Love and puppy blackmail

April 4, 2008 at 10:10 am | Posted in Love, Puppy | 4 Comments

It’s Friday. Finally. Sean came home last night and by the time I got home from work at around nine, he had prepared an incredible dinner for us.  I’m lucky.

I think Jasmine missed Sean as much as I did.

And today is Friday which usually means that I usually have two more days of work left in my week, but I was able to take tomorrow off to prepare for a big party we’re having here on Sunday. Me? Not have to work on Saturday? Phenomenal.

It’s a rainy dreary day around here, which can only mean one thing….


Oh, I am so showing this picture to their significant others when they get older.

Now 3AM and middle-aged

March 31, 2008 at 3:00 am | Posted in Love, Puppy, Sean-ism | 4 Comments

Since I still can’t sleep, I’ll share with you a revelation we stumbled upon today.

Sean and I were finishing up the monotonous chore of painting our bedroom in time for the arrival of our new furniture on Wednesday morning. The dogs were sleeping in their respective corners and Sean had completed his task of paint rolling.

All that was left to do now was trim, and I hate trimming. Sean mentioned that since his work was done he was going to hop outside for a smoke and then start work on vacuuming the downstairs.

So I said, “Daddy, do you want to take the babies outside with you?”

And he answered, “They just went, I think they’d rather sleep up here with you, Mommy.”

And then we realized… (cue sudden awareness music)… Sean and I used to make fun of couples that called each other Daddy and Mommy when their kids weren’t even in the room and now we were doing it.

But we don’t have kids yet! I’m not even middle aged yet! And since we’ve adopted them we’ve been throwing around the terminology: Daddy, Mommy, Son, Daughter.

Not that we’re going to stop calling each other those silly terms. I just wanted to make us all aware that Sean and I are now officially annoying dorks, and we really love our dogs.

For your sake, I promise that I’ll try not to call him Daddy when you come to visit, unless I mean it in a kinky way. Har har.

He thinks my tractor’s sexy… for now

March 27, 2008 at 8:33 pm | Posted in Love, silly pants | 1 Comment

My friend Martin at work showed me this joke today:

After being married for 44 years, I took a careful look at my wife
One day and said, “Honey, 44 years ago we had a cheap apartment, a
Cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10-inch black and white
TV, but I got to sleep every night with a hot 21-year-old gal.

Now I have a $500,000.00 home, a $45,000.00 car, a nice big bed and
A plasma screen TV, but I’m sleeping with a 65-year-old woman. It
Seems to me that you’re not holding up your side of things.”

My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told me to go out and find
A hot 21-year-old gal, and she would make sure that I would once again
Be living in a cheap apartment, driving a cheap car, sleeping on a
Sofa bed and watching a 10-inch black and white TV.

I know that I won’t have anything to worry about 44 years from now. Sean could never settle for watching his Red Sox/Giants on anything but High Def.

When I asked Sean if he’d leave me for a hot 21 year old in 44 years he said “No, but will you change my diapee and powder my bum?” and I had to think for a second if I’d rather be watching my shows from a cheap sofa bed.

Party in my office

March 25, 2008 at 7:38 pm | Posted in family, Home, Love | Comments Off on Party in my office

Upon waking

March 19, 2008 at 9:09 am | Posted in Life, Love | 1 Comment

I am not awake yet and perhaps I should know better than to post while I am still asleep, but I like taking those few minutes between wake and slumber and recording them to read after I’ve had my morning caffeine.

It’s raining outside yet again.  At this point I am wishing for summer and warmth, ten hours ago we had snowfall and March is more than halfway through.

I woke up thinking that perhaps I shouldn’t be wearing my new high heels to work today, and debated whether or not to wear rain boots with my corporate attire.  If I decide yes, I will have to clean off the mud from yesterday’s dog park excursion.  And then I think to the overbearing woman at the park who asked me if my rain boots were “barn boots” as if she wanted to ask “Did you just roll out of bed?”.  Maybe they won’t go well with a business suit.

On Wednesdays, I wake up and count how many days are left in my work week.  Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday.  Four.  I always feel overwhelmed and want nothing more than to spend the day at home with Sean instead.  The funny thing is that I love my job, absolutely love my job… I just love being at home with Sean more; but he is at work, too, and so I shower and dress and get through one more day.  This is life.

I know that I am in love when there is nothing I’d rather do than to be with him.  I can’t think of a single thing that I need or want that I don’t already have, and complete fulfillment is this incredible feeling, like finishing a crossword puzzle or coming in first to a race you thought you’d lose.

I’d better go shower.


March 15, 2008 at 7:28 am | Posted in Love, Sean | 4 Comments

…he listens when I stomp, “I’ve got nothing to wear!!” I think my favorite part of this present is that he volunteered to go shopping for new clothes with me. Any woman knows that this is not an easy feat for those of the opposite gender. That boy must love me.

Happy 2nd Anniversary, Love.

March 14, 2008 at 7:02 pm | Posted in Love, Sean | 6 Comments


March 8, 2008 at 11:21 am | Posted in Love | Comments Off on LOVE IN

Yes, it’s Saturday and I’m not at work! I switched schedules with a coworker and somehow managed to take a Saturday off. Sean and I have been dreaming of the things we could do together for a WHOLE weekend all week.

We’ve decided that we’re going to work around the house, paint the bedroom, maybe furniture shop… we’re happy just to be together for 48 hours. I can’t even begin to explain how amazing it is to have two consecutive days to ourselves without me rushing out to work early Saturday. I can only hope that someday this two-day weekend will become a common occurrence.

An unexpected dance

March 3, 2008 at 10:22 pm | Posted in Love, Sean | 2 Comments

Have I mentioned that I am madly in love with this man?

She needed a middle name

February 28, 2008 at 10:23 pm | Posted in Love, Puppy | Comments Off on She needed a middle name

And her Daddy picked just the right one:

Please meet Jasmine Beatrice Malone.

11 more hours

February 25, 2008 at 10:18 am | Posted in Love, Sean | 5 Comments

We work opposite shifts.  By the time I leave for work, Sean has already completed half a work day, and it will be eleven more hours until we see each other again.

I miss him every day but Mondays are the worst.


February 23, 2008 at 10:15 pm | Posted in family, Love, Memories | Comments Off on Nephew

My favorite picture of Alex; taken April of 2006


February 17, 2008 at 9:13 am | Posted in Life, Love, Sean | 5 Comments

Sean is trying to quit smoking this weekend. I’m not sure who is feeling the detox more: him or me. I have to reassure myself that I was cranky when I quit smoking, too, and not just for a weekend but I was moody for a whole month. And he still loved me.

I don’t think his cold is helping him through this much either. We plan on locking ourselves at home today to catch up on some much needed housework. Maybe I’ll slip some Nicorette gum in his coffee to help us him relax.

So proud of you, baby!

What I came home to on Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2008 at 9:59 pm | Posted in Love | 3 Comments

I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

Ah, romance.

February 14, 2008 at 10:11 am | Posted in Love, Sean-ism | Comments Off on Ah, romance.

We’ve decided to take it easy this Valentine’s Day. We have too much wonderfulness to handle: a huge house and two dogs. Sean and I aren’t much for celebrating anyhow, we would rather cuddle up on the couch together than go to a fancy restaurant.

So Sean asked, what do you want for Valentine’s Day.

I said, I dunno, maybe a flower? Just one though, don’t spend a thousand dollars on flowers or anything.

His reply: “Would you be offended if I went and cut you a flower from the cemetery?”

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