Counting My Blessings

It has been months since my last post.  I'd like to say that I've been too busy.  But that's only half of the truth.  I've been busy coping with life; that thing that always seems to pop up when I'm completely unprepared for it.  But tonight, as I'm laying in the my old bed, at my parents home nestled in the beautiful mountains of Virginia, I find myself freed of that frenzied feeling life brings on.  Perhaps it is the mountain air; or maybe it's not having to worry about the dog, cat, and my other favorite pet -the husband (*wink wink*).  Yes -the lawn probably needs mowing, the Mr. most definitely needs a hair cut, and there's probably something smelly in our refrigerator, but you know...it's quiet here and so am I. All of that quiet leaves my brain with lots of extra room to think.  A VERY dangerous process.

I was looking through the 16th birthday present my grandmother gave me.  It was a very professional looking scrap book and I remember the first time looking through it, I was afraid to touch the pictures.  Since then, some of the people in the pictures have passed on, and every time I come home I find myself drawn to tracing the lines of their faces and telling them how much they were loved.  I'm not sure how, but one of my 18th birthday cards from the BEST great-grandmother anyone could ever hope for slipped out of the back, right into my hand.  I laughed thinking, "I was just thinking about you today, Grammy!"  I was saying goodbye to the Mr. when she just popped into my head -she was laughing, of course, and I remember smiling and telling him that we'd call when we reached VA.

I've been so busy managing life that I'd forgotten completely about that silly birthday card.  And so -what else have I been neglecting?  As I'm laying here, I'm counting my blessings.  All of the wonderful things I have in my life, starting with my family, my freedom, and my faith.  My big dreams, and the little ones too.  Walking hand in hand with the Mr. being a good partner and helping HIS dreams come true too.  That I can truly say that I love my job, and my hobbies too (because who DOESN'T LOVE a Kindle??).  That we are finally settling into a "swing" in Bloom, and we are healthy and safe.

My blessings are big and plentiful, and I'm hoping that I can remember this when my troubles seem many, and my shoulders are heavy.  Maybe next time it won't take a birthday card to help me remember.

Keep on keepin' on.

Remix: NYE

New Years Eve is magical for everyone, whether you're tucked in at home, or you're out on the town.  I was out on the town.  Murphy works for Pittsburgh Opera, so he was able to get us tickets!  The best part?  Two FREE tickets so my new friends Helena and Kurt could join us.  You'll hear about that in a sec.  I think I should tell you how the whole night went down.

Earlier that day Murhpy and I are exploring.  YAY.  That's really all we did.  We drove around looking at neighborhoods.  I LOVE to look at houses, except, "babe!  Look at that one!"  Response: *grunt....snort....sniffle*  Oh -yeah, that's a nice one.  Want to know who was which?  I was the very tired number two.  Poor Murphy....

After that thrilling adventure, Murphy takes me to dinner at Bahama Breeze.  Anyone know what that is?  It's like Cheeseburger in Paradise...?  It was okay -too overpriced, if you ask me.  Anyway...Closer to the gala I'm getting ready.  I did an excellent job.  I got my make-up AND hair done in an hour and a half, and  am ready to put my dress on.  Before I tell you how this goes down, just know that I love my husband, and he really is a great guy.

This is us:



I'm holding onto the wall -it's not a stripper pole, I PROMISE.  Murphy's using the bed for extra leverage... 



This is what we're saying:

Me: Okay, babe.  I'm ready for you to zip up the dress!

Murphy: Mkay -are you sure?

Me: Yeah ...why?

Murphy:  becasue you can't go to the bathroom after I zip you...

Me: *sigh* I'm fine.  Just zip.

Murphy: *starts zipping until half way* *starts grunting at half way* Geeze babe...I dunno....

Me: What do you mean, "you don't know"? 

Murphy:  it feels a little too small....

Me: excuse me?  (Getting angry now...you know....)

Murphy: you know the zipper...it  just...it's not moving....*throws up hands in frustration*

Me: is it stuck? have you tied the bow yet?  (Now I'm the two P's of death: pissed and panicked...)

Murphy: *ties bow, starts zipping, and resumes grunting*  Sheesh....oh man....uhmmmm....

Me: JUST ZIP THE DRESS

Murphy: I CAN'T ZIP THE DRESS

Me: WHAT DO YOU MEAN??  *desprately starts grabbing at fabric...*

Murphy: oh...that helps..

