Dull Moments

The more I talk to other people, the more I realize Robert is a surprising genius.  Other people are always telling me how great his solutions are, how he fixed something no one else could, how he was way funnier than they thought. {I'm allowed to brag about him, right?!} Today, I am grateful for the fact that Robert is a financial genius. And he is a financial genius that married a financial idiot. In a room of co-workers today, I was the only person who did not assume a car payment was a permanent way of life. That, my friends, is financial genius. I knew more about financial planning than any of them. Me, the financial idiot -- all because I married him! A few weeks ago, I told Robert I could not handle the way we did our budget anymore. Like, I hated it. Robert, who hates change and has been doing the budget the same way for 10 years, re-vamped the whole system for me. And now, I am excited (which almost never happens when it comes to the topic of budgeting). It's...

Are you excited for Turkey Day? I am. I told you in Unashamed Love that it was the first of a few (http://chrissysdullmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/unashamed-love.html). My last post should have been post II, and I forgot to tag it. This is post III. Child Like Faith and Honest Praise This is my last Thanksgiving at the house on Stockard Street. I have loved spending Thanksgiving with my sister in Indianapolis pretty much since she got married and moved here. And now, on Stockard Street, I am less than 10 minutes away. This Thanksgiving, I am grateful for those years. The years in college when I was in a dark place, and I would come down to Indianapolis and be alleviated from it for a while. I would make the drive down, get in late, hug Mandy and Steve, and crawl into that perfect guest bed that they have. And breathe. This Thanksgiving, I am grateful for period from 2008-now. Yes, we were in TN last year, but it feels like a tiny blip on the radar. I am grateful for the chance to have...

I'm the kind of girl who used to manage to squeeze in things like laundry and washing the floor before I went to work. I used to go from 6:00am to 8:00pm without much stopping. That included chores, work, cooking, working out, any social activity, and at 8:00pm getting to sit down and eat dinner. There was just all always stuff to do. Now... um... My carpet is really vacuumed. Like, more than once a week. Our dog has become spoiled rotten. The baked goods and organization are getting out of control. I have never been a person who is very good at "just chillin". I like to do things. I love to have my plan. This drives my husband nuts. So this transition, in many ways, has been really good for me. I have had to learn to just... do whatever. To chill. To not freak out when I think, "Man, the only thing I can think of to do today is vacuum again". I think Robert has actually told me more than once that he is proud of how I am taking it in stride. Little does he know...