I want to re-write my wedding vows. Then I want to have a do-over with the whole ceremony so that I know the important things that should be promised, are promised.
I don't know how much I would change about mine, but the parts that Sam has to say I would most certainly like to add some things...
For example ...
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I promise to pick up my wrappers & drink cans from the end table before I go to bed each & every night.
I swear to never complain about the way you cook, do laundry, make the bed, or clean. I will simply always appreciate the effort.
I promise to always go grocery shopping with you, I eat the food too, therefore would love to participate in the selecting of it.
I will never ask for a "prize" just to go to wal-mart or target with you. I will go just for the sheer pleasure of spending time together.
I swear that my clothes will always make it into the hamper.
I promise to stop hanging towels off the bedroom door, and to never ever just toss them into the tub, because someone could accidentally soak them when they turn the shower on.
I will not hog the covers.
I promise to always hold onto your purse when you ask me, and I will do so proudly because it will show everyone that I do not feel emasculated by helping my wife out.
and most importantly ...
I will always leave the room to fart because I realize that they just don't smell the same to you as they do to me.
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Then there is one part that I would simply edit, I'm sure you'll recognize it .....
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.... for richer or for poorer, in sickness, which by the way I promise to never act like a big giant crybaby complaining so much that you'll want to jam ice picks in your ears to just make it stop, and I will realize that if indeed I expect the world to stop because I don't feel well, then if you are ever sick, I will make sure that you have nothing to do other than feel better because I will take care of the house & children, and in health, 'til death do us part.....
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I'm sure he wouldn't want to change a thing on mine ...................
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Holiday Road...... the finale
I'm sorry. I just can't do it. I thought it would be one of those things that were frusterating when the happened, and be funny later on..... It's not. Please understand while we were in NC, it was one of the most relaxing & wonderful vacations we've had..... It was getting there, and getting home....
Each time one of my girls says something like "if we walked to North Carolina instead of driving would we be there yet? " (Libby) or "Two months ago today we were driving to North Carolina" (Sam), my stomach flips, I break out in a cold sweat, and I bury my head in my hands trying to think nice thoughts, and to not remember......
Nope, it's not funny yet.
I will wrap it up though, it's been like a hang-nail waiting, and hurting a little, so I'll just go ahead & rip it off quick & hopefully without pain....
Our "detour" put us 100 miles out of the way. Up a mountain with a road so narrow I thought we were going to tip over the edge. I swear I was leaning in towards Sam as he drove (the edge was on my side of the van) with my book in front of my face so he couldn't see my eyes were closed..... Well he did.... didn't appreciate it much either..... Once we were safe again, the mountain road ended at V. With no signs & Sammy was almost yelling/chanting "which way, which way, which way you're the one with the map!!! which way, which way....." Well I offered up a prayer & guessed & a few miles down the road, we were right !!!! Hooray!
There was one "missed a turn" & having to back-track about 20 miles...... Then (I forget where) there was a college game going on , and the traffic was reminisent of rt. 81....
I almost can't talk about it anymore....
Let's just say we arrived & we arrived safe. My father-in-law was kind enough to have a bottle of wine waiting for me, so the first thing I did was pour myself a glass... We had been at the house for approximately three minutes....
I walked away for a minute...... 30 seconds..... and in his excitement of unwrapping the zwiegel hot dogs we brought down with us, my father-in-law knocked the whole glass, of RED wine, onto the WHITE carpet in the dining room..... in this same moment Sammy yelled from the bedroom that the dog had just jumped up onto our bed & peed all over it. I felt as if our craziness followed us right into the house..... I thought they might just ask us to leave..... but they didn't..... and the carpet eventaully came clean, and we kept the dog off the bed.... and we had a great time :)
Until we had to drive home.......
p.s. My in-laws are coming to visit in a few weeks. They are flying.....
Each time one of my girls says something like "if we walked to North Carolina instead of driving would we be there yet? " (Libby) or "Two months ago today we were driving to North Carolina" (Sam), my stomach flips, I break out in a cold sweat, and I bury my head in my hands trying to think nice thoughts, and to not remember......
Nope, it's not funny yet.
