What a sad life without my beautiful wife

Monday June 17th, 2009.

Last night she left me behind and ...its me and the dogs alone for 2 weeks. The house is too quite for me. I am not sure how long this will be.
It's been quite awhile since I've written. But, Diego's office sent out a newsletter stating how Diego wants to so very much to write in this and now I've been guilted into complying.
Last week, I went to Dallas to find a house with Diego. We found one and it is GORGEOUS! I'm ecstatic. It is completely brick, which has always been my Southern fantasy. The kitchen is humongous, which is a definite necessity with my constant need to bake.
Besides finding the house, Diego and I got to make up for all those months and months of dates we'd gone without. Our usual babysitter left for college in May, and since then, we've not been out. It was so much fun to pretend that we were young and newly married again, without kids. We dressed up for romantic meals, dressed in leather for a rodeo, and dressed in sweats as we cuddled. It's amazing how much you can realize your need and love for a person until you spend time away. Diego was so cute and protective, constantly trying to show that I was his. He didn't need to. I already was. (I know, I'll stop the mush, but cut me some slack, I was in major dating bankruptcy). Diego was so cute and had a Texas Longhorns sweatshirt waiting for me, since he knew I'd be FREEZING! My gosh, I can't believe this Chicago girl has gotten so spoiled by weather. I seriously believe my blood has thinned. I can't imagine anymore what it was like as a little girl going to school in -10 degrees with -20 windchill--the snow crusted over with ice.
Diego has embraced Texas as he has with any place we've lived. He lived in the same place for almost all of his life and so the idea of moving is difficult for him. He embraces and becomes apart of wherever it is that we live. I'm always amazed how he knows more things about a city than the locals. I, on the other hand, have never really placed roots so I'm actually ready to leave. My father calls it the "2-year itch." We moved about that often all through my growing up.
Diego and I both came to Miami for Thanksgiving. My mom made the turkey and I went a little crazy on the desserts: pecan pie, lemon merengue pie, pumpkin cheesecake, and double chocolate brownies. Needless to say, I swear I gained back all the weight I had just lost to be able to fit into those suede pants in Dallas.
Corbin made the Principal's Honor Roll the other day. We are SO proud of him. That kid is so fricken smart! I'm a little nervous that his new school in Dallas won't have a gifted program for him. But, he's just so friendly and bright, that I know he'll make it no matter what. Gavin has been obsessed with WALL E. I think he's watched it 20 times in the last week. But, I don't mind. That movie is so cute and I also have a horrible habit of crying at Disney movies. The part when EVE tries to make WALL E remember by holding his hand and his fingers tighten and they...well anyways, I cry. I cry in Cars too. I'm such a loser. Gavin also believes that he is Indiana Jones. He puts on his hat and grabs his whip, waving it at pretend spiders and snakes. Though, since he seems to hate clothes, he ends up usually being Indiana Jones in underwear. Well, this will have to do. I have to run and get Corbin.

My husband never ceases to amaze me: a man who lives for football and acts like the typical male in public can be so incredibly sweet. But, believe me, I'm not complaining.

I've decided that they need to rewrite all of those horrible YW manuals and their naive and completely inaccurate depictions of marriage: "there's really no 'one' in life", "when you get married, everything will be perfect", "only date those that you think you could marry", "there's no such things as 'friends' of the opposite sex." There may not be only "one" you could marry, but there is "one" you'd be most happy with. Marrying does not create perfection. I guess that making sure you have the "one" would be a good idea if you're going to be stuck together eternally. I definitely did not only date guys I would have possibly married. If so that means I would have married a homo or a drug dealer. Both were fantastic guys, but not really those you want to/could have kids with. Having friends of the opposite sex is a flawed statement. I think women have the power in this. I was once told by a guy friend that a guy can never "truly" be friends with an atttractive girl. He's always thought sexually about her at least once. Which is why I hate all those cute little, single girls on my husband's facebook. But, the "rule" is flawed because my best friend is my spouse. When I was teaching, all of my "overly sex-driven" teenaged students had no real concept of love. I asked them, what happens when their looks fade or when they realize that as adults, most often their relationships take place mostly over the phone? If your relationship is based solely on sex, it will definitely lead to very short conversations and a lot of uncomfortable silence. Marriage is about seeing your spouse passed out by the toilet after throwing up and still having the desire to kiss them. It's about watching your millionth episode of Spongbob with 2 little bodies in between and you still manage to grasp eachother's fingers behind the couch. My grandmother used to run to her bedroom to put on lipstick when she heard my grandfather's car pull up and still managed to kiss each other "hello" with 17 little kids running interference. That's marriage. Time to rewrite those manuals.

Starting up....

After reading several blogs and thinking "what is the use?," I decided to start one (without asking Amie) and talk about our lives together. Amie is a real gem; quite the complex person. She can be as sweet as newly wed and as feisty as politician when she feels her (or her family's) rights are being violated. That makes my marriage an incredible experience and I am very happy I ended up with her. I can't thank heavenly father enough times.

So the purpose of this will be to see if Amie writes on the blog (as she is a writer you see...) and hopefully we can get great stories from our family published in the now very conventional way of technology. We are special; just like you and everyone else who has happiness in their lives.

Who is more terrible?