It's been a while. Seems no matter how hard I try I just don't have the happenings enough to hold down a periodic blog.

My muse and I, since the last post, have become one as man and wife. Ten weeks or so later and I still find myself staring caught up in the thoughts related to my disbelief that we are indeed married.

My personal track record has not been all that...positive in this particular area of social behavior. I worry that whatever has bee a problem in the past will again do so between Teri and I. I find it interesting because normally I'm not one to fear. I try hard to surround myself only in those endeavors that I am fully confident that I can accomplish. What normally comes across, I believe, as conceit is my confidence and surety in what I do.

I am sick and tired of staring at the four walls of Miscatonia and am in desperate need of weather nice enough to be outside for prolonged periods of time and over the course of several days. Don't misunderstand most of the things I truly enjoy are sedentary things ie. reading, movies, podcasting. I need the sun and fresh aire to reinvigorate me after too long away from both.

Mike and Nick, my sons, amuse and befuddle me on a regular basis. I remember my turn gion through my middle and late teens as they are and I don't seem to recall the things they are encountering. Not sure of it is a faulty memory or things are truly that different.

More later I suppose. Ciao.

Married....

I am a married woman again. It is becoming more and more real...got the social security card in my "new" name. That's a reality check. I am the happiest I have ever been in my whole life. Growing up my childhood was full of a lot of scary stuff. My first marriage was full of a lot of scary stuff. This relationship is not. I feel safe and secure and loved. My new husband is my very best friend. I cannot not think of a thing that he does that gets on my nerves. It's amazing! I'm sure that will not last forever, but for now it's great!!!

Some people might be bored with the everyday hum-drum of life but I love it. I love being able to come home to someone who smiles when I walk in the room and is genuinely happy to see me. I love cooking dinner (and even cleaning up afterward) knowing that I have done something with my two hands that benefited (and hopefully pleased) someone I love. I love sitting on the couch doing "whatever" beside the one I love...whether we talk or not, just knowing that he is but a touch and a smile away ( and I might even get to steal a smoocharoonie or two) is just the greatest joy. And I love the peace...there is such a peace between us. We know each other. And even more important than we love each other, we like each other. That makes a big diffence.