The Veranda

Matt and I had our one year anniversary on April 3rd. One year of marriage is a pretty big deal, so it calls for a pretty big gift. After much contemplation we decided to get something that we could both use and enjoy together. Off we went, in search of the perfect set of patio furniture. We looked everywhere and finally found the perfect table, chairs and umbrella combo at the old faithful Walmart. We both immediately fell in love with it. It has 6 chairs with cushions (very cool material I might add), a glass top table in the shape of a sextagon-it has six sides so that's what we called it, and a beautiful umbrella to shade us from the fuzzy fingers that fall from our oak tree. We have spent every evening since we got it sitting out on the newly named "Veranda". I love it, we have confirmed over and over that it was one of our best purchases yet.

Sunday morning I got up early, cooked breakfast and went and got a newspaper so we could enjoy the morning on the veranda. It was fabulous. With no further thinking I hurried up and got ready for church and off we went. When we got home, first let me add that the whole last week we have been going back and forth about the umbrella, I love it and want it out all the time, Matt doesn't think it's necessary. Back to my story, when we got home, we went to the fence to talk to the dogs and noticed that the umbrella had been blown to the other side of the yard. When we looked closer it wasn't just the umbrella. Some how the umbrella was picked up by the wind and apparently held onto the table for dear life so both were tossed to the other side of the yard where upon the glass was shattered, the umbrella was bent and I cried. The days of the veranda are over. And it's all my fault because I wanted to leave the stupid umbrella up. It was nice while it lasted. I knew it was too good to be true. Stupid umbrella.

Manliest Man Ever

My husband is by far the manliest man I know. He fixes everything, cars, trucks, wooden things, electrical things, sheetrock things and other things. He loves to fish, hunt, camp and roll in the dirt (I guess that's what he does, I can't imagine anyone getting that dirty any other way). His hands are hands of a hard working man, you know the kind that feel like he just got finished rubbing them on the concrete. His dress clothes are his nice grey t-shirt, jeans and hiking boots. He's just the epitome of manliness and I love it!! With all that said, one would think that a man that finds great joy in killing small animals and Bambi's mom would laugh at the flu. Wrong. Last week I had pneumonia, not as near death as you would think, but I'm over it. In the middle of my recovery I had to put my own sickness aside and rush to the aide of my beloved. If I hadn't we might have lost him-at least that's what you would think by the way he acted. Apparently it's a man thing to completely fall apart when you get sick. Matt couldn't even eat he was so sick. Yes, he ran a very high fever and couldn't break it, yes, his nose was really runny, but I had the same symptoms and still managed to cook dinner and make sure the house was picked up. I guess it just goes to show it doesn't matter how manly you are you still need a good woman to make some homemade chicken noodle soup and dote over you around the clock. I'm just picking on Matt, I really enjoyed taking care of him. We did get to spend four whole days together and that's always a good thing.