photo friday
I find it hilarious that when I went to google and typed in my first and last name and then hit images this was the first thing that came up. Aren’t I a peach? I sure hope no one important, say Peyton Manning, does a google image search for me! Eeks!

Have you ever googled imaged yourself?
do you believe in ghosts?
I loved reading all your confessions yesterday some of them were quite funny (cough Heather cough cough) and a lot of you had some great tips on finding deals from Antropologie. (yay!)
Today I wasnt to talk about ghosts. Seriously. Do you believe in them? I think I kinda do. I have had a few random and weird experiences that have pushed me over the believing edge. I truly believe I lived in a haunted house in college. I am convinced. That house was creeeepy! It had a bad energy from the very first night we (me plus my two roommates) slept there. Something just always felt a little off and uncomfortable. As time went on certain questionable things happened.
Let’s start from the beginning and build up. Minor things happened first. Like doors would just randomly close. I would be in my bedroom and the door would just shut. Not slam but just shut like someone had come up to it and pulled it closed. This would happen when I was home alone. A little odd. Or one night while lying in bed looking up at the ceiling the fan started moving. It looked like someone had just come up there and hit the fan hard making is spin. Then it would just gradually stop. Those were the only two things that ever happened in my room.
But the freakiest and most terrified I ever was one night in the very middle of the night. My roommate woke up and thought she saw someone walking out of her room. She assumed it was either me or my other roommate. She got up, woke me up and asked me if I had just been in her room. I hadn’t. I had been asleep. So together we walked down the hall to our other roommate’s room and woke her up. She was asleep to and claimed not to have been in anyone’s room. Well being three single girls living alone…we kinda started freaking out. We were all three on top of my roommates bed when her cell phone started ringing. We all three jumped and no one wanted to get up to answer the phone. It stopped ringing and immediately started ringing again. Finally we looked at the cell phone only to discover that the incoming number was our own landline phone number from inside our own house. Holy crap…I have never been so scared in my entire life. We did end up getting out of bed and walking around the house only to discover every door and window was locked and no one was inside our house. No one. Freakiest thing ever.
Do you have your own personal ghost story?
Do you believe in ghosts?
confessions
Wow. I so glad everyone enjoyed the raw marriage post yesterday. I think we all related to one another on at least one thing from Gretchen Rubin’s The Happiness Project. Great great book! My book club is meeting on August 25th to discuss and I can’t wait!
Since yesterday was such a heavy post I am definitely going to keep things light today. I figured I haven’t done any confessions lately so why not get those off my chest today, no?
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Keith and I have fallen back onto the Diet Coke train…it aint pretty friends. It aint pretty.
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I watched The Bachelor Pad on Monday night (hangs her head in shame)
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Keith and I slept in our guest room last night just for fun. That room is so pretty and rarely gets used. We figured, why not?
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Keith got a new client. She is the wife of a plastic surgeon. Think about that for a moment and then tell me what a good wife I AM!
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I am hooked (or more like full on addicted) to The Fitnessista’s perfect protein pancakes.
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I know I just cut my hair off this summer but I secretly wish for long thick hair.
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I can’t afford a single thing from Anthropologie but I really really really wish I could.
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I totally facebook stalk people’s photos. Please tell me I am not the only one!
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I watch 90210 reruns every Sunday morning. It’s my ritual. Keith knows better than to say anything! 😉
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I check the lotto numbers even though I never buy lotto tickets.
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I had a dream last night and I looked like Angie Harmon…then I woke up. I better have that dream again tonight. I looked GOOD!
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I hate frosting. Really hate it. Whenever I eat cake or cupcakes I always scrape the icing off. Bleh.
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Only 32 more days until I get to see Peyton Manning in action. Not that I am marking each day on the calendar with a big “X” or anything like that. Not at all.
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Last I made the easiest recipe ever for dinner but it tasted like a million bucks! Quesadillas topped with Greek yogurt (tastes just like sour cream for all you skeptics but sooooo much healthier for you!!!)