Me: *exhales*

Murphy: *zips dress* WHEW!

Me: *evil stair of death*

By this point, I'm complete sweaty and have little bits of hair falling down from the super awesome hair-do that took me 40 minutes to create.  But hey -a little hair spray, and a look in the mirror, I'm doin' okay.  The dress wasn't THAT small....  *cough*
...
So since he's working, we get there at least 30 minutes early.  I'm just sitting...waiting...he's doing bassist-stuff.  So finally it's getting closer to time.  It's the day I've been waiting months for -tonight is the night I get to meet my new friend.  Seriously though -we've been blogging buddies for a year, and she tells hilarious stories.  You'd be pretty excited too! 

So I'm sitting -staring at the door like a creeper and all of these beautiful, slim, done up women are walking in and I'm thinking -oh no -their dresses fit, they're SO going to know that I'm an imposter!  I'm a size 14-16 and they're going to know!!!!!  So I decide that watching the door was only damaging my psyche and picked up my phone to do important stuff.  Like facebook....


So I'm facebooking for a bit, until I'm self conscious again -I was the only one on my phone too....  Just as I'm plummeting towards the tunnel of despair (I have serious self consciousness issues, if you can't tell...and maybe some drama ones too...) I see them!  After a brief pep talk ("briana -you WILL not scare them...you will not scare them....) I went over to say hello!  She and her husband were SO wonderful and friendly.  It was seriously the easiest time I've ever had making a friend.

So after visiting for a few minutes, we went into the hall, talked a little opera, and watched the show.  It was excellent.  Lots of Diva's, you know.  I LOVE the opera; I could seriously listen to it every day for the rest of my life and be content.  I'm not sure why I started loving it, and maybe it loved me first...not sure.  Anyway -the show went on (had some meow-ing too!) and we heard some of the patrons participating too!  There was a snorer in the back (really funny -grunts and grumbles in all!), and then a very drunk and confused diamond-&-kimono pants suite-wearing patron came and plopped into someone else's seat, was kicked out, and then sat elsewhere.  It was HILARIOUS. 

After the performance came the party.  I LOVE parties.  This one included deserts (chocolate mousses, cakes, custards, cheeses, and tortes.  I got so excited I spilled my champagne all over the place (and probably on Helena too -she just wasn't going to admit it.  Sorry...)!  We danced for a bit, heard a marriage proposal, and danced some more. 

I was having some serious hunger issues, so we busted that hot-dog joint for some tasty Steak & Shake (most belovedly called Stake & Wait...)!  At this point, it was easily 1:30.  At S&S we talked about books, and crafts, sex shops and jobs while our husbands politely discussed careers, school, and music while shooting us dirty looks.  It's nice to know that our husbands like each other, right?  I also suppose that it's good that they KNOW they married chronic oversharers and to just ignore or redirect us.

After we'd exhausted ourselves (read: the husbands were getting too sleepy...) we hopped over to borrow some books (YAY for trashy romance novels!  ;) hehehe....), said goodbye and went our separate ways.

I admit -I was sad to leave Pitts on Saturday, but am looking forward to going back!  :D

Happy New Year, y'all!  ;)

Keep on keepin' on!

Glass Half Full, 2011

 I realize that I haven't posted this linky party in AGES, so I'm just going to tell you a story with no expectations!  My hopes are to start this up again for uplifting tales for me AND for you, but for today, just enjoy my story, okay?  ;)

My husband and I are living the college life.  *cough cough*  The MARRIED...broke...college student life.  He's been having every sort of imaginable trouble with his program, and is handling it with such amazing Grace and Faith.  I however...have not.  I've been angry, justifiably so, and have been telling him how I feel about the whole thing.  "SOMEONE needs to cut you a break!"  "They OWE you a meeting...you're PAYING them to HELP you...."  Etc.  Get the picture?  There's SO much more to this story, but it's rubbish, and there's no point in flaying that fish right now.  The point is, I've been adamant about SOMEONE giving my husband some bloody help!

All this time, he's been working for every orchestra in the state of Indiana trying to make money for us to pay bills, while also traveling three months out of the year to Pittsburgh to play in the pit for their opera orchestra.  He's been a long term sub there, and very recently someone raised a fuss about him not being on contract.  Our immediate fear was that he was going to lose the job and what those ramifications would be for the rest of his career -teaching AND playing.  A true nail-biter, let me tell ya'.

