Dirt!

Monday April-27-09 Tucson, Az.

We arrived at about 1am and could see nothing but dirt for as far as our headlights would shine. Dirt roads. Dirt driveways. Dirt yards. Dirt! Dirt! Dirt!

Steve's excitement rose just as quickly as my need for a shower. He could taste the fun from within the confined space of the pickup cab, and I could feel the dirt enveloping my body as though metals shards to a magnetic host. With each rotation of the large truck tires, another layer of dirt settles on my skin and another fun adventure enters Steve's mind.

He's dreaming of dune buggies and dirt bikes. I'm anticipating rich steamy fragrant lather sliding down my body, taking the layers of dirt with it. He's greatly looking forward to introducing our little fc's to the wide open spaces of boy heaven! I'm greatly looking forward to reuniting them to a nice hot bath!

As I long for my loofah, we approach Jody's house. The dirt from the road led us up the driveway and kissed the foundation of the house. Half the front yard is dirt, and the other half is decorated with rocks and stepping stones, in hopes of forming some sort of boundary for the yard. As we get out of the truck, and make our way up the dirt driveway/yard, we notice that aside from a few brown patches of dried brush and the rock yards, there is no distinction between road, driveway, or yard. We are completely surrounded by dirt!

We go inside-Steve filled with the excitement and anticipation for the sun to rise and the fun to begin! I am filled with the excitement and anticipation of loosing 10 lbs of dirt when I jump into the steamy red-hot shower! Inside we find a dune buggy! Excitement pours from Steve, and I can taste a little hint of it on my tongue! I can't wait to see the boys' expressions when they are riding it with him!

We all go to bed excited for the dirt that awaits...even me!

Sparks Will Fly!

I am, by nature, a Princess. I love pink, and anything that sparkles. I prance, because walking is for 'norms'. And I hold up my pinky whenever I drink from my tea cup. The flip side of this wonderful blessing that I am, is not quite as dainty or beautiful. Do NOT fluff my ruffles when I'm tired, nor push any of my buttons, or simply hope for anything of me at all! ALWAYS bring sweetened coffee when waking me, as I am made of sugar and need to be refilled every day! And NEVER EVER try to pick a fight with me, for I fight to win! This is me in a nutshell, or rather a pumpkin!

Somehow, my hubby, the norm that he is, doesn't quite understand this. I began my first job in 4 yrs and 9 months, on Wednesday, the 25th of this lovey month of March. I got home about 6pm, spent about two hours on the phone and playing with my little firecrackers, and then the rest of the evening with my hubby. I do not have to be back to work until Monday, so I have a beautiful four day weekend that lies ahead of me! My Dear Hubby, however, must be to work at noon on Thursday, the 26th. So, we wake on Thurs, enjoy lounging around in jammies, playing online, watching cartoons...just chillin. I have plans to clean our palace after he leaves for work, as he'll be gone for 10 hours, and I have nothing planned for the day. ~You must know that Princesses do NOT clean! They have servants to do this for them. Real ones do anyway.~

DH is a little upset because I still haven't cleaned any of the palace, and he's cleaned almost all of it, by now! He gently asks, in that sweet way that DH's do, if I would tidy up the palace. I happily said "Of course!" with a little skip in my prance as I made my way to the stove to retrieve my breakfast ~my butler is on vacation~!

That was obviously NOT what he wanted to hear. He immediately made some snide remark about how my job wasn't really work, and that I needed to get off my lazy something or other, I don't quite remember, all I heard was that my job wasn't really work. How dare him! This Princess spent eight looong hours listening to an employee handbook being read verbatim by a mono tone voice! NOT WORK?!? What does he know?!!! It's not like he has to sit for eight hours a day...he gets to stand and excitedly talk to hundred's of people for an average of 10 hours a day! I'd like to see him do my job! He wouldn't survive three hours!

His snide remark bit me quite hard, so I snapped back with, "What do you want from me?! Do you want to fight?! Let's fight!!!" He walked away saying, "I don't want anything from you." ~I was of course happy, because Princesses are quite happy when they win!~

I attempted to eat my breakfast, but couldn't. I felt soooo bad for the way that I had treated him. My DH works sooooooooooo hard for me and our firecrackers. The least I could do was get off my lazy bum and give him a clean palace to come home to!

He came to kiss me goodbye~I wouldn't have kissed me goodbye after that~ and I apologized to him as he leaned in. "I'm sorry for being such a Princess and picking a fight with you." Then we both held back our laughter and he said, "That's just what Princesses do!" He laid one one me with that comment and we both came away laughing!

It's wonderful when sparks fly in both directions!!!