I will wrap it up though, it's been like a hang-nail waiting, and hurting a little, so I'll just go ahead & rip it off quick & hopefully without pain....
Our "detour" put us 100 miles out of the way. Up a mountain with a road so narrow I thought we were going to tip over the edge. I swear I was leaning in towards Sam as he drove (the edge was on my side of the van) with my book in front of my face so he couldn't see my eyes were closed..... Well he did.... didn't appreciate it much either..... Once we were safe again, the mountain road ended at V. With no signs & Sammy was almost yelling/chanting "which way, which way, which way you're the one with the map!!! which way, which way....." Well I offered up a prayer & guessed & a few miles down the road, we were right !!!! Hooray!
There was one "missed a turn" & having to back-track about 20 miles...... Then (I forget where) there was a college game going on , and the traffic was reminisent of rt. 81....
I almost can't talk about it anymore....
Let's just say we arrived & we arrived safe. My father-in-law was kind enough to have a bottle of wine waiting for me, so the first thing I did was pour myself a glass... We had been at the house for approximately three minutes....
I walked away for a minute...... 30 seconds..... and in his excitement of unwrapping the zwiegel hot dogs we brought down with us, my father-in-law knocked the whole glass, of RED wine, onto the WHITE carpet in the dining room..... in this same moment Sammy yelled from the bedroom that the dog had just jumped up onto our bed & peed all over it. I felt as if our craziness followed us right into the house..... I thought they might just ask us to leave..... but they didn't..... and the carpet eventaully came clean, and we kept the dog off the bed.... and we had a great time :)
Until we had to drive home.......
p.s. My in-laws are coming to visit in a few weeks. They are flying.....
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Book III : Holiday Road
.... sorry it's taken so long, but for those of you anxiously awaiting the rest of the story, here we go .....
We traveled through West Virginia with NO PROBLEMS! Of course I think we were only in West Virginia for about 10 minutes, and even the Cerami Family can usually muddle through 10 minutes without too much drama.
So as we are headed into Virginia on route 81, we notice traffic slowing down, slowing down, and stopping. Yup, stopping right on the highway. Stopping like people were out of their vehicles walking around.
The first half hour was funny, we thought that there was no way that this was actually happening, and thank goodness we had made good time earlier on in the day, you know we still wanted to arrrive in Pinehurst while it was light.
It wasn't until sometime in the next hour that you could feel the tension rising in the van.
We were crawling along the highway at this point. The kind of crawling that is stay in park until the person in front of you moves 2 feet, then just put it in drive & roll forward a bit. It was at this point that Sam's back was hurting. Did I mention that he drove the whole way? If I didn't I don't know how I could have forgotten, he sure didn't let me forget... even though I offered, a lot. (and of course prayed he would say no, but he doesn't know that). But his back hurt, and he had driven the whole way. Oh and his back hurt & he had driven the whole way, but you know I felt bad for him because his back hurt and he had driven the whole way.
About 10 minutes into the next hour, everyone but me had to pee. I spoke with my dad who suggested they use an empty pop bottle, he must of forgotten that I have GIRLS, and when I suggested it to Sam, he was just insulted !
I will leave out the parts where Sammy would ask if he should try to switch lanes & if he did and someone from our old lane passed us, he would grumble & swear under his breathe. Seems he memorized every car in a mile long line around us, and could remember exactly where we "could have been" or "should have been" had he not listened to me.
ANyway, 2 1/2 hours and about a mile stretch of highway & we were finally moving :) We exicted at the next exit, ate, used the bathrooms, and as we were about to get back on rt. 81 we noticed that it was again at a stand still. Thank goodness I had the AAA map ! (stupid route Sammy had to take) so I found a way of getting to where we had to go & it was only about 1/2 inch on the map. Less than that, a 1/4 inch. I showed Sam & he agreed . Let me say that again..... HA AGREED. So off we go.
You know maps are a funny thing....
TO BE CONTINUED
We traveled through West Virginia with NO PROBLEMS! Of course I think we were only in West Virginia for about 10 minutes, and even the Cerami Family can usually muddle through 10 minutes without too much drama.
So as we are headed into Virginia on route 81, we notice traffic slowing down, slowing down, and stopping. Yup, stopping right on the highway. Stopping like people were out of their vehicles walking around.
