i just think it would be awfully romantic to be somebody's muse. wouldn't that be killer?
it's just that i married an accountant.
when we first started dating, brandon was not an accountant. he was a god. he wore women's shirts because he liked a slimmer cut, he climbed mountains on the weekends, spoke spanish like a latin lover, and his favorite shoes to wear around campus were birkenstocks that once belonged to his grandma.
i never had any real interest in artists or musicians or other tortured types because i recognized at an early age the need for somebody to be a grown up and heaven forbid if that somebody had to be me. and that's why that guy in his grandma's birks was so perfect for me. a guy who'd give me his favorite chilean bracelet he's had since his mission and take me to see man of la mancha in cedar city and have really fantastic arm hair, but also know how to make solid decisions and not put up with too much of my bull crap. (he likes my bull crap, don't let him fool you.)
brandon is still a god. i guess. it's just that there aren't any mountains in manhattan, and birks are not elegant work wear. i miss those birks, i really do. i also miss his bushy red beard. (i'm on a mission to get that beard back! just you wait!)
but i like to imagine that when brandon looks at me he becomes inspired to craft up gloriously elegant spreadsheets, or write a terribly poetic memo. i suppose a real good spreadsheet is an art form worthy of my brilliantly off-key renditions of popular show tunes.
if huck had a muse these days, it would be pasta.
Ok so do you remember when we talked about CLOMID? Probably not, but we did. Anyway, I used it for both of my kids, then my mom's friend told me I looked "yeasty" and I took her liquid probiotics for three months. Snap snap pregnant. Body is working again. Never thought I could have a babe without CLOMID but it's true. Apparently yeast makes your ovaries like leather and wont release the eggs. Even though I don't ever have yeast infections I was super "yeasty." TMI??? hope not! Just wanted to share!
ReplyDelete@Em--are you telling me I look yeasty?!?
ReplyDeletepasta is totally my muse, too. LOL
ReplyDelete@Em--also, CONGRATS!!!!! :)
ReplyDeleteOhh I want to be someone's muse too. But I think that you are definitely Brandon's muse. And I envy that. I envy your love. It just seems so lovely and perfect. And in some way I think he is your muse too. And that is just wonderful as well.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Huck is looking more like a little man in every picture you post!
Hey! That's how I eat pasta, too!
ReplyDeleteYou can be my muse:
ReplyDeleteThere once was a dark haired beauty
Who never once shirked her duty
But faithfully cooked
A burrito so good
Her Holbsy ate it and proclaimed it "Real goodie!"
This amazing Rat
Drank caffeine by the vat
But it never affected her sleep
She guzzled each drop
And not once did stop
Then prayed the Lord her soul to keep
Her knuckles she cracked
Til Holbs tickled her back
Then donned his man cardigan.
His sperm-count thus raised
And the mood all ablaze,
He made her a spreadsheet again!
On second thought, replace "Real goodie!" with the words "Best foodie!" I like that better. :-)
ReplyDeleteAh the men we love. My husband is studying business while he works full time - now that is a good time! it leaves me lots of time to play with my little baby and walk the parks a lot (least im losing my baby weight?)!
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Awwww wee cutie pie.
ReplyDeletepasta WOULD be huck's muse.
ReplyDeleteps - i feel like you should appreciate that i'm currently taking part in a KUWTK marathon. next to YGM, this is really the best thing i could be watching right now. no shame.
oh my. That last picture made me burst out laughing - at work. Too cute!
ReplyDeleteHuck's hair is looking a little reddish in these pictures...might he take a little after Brandon afters all?
ReplyDeleteNatalie!! I laughed out loud at this post.
ReplyDeleteAnd good golly, shouldn't pasta be my muse too?? Can I get away with digging in face first??
Me thinks it wouldn't be as cute on an almostthirty year old.
hahaha make a spreadsheet. i love this post.
ReplyDeleteyou are too funny. and your diet Pepsi + sleep is impressive.
Lindsay
I love this post and I love the last photo. It's priceless!!
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OMG this makes perfect sense. LOL Pastaaaaaa!
ReplyDeleteoh man! I tell myself the same things about my husband. He gets up in the middle of the night to do his foreign currency trading just for us, our future little family, cause you know, he could live on top ramen if need be.
ReplyDeletebahaha we are the same... "i never had any real interest in artists or musicians or other tortured souls because i recognized at an early age the need for somebody to be a grown up and heaven forbid if that somebody had to be me." this is why i date engineers, lawyers and actuaries. they're more prone to pay the bills on time while i'm off writing blogs and building kites out of old wrapping paper, or whatever it is that i do.
ReplyDeleteI love that little huckster. Thanks for sharing him with us.
ReplyDeleteYou are so brave to let him eat pasta on the couch. And his hair is turning red!
ReplyDeleteAbout to pee my pants from laughing. And I'm sitting in a law office, so that's awkward.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the fun thoughts!
About to pee my pants from laughing. And I'm sitting in a law office, so that's awkward.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the fun thoughts!
About to pee my pants from laughing. And I'm sitting in a law office, so that's awkward.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the fun thoughts!
Huck is doing what I always have to fight to NOT do... sticking his face in the pasta bowl is hilarious! Also, my husband recently started learning guitar (day job: financial analyst), so I'm think I can be his muse for his new hobby. Some amazing songs are going to come from that guitar! haha
ReplyDeleteyou do the 'i'm awesome aren't i' bit pretty good. this one made me laugh :)
ReplyDeletein love with this post.
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