ten doctors in the state of Delaware, and we are only a ten minute drive to one of the finest children’s hospitals in the country.  It’s a little creepy how it got to be such a good hospital (go ahead and look up the DuPonts and interbreeding, I’ll wait), but the fact remains that the baby will always get the best care available.  I also count my blessings everyday that I am able to have a job that gives up such good insurance, I can book this appointment with this specialist and not have to bat an eye.  I know how many parents can’t do that, so praise God I can.

The doctor is looking into my brother’s heart defect as well, to see if we need to get the baby tested for it.  He has already said that I need to be tested right away, but he wants to research the genetic factors involved before he puts the baby through that.  It’s not complicated, it is only an ultrasound of the chest, but you still don’t want to do that to little kids unless you have to.  It makes me feel really guilty about lighting up a smoke as I type this.  I know, I know, I quit about three months ago or more, but I have been falling back into the habit.  I’ll take care of it, promise.

So that’s all for now, but that’s enough, isn’t it?  Oh I almost forgot, the baby is potty-training himself.  Seriously.  I’ve never heard of anything like it, but he knows when he needs to go and he grabs my hand and pulls me to the bathroom.  Don’t hate me, I know exactly how lucky I am.

Have a great love day, I hope you are cuddling with someone you love, and if not, you can always watch a Jack Nicholson movie.

St. Brigid’s Day Poetry Reading

The Sorrows

by Gary Fincke

<!– (from The Fire Landscape: Poems) –>

Whatever the Sunday, the sorrows kept the women in the kitchen,
My cousins and their mothers, my grandmother, her sister, all of them
Foraging through the nerves for pain. They sighed and rustled and one would
Name her sorrows to cue sympathy’s murmurs, the first offerings
Of possible cures: three eggs for chills and fever, the benefits
Of mint and pepper, boneset, sage, and crocus tea. Nothing they
Needed came over-the-counter of through prescriptions not bearing
A promise from God, who blessed the home remedies handed down
From lost villages of Germany for the aunt with dizzy spells,
For the uncle with the steady pain of private swelling; for passed blood,
For discharge and the sweet streak from the shoulder. In the pantry,
Among pickled beets and stewed tomatoes, were dark, honeyed liquids,
The vinegar and molasses sipped from tablespoons for sorrows
So regular they spoke of them as laundry to be smoothed by the great iron
Of faith which sets creases worthy of paradise. And there, when only
A hum came clear, they might have been speaking from clouds like the dead,
But what mattered when the room went dark were the voices reaching into
The lamp-lit living room of men who listened then, watching the doorway
And nodding at the nostrums offered by the tongues of the unseen
As if the sorrows were soothed by the lost dialect of the soul,
Which whispered to the enormous ache of the imminent.