The first half hour was funny, we thought that there was no way that this was actually happening, and thank goodness we had made good time earlier on in the day, you know we still wanted to arrrive in Pinehurst while it was light.
It wasn't until sometime in the next hour that you could feel the tension rising in the van.
We were crawling along the highway at this point. The kind of crawling that is stay in park until the person in front of you moves 2 feet, then just put it in drive & roll forward a bit. It was at this point that Sam's back was hurting. Did I mention that he drove the whole way? If I didn't I don't know how I could have forgotten, he sure didn't let me forget... even though I offered, a lot. (and of course prayed he would say no, but he doesn't know that). But his back hurt, and he had driven the whole way. Oh and his back hurt & he had driven the whole way, but you know I felt bad for him because his back hurt and he had driven the whole way.
About 10 minutes into the next hour, everyone but me had to pee. I spoke with my dad who suggested they use an empty pop bottle, he must of forgotten that I have GIRLS, and when I suggested it to Sam, he was just insulted !
I will leave out the parts where Sammy would ask if he should try to switch lanes & if he did and someone from our old lane passed us, he would grumble & swear under his breathe. Seems he memorized every car in a mile long line around us, and could remember exactly where we "could have been" or "should have been" had he not listened to me.
ANyway, 2 1/2 hours and about a mile stretch of highway & we were finally moving :) We exicted at the next exit, ate, used the bathrooms, and as we were about to get back on rt. 81 we noticed that it was again at a stand still. Thank goodness I had the AAA map ! (stupid route Sammy had to take) so I found a way of getting to where we had to go & it was only about 1/2 inch on the map. Less than that, a 1/4 inch. I showed Sam & he agreed . Let me say that again..... HA AGREED. So off we go.
You know maps are a funny thing....
TO BE CONTINUED
Monday, December 8, 2008
Holiday Road, part B
Okay......... so we planned on leaving the house at 5:00 a.m. My Mom was gracious enough to come over that day too (she already had Mon & Tues duty) to put all the daycare kids on the bus for me, so that we could get an early start & not finish our drive when it was dark out.
.... seeing of course that we wouldn't be familiar with the territory because we had not gone that way before.... You know, the one we didn't have a trip-tick for......
So we loaded up, and off we went..... pretty uneventful until we hit Williamsport, PA. Samantha started to feel naseous, and dizzy, and had a headache, and was tired, and was hot, no cold, no hot..........
So being the attentive, doting parents we are we tried telling her she was fine. That it's just in her head, that she's just hungry.....WRONG! Apparently she gets car sick :(
We were lucky enough that she waited until we could get the door open for her to lean out it. So as we are guiltily (is that a word?) hovering around her, as the tears stream down her face & she has that "i told you so" look in her eyes, Libby starts to tell us that she is car sick too. And we.......... tell her to be quiet. And she is complaining......... and we tell her to be quiet...... so in frusteration I tell Sam, "just go see what she need". And guess what she needed?
Yup, to begin throwing up. I think Sam & I should get some kind of award don't you?
So I go to the back of the van to get something from the trunk & I open it, and the cooler FLIES out at me, lands on my foot, opens & spits all our soda's, capri sun's & ice all across the parking lot. I tell you it's a good thing I had Sam there to yell at me about how wrong I was for opening the trunk, or I would have never learned that your supposed to get at the stuff in the trunk by what? drilling a while in the roof & leaning in ??????. No fear though, a perfect stranger came over & helped me pick everything up, while Sam continued to b*t%h.
Anyway, potty break & breakfast, I re-pack the front seat & we are off again ! And I'm so so s o glad that I had thought to keep plastic bags in the front seat because sure enough, anout 45 minutes later, my poor Samantha was hurling again.
