ewwww.

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A tisket, a tasket, a surprise in a basket.  People have been telling me to read Gretchen Rubin’s The Happiness Project about as long as they’ve been telling me to try a Milky Bun, but I didn’t heed their advice until last night circa 10pm.  I’m a bit of a neat freak, so it was old news that Feng Shui inspires serenity (first chapter), but my interest peaked when I read how nagging destroys romance (second chapter).
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Despite the whole ‘a clean home is a happy home’ mantra that lives in my bones, I’m known to… ahem.. throw wrappers behind my bed.  Eeww, right?  Can you believe I just admitted that on the Internet?  Thing is, I like ending the day with a book and a delicious snack while I’m tucked under a pile of covers.  Once the snack is done and my eyes are tired, well, it’s too much work to get up and throw away the snack, so I just tosssss it over the side.
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I’m honestly trying to break the habit, but I slip and slide and have my faults.  The sweetest thing, however, is that while Jon thinks my bad habit is gross and unclean, he’s never said so.  He goes ‘ewww’ when he finds something, but he never takes it any further than that.  I’m a lucky girl.
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Jon’s kryptonite is crumbly food.  Whenever he makes a sandwich, I cringe as bread and jelly and cheese goes here and there and everywhere.  It’s a mess.  But you know what?  I never say a word about it.  Once he finishes and leaves the room, I get a cloth and and sweep like Cinderella.  The thing is, the mess bothers me – not him, and so I make do.
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My pictures reveal my intention to write about summer sports and baseball, but my midnight reading changed my plans.  Can I relate my Jon t-shirt to this anti-nagging post?  I suppose, in a way, it’s like the opposite of nagging, right? Cheering someone on?  Let’s say yes.
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Is there anything that makes you nag, or have you got that under control?  Have you read Gretchen’s book?

voodoo misfit

the voodoo misfits called on thursday and asked if jon was interested in joining their team — first game friday night.  not only was jon interested, but he was nearly as excited as when i made him macaroni and cheese pizza for the first time.  the whole way there he just kept saying, “can you believe i’m on the team?” i answered his question, “yes, babes, since you’re really good,” and then “of course, you’re a great addition,” followed by, “well honey, you have a lot of talent,” before i realized he was mostly mumbling to himself and i didn’t need to answer.  

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the game was entertaining, and i was pleased to find that i wasn’t the only cheerleader.  when jon wasn’t batting, i raced this ballerina around the fields:

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jon was even more happy on the way home — after knocking a couple balls out of the park and playing center field more impressively than aaron hicks.  

Imageafter the game, we went out for mexican at abilene, and we made a celebration list for when Jon bats like ryan braun.  we decided, for instance, that we’ll celebrate jon’s first homerun at birch steakhouse, and we’ll go kayaking on madeline island after his first grandslam.  so that i can eat steak and go kayaking, we’re going to be practicing softball as often as goldschmidt hits homeruns 🙂