We were there for New Years Eve.  The Opera has a gala, and so they hired him to play for it.  It was wonderful -singing, dancing, and desserts!  We even got to witness a marriage proposal!!!  So romantic.  This whole time, I'm worrying about his contract and job.  At the end of the gala he tells us (we're with some new friends!!!) that they've offered him a contract, and he'll become a full section player!!!!!!  YAYYYYY!!!  *insert all sorts of happy dances*

It was in this moment that I realized my dear, patient, respectful husband had received his break; and from the least likely place.  His unyielding faith and personal responsibility allowed him to persevere and win himself a job.  A REAL job.  I also realized that I wanted him to have some sort of forward progression so that I could move forward too.  That his door could open my door so we could move forward together.  The good news is that this is now possible.  The bad news is that I need to make peace with all of the bad things that have happened to him on his journey.  The second peace of good news is that this happened to HIM instead of me for a reason.  I'm not sure what that is yet, but I have faith that I'll figure it out.  That's the good thing about believing -you know you don't have the answer...YET.

 Happy Glass Half Full, friends!  I hope you have a Monday full of wonderful things!

Keep on Keepin' on~

2000-What?

 Dear Bloggers,

I write this post with a joyful heart, and with a little guilt too!  It's been since OCTOBER since I last posted, and honestly...I miss you!  I must admit, though, that this post is mostly selfish, so I'll get right to the point.

I titled this post 2000-what?  because 2010 is a year I am not proud of (mostly...).  I started this blog so that I could vent.  I'd lost my whole support system and was (and still am) living in a place I don't consider home.  Well, even though I haven't posted in months, I still consider my blog to be vital to my life, and in many ways, a "home."  I realize that my blog isn't important to you in the same ways it's important to me, BUT, as a fellow blogger and woman (I know there are men in blogland...just most of you are of the female nature...), I know you understand WHY I need this "home."  So....  I was inspired to write this post after meeting new friends for New Years and old friends for a nice long chat.  I am reminded of what my life is to become and what it has been, and I refuse to remind myself of the things I'm leaving behind by choice, or residual icky 2010 baggage.  I'm saying goodbye to 2010, and am thanking it for it's opinion, but...no thanks.

I said goodbye to a bad job.  I said goodbye to friends (some by choice, some not so much...).  I said goodbye to some bad familial relationships.  I said goodbye to the me that let people make me feel bad.  I said goodbye to lots of pride.  I said goodbye to cable tv (BEST choice ever...just sayin').  I also said goodbye to some of my faith (not necessarily by choice...).

PEACE OUT 2010.

This year, I am resolving not to resolve.  I am being honest with myself.  Why make promises to myself that I'm honestly not going to keep?  I am living my life with high goals and NO expectations.  I am loving my family, even if they can't love me back.  I am being a true spouse to my husband (because we all know he WAY deserves it).  And I am not going to be afraid of what I don't know.  God hasn't left me -I just need to remember keep my eyes open for him.


My friends and family lovingly reminded me that it's alright to not know; that it's alright for there to be a question mark in my life.  They reminded me that a past is the past and that a journey requires one step at a time (take a small bite of the elephant; it's not much, but you're still a bite closer...).  My family reminded me of unconditional love and compassion.  My husband shows me what I cannot show myself, and allows me to be what I am -good, the bad, and the ugly (although, according to him...there is no ugly!  HA!!  We'll see how he feels in 20 years....).  The family I work for shows me that life comes in all forms and it doesn't matter if you're not perfect.

Welcome, 2011.  I am embracing you with open arms and a free mind.  Give me your best shot, I dare you.



 Keep on keepin' on~

Once a Month....Glass Half Full!!!

When I started school I honestly thought I'd be blogging MUCH more than this, but I'm totally failing at styaing in touch with you guys and mostly  me!  Once enough on my little piece of space isn't enough, and I'm starting to feel heavy again -too many thoughts, too many feelings, and not enough Joyful people in my life!  SO!  To counteract that, I'll post my Glass half full NEXT WEEK, so start getting your stories ready! 