So we hit Maryland, and we can see a Wal-Mart. Just off the highway...... so we figured two birds, one stone.... we'll get gas and dramamine for our puking children. Gas first..... unfortunately in planning the layout of the state, the founders of Maryland decided that they would conspire, and hide all the gas stations from Sammy. Seriously, I think that that is what he was thinking happened. He complained so much that when we got to Wal-Mart, (still without gas) Samantha asked me "geez what did Maryland ever do to daddy?". So we get some snackies, dramamine, and use the potty.... and head out to find a gas station. Which (thank goodness) we do. Even though the (and I quote) "stupidist, stupidist thing I have ever seen, why even have signs for gas when they are this far off the highway, this is the dumbest thing i have ever seen" We fill up & off we go again!
more to come .............................
.... seeing of course that we wouldn't be familiar with the territory because we had not gone that way before.... You know, the one we didn't have a trip-tick for......
So we loaded up, and off we went..... pretty uneventful until we hit Williamsport, PA. Samantha started to feel naseous, and dizzy, and had a headache, and was tired, and was hot, no cold, no hot..........
So being the attentive, doting parents we are we tried telling her she was fine. That it's just in her head, that she's just hungry.....WRONG! Apparently she gets car sick :(
We were lucky enough that she waited until we could get the door open for her to lean out it. So as we are guiltily (is that a word?) hovering around her, as the tears stream down her face & she has that "i told you so" look in her eyes, Libby starts to tell us that she is car sick too. And we.......... tell her to be quiet. And she is complaining......... and we tell her to be quiet...... so in frusteration I tell Sam, "just go see what she need". And guess what she needed?
Yup, to begin throwing up. I think Sam & I should get some kind of award don't you?
So I go to the back of the van to get something from the trunk & I open it, and the cooler FLIES out at me, lands on my foot, opens & spits all our soda's, capri sun's & ice all across the parking lot. I tell you it's a good thing I had Sam there to yell at me about how wrong I was for opening the trunk, or I would have never learned that your supposed to get at the stuff in the trunk by what? drilling a while in the roof & leaning in ??????. No fear though, a perfect stranger came over & helped me pick everything up, while Sam continued to b*t%h.
Anyway, potty break & breakfast, I re-pack the front seat & we are off again ! And I'm so so s o glad that I had thought to keep plastic bags in the front seat because sure enough, anout 45 minutes later, my poor Samantha was hurling again.
So we hit Maryland, and we can see a Wal-Mart. Just off the highway...... so we figured two birds, one stone.... we'll get gas and dramamine for our puking children. Gas first..... unfortunately in planning the layout of the state, the founders of Maryland decided that they would conspire, and hide all the gas stations from Sammy. Seriously, I think that that is what he was thinking happened. He complained so much that when we got to Wal-Mart, (still without gas) Samantha asked me "geez what did Maryland ever do to daddy?". So we get some snackies, dramamine, and use the potty.... and head out to find a gas station. Which (thank goodness) we do. Even though the (and I quote) "stupidist, stupidist thing I have ever seen, why even have signs for gas when they are this far off the highway, this is the dumbest thing i have ever seen" We fill up & off we go again!
more to come .............................
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
pics from North Carolina
Samantha & Fyfe .... Uncle Justin & Kelli's dog.
Libby was mad that her sister was in the first picture with her, she wanted one alone so .....
Samantha, Uncle Justin & Libby after his "make-over"
Uncle Justin getting a make-over by Libby !
Again, Libby is super happy to share the picture with her sister..... here they are on the 18th hole of Pinehurst #2, at the country club.
Holiday Road................ (part I )
Have you ever noticed that sometimes the funniest stories are ones that at one time where either a very frustrating moment, or a very embarrassing moment? Look in any woman's magazine & there is always a section every month where people write in about their embarrassing moments..... Over time the mortification fades, or the frustration & anger fades..... and it becomes funny.
Well we drove to North Carolina. And the trip down isn't funny.... yet. One day I'll genuinely laugh about it.... instead of pretending that it was comical.
The issues with the drive started about 3 weeks before we actually left. Weird huh? Sammy thought we needed to get AAA. I thought we paid every month for "roadside assistance" on our insurance so why bother...... Apparently if you have road side assistance and you break down in the middle of nowhere, they will pick you up, but will more than likely drop you off at a closed, unreputable garage that is closed, and there will be nothing around for miles & miles & miles. We would have to sleep in the cold van without food or bathroom until the convict mechanic decided to open. Little did I know.... but then again in my world people are all trustworthy, and innately good. Not in Sammy's. Or my Dad's. Or my brother's. Three to one, I was outvoted, so we now have AAA. And we were safe & able to be towed to an open, trustworthy place with lots of facilities. Luckily this never happened.....
