Everyday Stuff

I realized I haven't posted in a while so I will fill you in on general stuff. Last week Rele and I were inducted into the hall of fame! Ok, we were just presented w/certificates from our church that we completed the new members class. It was exciting. I've never been an official member as an adult w/o my parents. Anyway, Mr. Rockstar played drums on Wed. night and for Sunday Easter services. He is so cute up there playing his little heart out! I have quite a conflict because I'm in church, but my husband is soooo sexy on the drums! Anyway, Travis played the part of God in a skit in his classroom. He did a very good job! Grandma & Grandpa came to see him and when he first came on stage Hunter yells, "There's Travis!"
There's not much else going on. I am impatiently wating on my newest purchase. It's a banana bag, Dooney & Bourke, denim w/red trim!!! I'm too excited to sleep!

I got honked at!

So, I was driving down Menaul, the wind in my hair, my way cool shades on, and I got honked at! Wow! I still got! At 31, with 2 kids, 7yrs of marriage, driving the family car, oh yeah!
I look over and this policman puts up his hand and flashes 3 then 5 very forcefully and with great authority! I was going 40 in a 35 and he expected me to slow down MORE! All kinds of things flashed through my head. First of all I was appalled at being singled out. Secondly, what are the cars that are black and grey? Obviously not APD, so who does he think he is? He was in uniform but do I really have to listen to him? All this is going on in my head. In reality, I nod my head ok, smile sheepishly, and slow.down.to.the.speed.limit. Can you even imagine?! I was already being considerate by going 40 and not kicking it up to 50 like normal.
Anyway, I later learned that yes indeed, the black and grey cars are legit. and he could have pulled me over and given me a ticket or taken me jail if he so desired. So, thank you Mr. Policeman for only giving me hand signals, and thank you to me for keeping myself in check and obeying the laws of the land, no matter how irritatingly SLOW they may be.

My Husband

Can I just tell you what an amazing husband I have?! He is so perfect for me and I can't believe that God has blessed me w/such a wonderful man. He spoils me so much it's not even funny. He makes me feel secure in our relationship, in myself, and in life. He doesn't make me feel self- conscious about my weight, or any of my other gazillion insecurities. He does housework, cooking, and takes care of the kids! Don't get me wrong, he's not perfect. He's a bit of a bad boy and likes to see how far he can push me sometimes. We are such opposites and almost never like the same thing, or have much in common, and we both came into this marriage w/a TON of baggage. We met and married in a month, each w/a child, and we have worked so hard to keep it together. I bring this up because we have a couple of friends that are having a really rough time in their marriages and it's something that is so hard to see happen. So, I'm thinking of all the good things my husband does and I'm always thankful that we can have fun and work together and strive to reach the same goals.When we do have conflict, Rele is usually the peacemaker and tries to make sure we talk things out. That's no easy task, believe me. I'm a control freak, a perfectionist, stubborn, prideful and a bunch of other things we don't need to get into, because this is about Rele.
example:He's been running early in the mornings for at least the past year. I decide to join a gym because our stupid treadmill doesn't work. It's not that it's broken, it's that I've used it at least a half a dozen or so times, and HELLO!!! I'm still not in the pound range I want to be. Anyway, so I join a gym and try a couple of different times to go, and find that in the morning will work the best. So, Rele says fine, and he's been getting up a half hour before the crack of dawn, just so he can be back in time for me to go to my workout! Priceless.
I don't deserve him but I'm keeping him and I hope that I can be half the person he is.(Not just because that's how much I want to weigh either.) ;)
Oh, and have I mentioned that he's going to tattoo my name on his chest AND that he rides a Harley?! That's hot.