I have one for you.  *Ahem*  Are you ready?
I am now a full time student.  I am exhausted and we are SO BROKE!  :)  We have lots of love, so that's okay.  So I picked up a part time job to help Michael not feel so squeezed and obligated, thankful though I am.  It's a job where I'm working with children who can't really help themselves and need extra care.  In my interview, it was for a 1:1 position.  Well, I got my job placement and I have THREE children I'm working with.  Two are nonambulatory (Stuck in wheelchairs), all three are nonverbal (don't talk) AND incontinent (use diapers).  So I hang out with them, change diapers, feed them through G-tubes, and shower them.  It's WAY more stressful than I bargained for, but I like it -sort-of.  It's physically exhausting and emotionally challenging working with these kids because they're going to die -soon, in a few years, who knows....but it's coming. 
I was crying about it to my DH -he's really awesome, and you know what he said -"Babe -if you really can't handle it, it's okay.  There's only so much you can do and money is just money.  If you need to quit, that's okay by me.  I just want you to be happy."

*SWOON* 

He's so wonderful!  :)  Needless to say I'm not quitting, but I am thankful for an amazing husband.  I hope everyone is having a stellar Tuesday! 

I'm linking up to my long-lost friend Chantel's





Make sure you come back on Monday for Glass Half Full!  :)

{Bad day blues}

Do ya' ever have days where you're just NOT in a good mood?  Where you wake up and you're feeling snarky?  Well that was me today AND THEN I had to weigh myself for my last Win, Lose, or Blog weigh in.  You can read about THAT disaster here. 

Well instead of snarking you all, I'll leave you with something funny to laugh at. 

We have this dog.  Her name is Saphira {but you already know this...}.  Saphira is really sweet and cute, but she gets REALLY excited about going o.u.t.s.i.d.e.  Get my drift?

{Don't you just want to cuddle-rub her??  *sigh*}

Anyway.  We'll take her outside and let her run around -the normal doggie stuff, and when it's time to go back inside, she runs up to the porch -still in a very excited way.  She's usually much faster than we are and we'll be coming around the side of the house just IN TIME to see her run full speed into the door.  I am COMPLETELY serious!  She does.  She thinks that it will open for her or something and runs smack into it every time.  We seriously cry with laughing so hard because then she turns around and looks at us like it's OUR fault she ran full speed into the door.  Ahhh *chuckles*  I LUB my Saphira-snausage!  :)

Wanna hear another?  Oh goodie!

Okay -so do y'all watch SYTYCD?   Well last night there was that weird bed-time pillow dance?  Didja see it, huh huh huh??  Hubs and I were watching it with a group of friends and one of the couples said, "hey!  We TOTALLY do that every night before bed.  We put on our jammies and totally dance with a pillow."

I could NOT stop giggling.  It was so SILLY.  So we got home last night and I asked the hubs if he wanted to do the pillow dance.  Totally a G rated question, right? haha.  He gave me this look.

{*giggle*  It's so funny!  He's so silly!}

I get this a lot from him.  It's his, "Briana is ridiculous but I love her anyway" face.  Seriously -like once or twice a day I get it.  But he's just so DARN handsome that maybe, just maybe I do ridiculous things on purpose.  :)


Okay -good.  I feel better and y'all have had a couple of laughs.  Good.

I hope everyone has a great day!!

xo~

Glass Half Full Monday {3}

 Hi Everyone!  :)  I hope that your weekends were restful and that your morning has been great so far.  We're back to Monday {again...darn you Monday!} and back to the Glass Half Full linky party! 

Want to participate?  Here are the rules (drum roll puh-lease!!!):
-Write a post in YOUR blog about a time when you realized that your glass was half full (read: your happy/funny/inspirational/mushy stories).  This can be past or present, please -no posts pertaining to the future.  :}
-Link your post to the Mr. Linky
-Put your name and the title of your post.  {ex: Briana ~ Always the Bridesmaid...}
-Visit anothers story, and just tell them, "Hey, read your story and am visiting or following...laughing or crying, etc."
-Feel free to take the "Glass Half Full" image.
*I'll make sure to visit everyone's post!!!*





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This week's story is brought to you by: Hope {the faithful feeling, not a lady...just sayin'}

It's also going to be short and sweet, seeing as I can't give you a lot of details.  Lets just say that I'm making a HUGE change that greatly effects our lives {I mean -HUGE- and no, I'm not having a baby...}.  Instead of telling me how much stress this choice will put on our lives {read: marriage, finances, free time, schedules, and anything else you can think of...} he tells me to stop trying to talk myself out of this choice and to just go with the flow.  {Insert a gaping Briana-face here.....}

 

{this is an actual photo of me at breakfast yesterday morning}

 He keeps telling me, "What's the worst that can happen?  We'll not be any worse off than we are right now." And, "Why worry about it -there is nothing you can do.  You can't control this situation, so you might as well just enjoy this exciting time."  So in the spirit of my greatest supporter, I'm going to just enjoy the ride.  Maybe the feeling will last for a day, an hour, a couple of minutes, or forever, but for now I'm just -"going with the flow."

