Monday, April 26, 2010

CHILD'S PLAY




Drinking caffeine in it's purest, most unadulterated form...over rabbit poop ice, with birds chirping and me smiling. Ah, simple joys, people. Simple joys.

To be honest, I've had a lot of simple joys lately. The simple joy wrappers litter my counter tops, nightstand and pockets of my bathrobe. Obviously, I've been paying close attention to everyone's vinyl lettering and wooden letter blocks that TELL me, in NO uncertain terms, to simplify. And what better way, than by finding simple joy in Child's Play? And by Child's Play, I'm referring to that ENORMOUS BAG REMINISCENT OF LEFTOVER HALLOWEEN CANDY CALLED 'CHILD'S PLAY' THAT YOU CAN BUY AT YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD TARGET!

Plus, then you get a bag of Smarties to dump into the strainer bowl, and you have very CLEVER, AND AMUSED CHILDREN. Because it's all about the kids, friends. All about the kids. Okay, wait. I already said it was about simple joys. Well...why can't it be about both? Thus it becomes all about the simple joys of intelligent, frolicking children, which means I'm a better mother than you! See? In the end, it's all about me. Duh.

Which is better than having it be about my husband, as the poor lad has read one too many references toward his swollen uvula. And rather than take comfort in the fact that part (most) of what I blog about has no basis in reality, and is a magnificent exaggeration of practically everything, he has started questioning his worth to me as husband, celestial companion, father of my children, reason for my heart to go on beating.

And I can't blame him. If I were to pull up his thoughts and feelings on the computer, day after day, and find references~albeit embellished~about the woman sitting in her robe at noon thirty, with a partially peeled facial mask hanging from her chin, I might feel, oh, less than appreciated and adored.

So it's time for a little reality version of Lisa's husband~to counterbalance the gibberish I'm guilty of typing out day after day. For the record, he is HIGHEST HEIGHTS...in humor because he thinks I'm hilarious, in kindness toward my parents when his very own have left this world, in strength of character proven as a successful business owner, in overlooking my faults which I like to suggest are kind of invisible, in loving his children when I can't, in loving his wife on silent Sunday mornings, in providing for our family beyond my wildest dreams, in being long suffering when told to climb yet another relationship mountain, in turning his weaknesses into strengths, in gifting me OFTEN AND GLEEFULLY with pink and yellow roses and diamonds and rabbit poop ice makers, in being blind to my two different sized eyes, in recalling only the good in our marriage and thinking I'm the reason for it. And short of hot gluing multi-colored feathers to my underarms~giving me wings to fly~then pointing and shouting to anyone who'll listen, "That's my wife right there. Oh, wow! Would you look at her soar!"


And so, I make a blog announcement to one and all that I CHOOSE STERLING! Over and over and over again.

And do you hear that?

My heart continues to beat...

...because he chooses me.

Thank you, dear man. For choosing me.



12 comments:

Anonymous said...

YOU HAVE 2 DIFFERENT SIZED EYES?!?! That's what I got out of all of that! jk ;)

Proclaiming to the world the love of YOUR man! And it's not even Valentine's Day! Spring is in the air and look at what it does to Lisa!

How's that talk coming? New dress/shoes/purse?

Love ya...Anony

Lisa said...

Sha! Totally! In fact, the first thoughts that popped into my pea brain when Pres. Brandt asked me to speak were, "Oh, I'll need new STUFF!" Want to go shopping? Or maybe you're too embarrassed because my eyes don't match.

Erica Borrowman said...

What a sweet proclamation. Is that how it's spelled (I mena ouy ttlolay lvoe how I awlyas selpl eervytinhg rghit, so I wuold htae to dsiaoinppt you...just sayin')? Anywho...very nice. You two love each other - it's obvious in how your kids turned out. Ironic, isn't it? My son is on a mission in near-perfect-ville, so everyone on earth should know how much I love my hubby. But, we still should say it. Write it. Spout it. Once in a while. I sure like to hear it.

Anyway...nice. Oh - that different sized eyes thing...never noticed. I just notice your obvious beauty. It's very overpowering to any flaw you may have, you know. :)

Pearl said...

Wow, what an awesome hubby you have! Mine does the same thing...although, my eyes aren't different sizes, just my boobs...he loves me nonetheless. Aren't we lucky?

Ster said...

I never knew that you had 2 different sized eyes, when did this happen? I LOVE you and thanks for letting me snore. This is my favorite blog ever.

kara Elmore said...

so wait - you have TWO DIFFERENT sized eyes? ummmm did he know this? Because I'm thinking there's an annulment in the future.

Mimi Sue said...

Very sweet. Mimi

Kay said...

Well, he must indeed be Sterling if he reads his wife's blog, let alone leaves a comment. I'm jealous, but good going you two!

See Mom Smile said...

Completely awesome tribute to your hubby and to Childs Play! I feel the same way about my honey. I have two different sized eyes too! If we sit together at CBC we will look like a freak show :)

Krista said...

You don't have two different sized eyes! Sweet that Sterling reads your blogs. Sometimes I force mine upon Jared.

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

Wait... he brings you flowers and candy??? MAN! Tell him to stop by here once in a while and give my little ole' hubby a few tips in keeping the wife happy! :D

Anonymous said...

How nice. Make sure you print it out and save it in your journal for your family to read when your older and grayer. That's what journals are for.