Married Life | Jendi's Journal

Bacon Is So Good

July 3, 2009 By Jendi 8 Comments

My man is home today. Technically he has off work, but I’m hoping that he will do things around the house, so that means he’s not really off – doesn’t it?

bacon This is a perk of having him here for breakfast. He doesn’t mind cooking the bacon. We’re also having waffles. I don’t need to tell you that they’re the toaster kind.

I love bacon! At my parents house bacon was a side dish. One pack would last a couple days. There would be 2 or 3 pieces per person. On our honeymoon my husband suggested we have bacon sandwiches. ”Bacon sandwiches?” Oh they were good! It felt so decadent to eat a whole pound of bacon for one meal! My man likes his bread toasted to almost burnt with crunchy bacon in between. I like my bread warmed and cheese on the chewy bacon.

We still use one pack per meal, but there are 5 of us to eat it now. How fast does bacon go in your house? Are there more people that prefer it chewy or crunchy?

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Different Paths Same Destination

June 4, 2009 By Jendi 2 Comments

Sometimes my husband and I speak 2 languages. It’s technically both American, but we can’t understand each other. I explain things the way that makes perfect sense to me. He tries to tell me a totally different way. I, of course, think my way is simpler, but he just doesn’t get it.

We both end up at the same conclusion so it doesn’t really matter, right?

On a slightly different note. I’m so glad that there are electronics to tell directions. My Mr. Wonderful is a true man and would not stop for directions, but he loves electronics so we’re all good!

None of you have these problems with your men, right?

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If It Goes He Can Drive It

November 17, 2008 By Jendi Leave a Comment

My husband can drive just about anything. He hasn’t learned how to fly a plane yet so I say just about. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he learns how to some time in the future.

When he was little he “drove” his big wheel. I had one of those too. Weren’t they great fun! My husband drove his big wheel down a full flight of stairs. On purpose. In a couple more years he was “driving” his bicycle all over. Then he moved on to lawn tractors. By the age of 12 he was driving a little Datsun that had 4 on the floor. Not on the road, of course; he drove through fields. At the age of 16 he breezed through getting his driver’s license in a huge old cadillac that he still likens to a boat. His first full size pickup was 3 on the column.

While we were expecting our first child he supplemented our income by getting his CDL and driving a school bus. That was after the job at the truck loading place didn’t work out. Bad hours, but he learned a lot about driving a fork lift.

A few years later he had a job at a company that fixed, sold, and rented construction equipment. He had a title and an office, but it was also his job to drive and operate the rollback truck. At that same company he kept inventory of the yard and learned the basics of driving everything from a skid loader to a 60 ton dump truck.

Now he is learning to be a train engineer. Do you see why I wouldn’t be surprised if he takes flying lessons in the future?

He is even good at driving me crazy!

P.S. Due to threats of no payment for my domain name if I post his picture I have only included a picture of the Trans Am that he drove for our first date (with his sister and her husband). He had to sell it due to needing money to get married.

See honey, I didn’t even mention that I never got a chance to drive it!

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Romance on My Mind

October 3, 2008 By Jendi 5 Comments

My husband has loved me through many ups and downs. He loves me when I’m happy, when I’m not happy, and when I’m worse than not happy.

He loves me when I bake him cookies, and when he can’t find a place on the counter to sit his cup.

He loves me when I have the house picture perfect [rare occasion] and when I use his camera then don’t put it back so he can’t find it.

He loves me when I make his favorite foods, and when I don’t pack his lunch.

He loves me when I iron his shirts, and when he has to dig in the dryer for socks.

He loves me when I take care of the children, and when I lock myself in my room and leave the kids with him.

He loves me when I’m dressed up for church, and when it’s the first thing in the morning – ‘nough said.

He loves me when I make money online, and when I mess up the computer so he has to redo everything.

He loves me when I’m singing, and when I’m snarling.

I don’t have a spectacular conclusion for you. Just that real love is not given to someone because they deserve it.

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Have you ever watched the movie Just Like Heaven? [I'm not endorsing, just remembering.]

David describes his wife Laura to Elizabeth by the little things she did that drove him crazy. It makes me melt every time. It has so much more meaning than if he would have described how perfect she was.

You can hear his description in the first 2 minutes of this clip. If you haven’t watched the movie I suggest that you stop the clip at the 2 minute mark.

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I’m Stuck In a Mattress Rut

August 11, 2008 By Jendi 10 Comments

On Saturday my husband and I moved our bed to the other side of the room. He suggested that we switch sides of the bed.

I thought it would be no big deal, but boy was I wrong. Saturday night was a night of very little sleep for me. Him? He slept like a log.

My preferred side of the bed is left when you are looking at the bed from the foot, or right if your back is against the headboard. From here on I will refer to the side I like as the left side because it sounds more artistic.

As I was tossing and turning Saturday night I realized that I have slept on the left side of the bed 9 out of 10 years of marriage, AND all of my high school years at my parents house. So that ruled out the idea that this particular mattress is more comfortable on the left.

Years ago I heard about a man that always slept closer to the door of wherever he and his wife were staying. That sounded so sweet and romantic. Tried it, doesn’t work for me. I don’t get enough sleep on the right side of the bed.

In my case the right side of the bed is the wrong side.

My husband reassured me that if something or someone threatening comes through the door, about 3 feet isn’t going to make much difference. Then he promptly rolled over and went to sleep. On the right side of the bed, thank goodness.

I’m tempted to see how many nights it would take for me to sleep well on the other side of the bed…. no, I better not. Because lack of sleep means lack of getting work done; and both of the the aforementioned contribute to lack of happiness, otherwise known as crankiness. Momma wouldn’t be happy, and we all know that “When Momma ain’t happy…”

So, why does it matter which side I’m on when I’m sleeping with my eyes shut? Does anyone else have this problem? (If it is a problem. I think it’s perfectly normal, of course.)

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