Last weekend’s Houston Marathon was a big run for Kelly and our best friend, J. Kelly desperately needed a really strong run, a run that said he still had speed and a fighting chance to chase a Boston qualifying time. J wanted to break 4 hours. He said the mission was PR or ER. Both […]
Love the Boy
Remembering Christmas Parties of Yore
Apparently, Kelly didn’t get the memo that it was a photo booth. He thought it was a kissing booth. I didn’t mind.
I Live with a Lethal Man
Stinging insects beware. My husband will kill you dead. D-E-A-D … and without regrets. There is no chance of escape. [ I feel strangely safe, loved and well-protected from all stinging enemies, foreign and domestic. ]
Why Kelly Loves Texas
In the midst of a rousing group sing-along to “God blessed Texas” midway through the Brad Paisley concert, Kelly turned to me and said: This is why I love Texas – it’s just the best state. And full of a bunch of drunk proud people. Source
Marking a Record
This year was the big 1-5 for the Hayleys – 15 years of (mostly) wedded bliss. As DINK (Dual-Income-No-Kids), we’ve been a footloose and fancy free household. In 15 years, we have: Lived in 5 apartments Rented 1 house Owned 1 house Cared for (and spoiling) 3 cats Moved overseas (and back) It only seemed […]
I Sent a Text
I sent Kelly a text the other morning, just to let him know that I loved him. He never answered. That night was his usual evening commitment, which means I tend to either book evening meetings or work late. When I finally got home, I found a box of donuts from Max’s on the kitchen […]
My Predictable Guy
We had a great time on Saturday hanging out in Fort Worth with my family. That despite having run 15 miles with a 3:45 am start time and experiencing the closest thing I’ve felt to jet lag without actually being in jet lag. I suppose a week at conference plus a 3:45 am run start […]
Sometimes…
Sometimes you look at your spouse and realize you haven’t gone away, just the two of you, for a non-family, non-faith based, non-friend related trip. Sometimes you just need time to invest in your marriage. So we did over the July 4th weekend – and it was good.
My Cross to Bear
For every photo that I’m happy with, like this: I have to endure a shot (or three or five) like this: He will not behave.
Do Not
Do not tell your husband, Don’t laugh. Do not tell your husband, I don’t want to hear mocking comments. Do not tell your husband, I have a good reason for doing this. The truth is, you’re wasting your breath while giving him fair warning that he needs to rev up his joke machine. This is […]