Now my dad had gotten us a trip-tick. (a map showing us exactly what route to take). It however, took us way west before heading south, and it didn't make sense to Sammy. So I went and asked for one going through D.C. because I remember taking that route when we drove down 11 years ago....
( i know this because I decided to go take a spin down Pennsylvania Avenue while Sammy was sleeping on the way down last time..... unfortunatley the white house wasn't right off the exit, and we ended up in the slums of what I learned is apparently not the safest city in the U.S., so I had to wake Sammy up & let him know what I did & I am still, STILL, hearing about it. So much so that he didn't let me drive at all this time.)
Anyway back to the trip-tick. So here we have mapped out, minute by minute (literally) directions. They are a straight line from Rochester to Pinehurst. There was even an alternate route to cut out D.C. if we wanted too. Not only that but we personally had driven that way before....... Sammy however wants to take his Dad's directions. I will concede that his Dad & Diane have driven here & back a gazillon times, and I have no doubt that WHEN FOLLOWED their route is the best. (in case you are wondering there is a bit of foreshadowing in that last sentence). We followed Sammy's dad's directions ............... more on that to come......
I'll post a couple pics, so you know that we did end up there .... and fill you in more tomorrow!
Well we drove to North Carolina. And the trip down isn't funny.... yet. One day I'll genuinely laugh about it.... instead of pretending that it was comical.
The issues with the drive started about 3 weeks before we actually left. Weird huh? Sammy thought we needed to get AAA. I thought we paid every month for "roadside assistance" on our insurance so why bother...... Apparently if you have road side assistance and you break down in the middle of nowhere, they will pick you up, but will more than likely drop you off at a closed, unreputable garage that is closed, and there will be nothing around for miles & miles & miles. We would have to sleep in the cold van without food or bathroom until the convict mechanic decided to open. Little did I know.... but then again in my world people are all trustworthy, and innately good. Not in Sammy's. Or my Dad's. Or my brother's. Three to one, I was outvoted, so we now have AAA. And we were safe & able to be towed to an open, trustworthy place with lots of facilities. Luckily this never happened.....
Now my dad had gotten us a trip-tick. (a map showing us exactly what route to take). It however, took us way west before heading south, and it didn't make sense to Sammy. So I went and asked for one going through D.C. because I remember taking that route when we drove down 11 years ago....
( i know this because I decided to go take a spin down Pennsylvania Avenue while Sammy was sleeping on the way down last time..... unfortunatley the white house wasn't right off the exit, and we ended up in the slums of what I learned is apparently not the safest city in the U.S., so I had to wake Sammy up & let him know what I did & I am still, STILL, hearing about it. So much so that he didn't let me drive at all this time.)
Anyway back to the trip-tick. So here we have mapped out, minute by minute (literally) directions. They are a straight line from Rochester to Pinehurst. There was even an alternate route to cut out D.C. if we wanted too. Not only that but we personally had driven that way before....... Sammy however wants to take his Dad's directions. I will concede that his Dad & Diane have driven here & back a gazillon times, and I have no doubt that WHEN FOLLOWED their route is the best. (in case you are wondering there is a bit of foreshadowing in that last sentence). We followed Sammy's dad's directions ............... more on that to come......
I'll post a couple pics, so you know that we did end up there .... and fill you in more tomorrow!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Locks of Love
I am a super proud mom ! My girls patiently grew their hair until they had at least 10 inches to cut off, and donated it to locks of love :) Sam's hair grows back in quickly, and Libby had been growing it for all of her 6 years !
When I was putting Libby's hair in french braids yesterday morning, I was a bit welled up thinking that it may be a long time before I could do her hair again........
We were talking about it, and saying how even though it may take awhile to grow back in, at least she could grow it in, and that some children didn't have that option. That's when she asked if she would look funny without any hair. I didn't catch her meaning at first, and then realized that she thought she had to get it all taken off...... And she was willing to do it to help out another child.
Then I cried ......
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