Your turn, give me a laugh…confess to something!
dissecting my marriage
Sometimes I treat my blog as my own personal journal. This is one of those time. Today I am talking about my marriage.
In my more insecure days it wasn’t enough for Keith to tell me that he loved me. I wanted to him to tell me why he loved me. The why was more important than hearing the actual words. Now it’s usually a joke between us. Every so often if I say, “I love you” he will grin and say, “oh yeah? Why?” This usually results in me rolling my eyes and giving him a playful shove. But it got me thinking about what exactly love means to me. I also am reading The Happiness Project for my book club (Actually I am reading it aloud to Keith every night) and there is an entire chapter dedicated to what she does to improve her marriage. She explains that her marriage is/was fine to being with but that there was always ways to make things better. I totally agree with that. No one person is perfect so therefore no marriage with two people is perfect.
Gretchen Rubin, the author, talks about a few points and a couple of them really hit home for me. One was to “Fight Right.” She talks about how every couple fights and that research shows that it isn’t about how often you fight but how dirty you fight that affects your happiness. Here’s the thing. I am a dirty fighter. I am a hit-below-the-belt-and-keeping-on-punching type of fighter. I am quick to anger, quick to blow up and fairly quick to calm down. Keith, on the other hand, is a slow boiler and tends to be a little more passive aggressive in his fighting techniques. In looking at our families I think it is safe to say that we learned these behaviors. Neither one is good but it is just the way we both are. Recognizing it and then working on it is the best way to try to “fight right” so that we (even when we are upset and angry) can still show our love for one another. We’re working on it. I am working on not seeing how loud I can scream and what comment I can make that will be the meanest and Keith is working on letting me know when I start to irritate him rather than waiting 2 months and make passive comments along the way. I have heard of all kinds of techniques in which people fight holding hands or fight naked. I don’t think I am there yet…but working on using an indoor voice instead of a pitch that would rival most NFL coaches in the lockeroom is something I can start with.
Another thing Gretchen talks about that really hit home for me was her need for gold stars. What does that mean? Basically she needs constant praise and recognition for a job well done. When I got to this part in the book Keith was literally trying to stifle his laughter to the point where he was snorting. 😉 It is so true. Keith is really great at handing out “gold stars” when he appreciates something I have done but when he doesn’t I feel like he doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. This is entirely NOT true and reading about Gretchen’s experience made me realize that Keith is very appreciative of everything I do even if he doesn’t tell me every single minute. So instead I am focusing on doing things like making the bed, cleaning the kitchen, etc, not because I want Keith to say good job but because those things really do make me more happy.
Gretchen also talks about not taking her husband for granted. I think Keith and I both do this without realizing it and we both got a reality check this past summer. We both went on vacations that didn’t include the other. First I went to Arizona to see Katie and Lori and then about a month later Keith went to San Diego with some of his friends. When I got home from my vacation Keith kept telling me he realized how much I do around the house. And then when Keith was gone I realized how much he does. I was literally exhausted when Keith got home. I think it helped us both to see that we each have important roles in making our lives and household run smoothly. So whenever I start to feel like I am doing everything myself I think back to when Keith was gone when I really was doing everything myself and I realize that we are both working together a a team.

Finally let’s talk about snapping. I will use it in an example. I have a competitive streak. I hate to lose. To the point where sometimes doing things with me isn’t soooo much fun. I want to win all the time. I am trying to let that go a little. Scrabble would be a lot more fun if I didn’t pout when Keith gets a triple word. Why not just tell him good job on a great play? It doesn’t make me feel good when I snap some biting comment. All this does is make me feel guilty and ashamed of my behavior and then because I feel so guilty I snap again. Not because I am mad at Keith but because I am mad at myself for acting so childish. So I am working on being more aware of the comments that come out of my mouth and if I do slip and snap at Keith I am trying to recognize it before continuing the cycle.

So there it is. All the things that one book made me think about. It’s a great book and I think that it has something for everybody in it. Above all it makes me realize how lucky I am to have Keith. We are a great team with a lot of love between us and that is really special.
Do you do any of the things I mentioned above?
What do you think the biggest challenge is in a relationship?