I hope everyone has an awesome Monday!

xx

 
 

I'm linking this to a new party over at My Thoughts and Treasures that happens every Tuesday!  Chantel is a great lady, so hop on over! 

 

Attn: Michael...

I know you do this when I'm not home!  Don't think that I don't know....

Glass Half Full 2 -Takin' Care of Business

Welcome back to the second Glass Half Full!  I'm excited to be hosting this, even if it's just me that posts a story.  It helps keep everything in perspective, right?  ;}  So -before I tell you my weekly tale, here's the deal!

Here are the rules (drum roll puh-lease!!!):
-Write a post in YOUR blog about a time when you realized that your glass was half full (read: your happy/funny/inspirational/mushy stories).  This can be past or present, please -no posts pertaining to the future.  :}
-Link your post to the Mr. Linky
-Put your name and the title of your post.  {ex: Briana ~ Always the Bridesmaid...}
-Visit anothers story, and just tell them, "Hey, read your story and am visiting or following...laughing or crying, etc."
-Feel free to take the "Glass Half Full" image.
*I'll make sure to visit everyone's post!!!*

Thanks for linking up!!!


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Now, on to my story!  :}

Once upon a time, there was this girl {lets just say her name was Briana *gasp!*  That's your name! -Why yes, yes it is!}.  She was a pain -always wanting to have everything done in a very specific way, within a certain time frame.  Usually, this worked out and she was satisfied with the results.  Until the day she met this boy {lets just say his name was Michael. *gasp!*  That's your husband's name -why yes, yes it is!}.  This boy is a thinker.  He likes to think about his options, deliberate with himself, and once he's decided, he likes to re-think everything to ensure his choice is truly the one he wants.

Lets just say that girl considers boy to sometimes be impossible.  Things need to get done here, people!  Let's shake a leg, get a move on, hop to it!  But no matter what she says, everything boy does takes time.  Not surprisingly, everything he does turns out wonderfully and seems to work out.  Girl, however, likes to do things -get them done, and often this results in her needing to redo, reassess, and reframe.  Not that this is wrong, it's just different.

In all of girl's ramblings, whinings, and complaints, she knows that no matter how tough things get, this boy -this thinker, will take care of it.  He will get it done, and get it done right.  Maybe things are slow and hectic, stressful and well....REALLY stressful, but that's not importnat.  The important thing is that boy does it, does it for girl with a smile on his face and the right decision on his mind.

Happy Glass Half Full Monday!

xoxo.

~True Life House Wife!~

I really wanted to continue my list from yesterday, but am out of steam.  Not on the baby topic {not in the least bit!}, but just in general.  I haven't been sleeping well.  Between the heat {our AC is even on and it's HOT at night!}, my back, and a very odd series of dreams, sleep has been more of a question mark than anything else.  We're having company this weekend and I can already feel my adrenaline pumping in preparation.  I think it'll keep me up WAY past my bed time tonight, and up early tomorrow in anticipation!  I LOVE playing hostess -it's honestly my favorite thing to do {one of my favorite things along with crafting and baking and scrubbing the floor boards -truth- and..you get the picture}.  On that note, I'd like to focus my post.

A friend and I get together once a week {or so} and one of the topics we've been discussing what being a good spouse/life partner means for me/us.  Now, before I tell you what I've decided, I must tell you that I'm somewhat of an overachiever.  Not that my blog portrays that, but I am.  I like to be the best at the things I do and am often frustrated when it doesn't turn out that way {probably one of my great lessons to learn in life...}.  With that being said, I felt that I had to be this laundry list of things with a laundry list of accomplishments while in college, get a job before I graduated {it was actually my dream job...lot of good that did me...haha}, have a "perfect home", and make things just the way I want them.  Now that I've been through a year of the wringer, I feel that there are a lot of unexpected feelings.

