Just a CRAZY pipe Dream,

But isn’t that how all genius idea start? Just some crazy dream you thought up while taking a shower or walking down the street? I think so.

So when my little brother text me and asked if I wanted to put $20 into a California Lottery ticket pot, I thought for minute about it. At the time the jack pot was just over $500 million. So I called Adam.

I pulled out the cash.

Dropped if off for my brother and didn’t think much about it.

It’s been kind of funny, Grant is taking it so seriously. So he text us all when he received our cash, our proof in the event someone contests! And he even sent us all a picture of the despot slip as proof he Paid Steve.

SO this morning when I got a bunch of picture of our Lotto tickets, so we could verify winning numbers I about died laughing. Until I thought, WHAT IF WE WON?!?!?!

But isn’t that how all gambling problems start. The HOPE that you could be that lucky one. EVEN though the odds are stacked so HIGH against you, it still could happen…..

And if it did, we already identified our spending priorities.

1. House in the US
2. Take care of our families
3. European Vacation
4. Car
5. Savings

So Keep your fingers crossed for us!
Unless your numbers are in there too....then I don't know what to say but that I hope my luck is better than yours!

♥ theMRS.

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sometimes life feels a bit too much like this:



And then you regroup and move forward. Pressing through the reality to find hope. again.
New dreams.
to be lived for, no matter what reality throws at you.


♥ theMRS.

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Radio Silence

Sometimes you just need a break.

A break from life.

Maybe it’s because life is so great that you just don’t have a spare free moment to write or talk or keep up with people. Other times its because life does not work out the way you hoped or planned & you need a moment or two to regroup. Or maybe the winter is getting too long, you are sick of dark days that bleed into dark nights of cold nothingness.

Mostly likely, it’s a combination of the three.

So I took a break.

& coming back this time I wonder, do I want to keep posting.

I used to loved to write. To craft our storied into funny little antidotes. Slivers of our life together that I wanted to remember. Then blogging got to serious. Comparing or competing. That wasn’t very fun. So I debate. Posting publicly. Going private. Or back to a journal, where I share my insights into our life with no one but myself.

I love my blogging buddies. The friends I’ve made across the world from this little piece of the internet. So I am torn.

To continue with some radio silence while I make a new plan .

Or to be back in action completely.

♥ theMRS.

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Dear Future Children,

Your dad is good at taking care of a sickie. Hope sometimes he plays hookie at work and takes care of you when you aren't feeling well. He does it with this flair that makes you feel so special and taken care of. I hate going to the doctor. So when I wanst feeling well, I avoided it for over a week. I kept getting worse, so your dad insisted that I go. 

He made me call into work, so he could take me to the doctor. We need to find a real doctor- that we can go to routinely. So instead we headed to the ihop for breakfast and then to the insta-care. There is something about a GIANT hot chocolate that makes you feel like everything is going to be ok, even if you have no idea how things will turn out. 

He talked for me when we were checking in and talking to the nurses because my voice was so hoarse that it hurt to even try to speak. & when the Doctor wanted to send me away without anything for the pain, he objected. Then he drove to the pharmacy to get my prescriptions filled and took me home to bed. 

Over the next few days he took care of me. Let me sleep late and hog all the good pillows. He brought me ice water and my meds when it was time to take them again. On Saturday he brought me a GIANT Diet Coke and a burger King breakfast sandwich. Not that Diet Coke or Burger King has any healing powers, but the nice thought did. 

& on Sunday he cooked me my favorite Ethiopian food. Let me watch crappy movies on the couch and rubbed my back. 

 When I was little I used to love sick days. Mostly because I would get to stay home with my mom and not have any of my brothers or sisters around. Mumsie would make me a bed on the couch out of the fluffy down blankets and bring us water with a straw. It was the best. 

Having your dad take care of me was just like that all over again. It was nice to not have to worry about anything. To have a little time with him. To get taken care of. It was magical. And I am feeling MUCH better.

♥ Mom

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a {LOVE} Letter, of sorts

The other day Adam said:

thank you for loving me. 

It was honest. 

Sweet. 

& an acknowledgment of our basic human need being filled. We all need to be loved. 

I thanked him in return for loving me. For taking care of me. It's a difficult job that he signed up for, and I am so grateful that he did. 

♥ theMRS.

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