Category Archives: Notes About Marriage


So we heard through the grapevine that Bachman’s has some neat vintage film equipment for sale, and M was immediately interested, as he is a video guy (does video editing on the side) and has been looking for some cool stuff to deck out the office with. Thursday night we made an impromptu trip to Bachman’s, where we found this really cool looking vintage 16 mm Keystone film projector. It looked kind of like this, except black and shinier and cooler looking:

I thought it looked neat. M loved it too. But, alas, I thought the price tag was a bit too steep — not ridiculous (particularly as I think about it in retrospect); just a little more than I envisioned spending on such a purchase. So I put my vote in that we not buy it — for now — and M, being the wonderfully selfless husband that he is, agreed. After several minutes of hanging around the projector, holding it, examining it, and admiring it, we reluctantly put it back on the shelf, left and hit the antique section where we found some cool old film reels and canisters instead.

The more I thought about it, though, the more I really wanted him to have this projector. So today I decided that, one way or the other, I wanted him to get it. Long story, but I decided to make it an early Father’s Day present. So when we were near Bachman’s today, I told him I wanted to get it for him, and suggested we stop by the store and pick it up. So we parked and headed into the store, where we had a slightly painful experience.

First, I’ll say what wouldn’t have hurt. It wouldn’t have hurt if we would have walked in and found the shelf empty. It would have been a bummer, but it wouldn’t have hurt.

What did hurt was that we literally walked in just as a gentleman had taken it off the shelf and was holding it — not in a “I’m holding this to get a better look at it” kind of way; it was a much more confident “I’m holding this because I’m going to buy it” kind of way. Our suspicions were confirmed as we asked him if he was going to buy it and he assured us that he was. So we left.

And I may or may not have cried. Right there in the store.

Granted, I know that in the grand scheme of things, this is no biggie. But still I ask: does anyone have any great ideas where one might find such a film projector? Seriously. Like, I’m seriously asking. Anyone know? (*aside from EBay, of course. I am aware of EBay. :))


6 Years Ago…

6 yrs ago yesterday I sang “How Beautiful” in church.

When I got to my chair after the song, I realized I was sitting in front of the guy I’d been quietly noticing at church.

His name was M.

We talked for 2 minutes after the service.

He thought he’d messed up.

I thought I messed up.

That night I went to a party and told my friends I thought I’d messed up.

When I got home I saw I had an e-mail in my in-box.

I thought it was junk.

I almost deleted it.


Something inside told me not to, so I clicked it open.

It was from M.

I freaked out.

The next morning I was home sick from work but I watched “Anne of Avonlea”.

It was one of my all-time favorite romantic movies.

I watched it because I was in a romantic mood —

Somehow I knew life would never be the same.

And it wouldn’t be. 🙂

Happy Anniversary of Our First Conversation and E-Mail, Sweetie!!! I’m so glad you talked to me!!!

(note: this time of year holds many random and obscure anniversaries of our relationship. Seriously, I drive him batty by remembering each and every one.
Still, I will not stop. 🙂


Pick-a-Pile with “M”

Last night I was flipping through the photos on my camera only to discover that apparently my sweet husband decided to play his own game of “pick-a-pile” (where you take a picture of the mess, clean up the mess, then take another picture of it).

This last weekend we hosted the family 4th of July bash at our house, you see, and while it was a blast and we loved hosting, things got a little messy (as things normally do after you host a bash at your house).

Sunday was a busy one and we didn’t get around to cleaning up…which meant that more mess accumulated in our kitchen…so I opened my eyes Monday morning, dreading the thought of having to clean it up — but soon learned that my sweet husband had already awakened, cleaned the whole mess up for me, and took pictures of it to boot! Yay!

Here’s the “Before” of our dining room table:


…and the “after”:


And the “Before” of our kitchen:

IMG_1969…and the “after”:


Now doesn’t that just make you feel better?! I know it does me.

Thanks, sweetie! 🙂

Our Date

Last month my husband and I went on a lovely date…

…actually, it was more of a weekend getaway at an “all-inclusive resort”.

The grandparents came to our house to babysit.

We loaded our luggage into the car and drove to our destination.

We took a long walk.

I wore a gown.

We had some good talks.

Meals were provided.

The service was impeccable and available to us anytime, at just the push of a button.

We left feeling happy and like we had something new to bring to the family.

You know, as I look back at this description, I can see I left out a few details. Let me start over.

Last month my husband and I went on a lovely date…on March 28.

…actually, it was more of a weekend getaway at an “all-inclusive resort”…also known as “the hospital”.

The grandparents came to our house to babysit…after we called to tell them my water had broken.

We loaded our luggage into the car and drove to our destination.

We took a long walk…through the hospital hallways, an IV pole faithfully accompanying us every step of the way.

I wore a gown…a lovely, modest hospital gown.

We had some good talks…while waiting for contractions to begin.

Meals were provided…at precisely 8, 12 and 5 each day. For me, not M.

The service was impeccable and available to us anytime, at just the push of a button…the button with a big red cross on it, located on the side of my bed.

We left feeling happy and like we had something new to bring to the family…i.e. THIS:


That was a pretty good date, don’t you agree?!

A Birthday Wish

Happy Birthday

to the man who brings me much joy...


...the man that I love...img_2_2
...home-slices forever.


p.s. W. says Happy Birthday, too. 🙂


A Lovely Summer Evening

Grandparents coming over the play with/watch the baby…laughs and conversation outside over a delicious dinner at Camille’s Cafe…holding hands while strolling down main street on a warm August evening…watching a movie in a theater…having that movie be “Prince Caspian” (which I *still* hadn’t seen yet)…returning home to watch our baby sleep and marvel at how he’s grown…

…the makings of a lovely summer evening. 🙂