{This is my good example}

So in these discussions with my friend, I have come to realize a few things.  First is that I WANT to be a home-maker.  I want to have dinner on the table when hubs gets home, all the laundry folded, the home clean, and a healthy crafting schedule.  I want to make us a loving, stress-less home.  Right now, I can't do that.  Second, in contrast to my extreme desire to be the best of _________, I don't have to be anything that makes me unhappy!  {I was very confused for a while over this one...}.  Being a SAHM/House wife is exciting and fulfilling, and obviously teaching music isn't something that's in God's plan for me right now {otherwise I'd still have that dream job I mentioned}.  Third, I realized that being a Mom is, what I believe, the most important job I can have.  I want to have good, healthy, well behaved, well rounded and educated, smart and friendly, and ...*cough*pefrect*cough*  children.  The best way I can prepare them for life is to teach them to how to be independent, prayerful, and lots of other things my Mum would be really good at explaining.  My seeester and I are quite lucky to have been blessed with a SAHM.  Remember -being a "mom" is just coming back into fashion.  I grew up with a SAHM when it was OUT of fashion.  I had an excellent example.  Fourth, I realized that I felt happier when I could "provide" for my husband.  What does this mean, you ask?  This means that by my working on our home and creating a relaxed and healthy environment is is, in turn, healthier and more Peaceful.  I am protective of the hubs -and when he's struggling I want to make it better, that's what I'm good at.

{from}

These are the things that I love and enjoy.  Yes -I am a real life musician.  Music is my art, my inspiration, and my medium for most expression {save for the blog here!}, but it's also never going away.  I am successful at being a partner and a wife and I am proud of who and how I am.

This is my confession -the confession of the wanna-be true life house wife!  haha  :)

Have a great day, everyone!

{THE Account}

I know that my last post just ragged on my dear hubby {who is REALLY working hard for us}, but I have to share another heartwarming story!  I'm sure I've told you these two things, but just in case, here they are.  First, I LOVE BABIES.  I want to be a mommy more than anything!  Secondly, I'm married to a {wonderfully fabulous and loving}student.  Read: We're too broke to have a baby and don't want to add that stress to our marriage.  So I've been chewing and gnawing on what to do.  Can't have a baby right now so do I just gaze lustily at those cute little booties and convertible cribs?  Sure, I could do that but it's not very proactive.  I need to be proactive in order to feel satisfied, sorry -that's just the way it goes for me!

So what to do...what to do....  Ah-ha!  Eurika!  I'll open "THE Account"  THE account where I'll be putting $10 a month (out of my crafting budget -see these sacrifices! hehe) at the minimum into this account.  That way in a year...two years...NO LONGER than that!  haha -I'll have enough money saved up to buy exactly what I want.  The frilly solid wood convertible crib, the material I want to make the bedding and curtains, and the accessories I want.  I don't want to have to ask my family {who I'm sure would happily purchase it for us} for everything we'd like, so!

This is me.  This is me being proactive.  This is me being a good mommy.

*EDIT* - So I forgot to tell you why my hubs was being sweet, right?  Did anyone catch that??

Michael realizes how much I loooouuuvre babies.  Poor M is SO sick of hearing about them, I'm sure.  So when I brought up the topic for discussion {of course I had my side of the discussion prepared and my appeals figured out in case he disagreed...} he simply smiled and said, "that sounds like a really good idea, Babe."  Squee!!!!  You should have seen my face!  hehehe.

That's why M's the best!

Happy day dreams, friends!

Now What?

Remember yesterday how I posted that my hubs was my grounding force?  He kept me sane...calm...reasonable?  Well let me tell you that I had a 180 moment.  No really...let me tell you!

{from}

Preface:  We've been "fighting" {not really, it just feels like it...} with the school of music.  They don't want to give him funding, he has earned funding {he's VERY well respected by his professors and all of his colleagues}-anyway, it's stressful and long and involved.  But the point is that we're butting heads with the school and he's trying to plan two recitals and figure out how to get his paper done.

Present time {kind of}:
So we're laying in bed last night {this is rated G...I promise} and he looks over at me and tells me {he has the nerve to tell me! jk...}that he is stressed out.  If he's telling me that he's stressed then it's the honest to goodness truth.  "Babe -I'm stressed out."  What?  You're not allowed to be stressed out -because you know what that makes me?  It makes me stressed out AND crazy!  It will be alright though.  It always is, right?  :)

Have a great Tuesday!