Happy Anniversary to Me! (And to Todd Too)

Six years ago, a man gave his wife a blog for their anniversary. An unconventional gift for such an occasion, but he was no ordinary man. He was one of those guys who could tell you the best way to extract ear wax, in the event that it formed a plug. The kind of man who would rather steal a pie lifter from a dessert cart than bother to ask the server for a fork. A character, some might say… an introvert. A little socially awkward, but in a lovable way.

His wife, by contrast, was a loud but friendly extrovert, who would rather wear killer shoes she could not buckle herself, than settle for a plainer pair. She was afraid of the dark but loved horror movies. She was that person who screams out loud in a movie theatre if the music gets a little intense.

Today those crazy kids celebrate their 11th year of marriage. 11years of inside jokes, of sharing hugs, high fives, hurt and hardship. 11 years of waking up every morning, and choosing each other come hell or high water, because that is what it means to love unconditionally.

Todd, in all of the years we’ve been together, I have never once regretted my choice. I choose you today, tomorrow, and I’m going to keep on choosing you forever and ever, babe.

Happy Anniversary, Toddy Bear.

Love,

Tina Bean-a

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The Way the Cookie Crumbles

Posted by Tina Blankenship

If you are reading this post, then I can reasonably assume that you are familiar with old school Sesame Street. If that is indeed the case, then you have certainly seen the iconic sketch where serious and stern Bert loses his mind when he catches lovable goofball Ernie eating cookies in bed. Now, 6 year old Tina wouldn’t DREAM of siding with Bert on this issue. However, now that I’m an adult, I hate to admit it, but I do see the validity in his argument.

I’ll be the first to admit that I enjoy a little bedtime snack from time to time. It’s a guilty pleasure that Todd and I occasionally allow. Recently, Todd has made snacking in bed more of a habit. At first it didn’t bother me, but as his nightly snacks became more elaborate, it began to gnaw at me. I kept my mouth shut for a few days, reminding myself that there were worst things he could be doing. 

 The other night I was across the hall in our bathroom going about my evening routine. I could hear Todd chewing and laughing at Jimmy Fallon’s monologue. When I came in, I fumbled around in the dark until I found the edge of the bed. As I lifted up the covers to get in, my hand was suddenly engulfed by something squishy and wet! “Ew!”, I cried as I turned on the light to examine the mystery substance. It was tuna! I looked at Todd and asked why there was Tuna on my side of the bed? He laughed and said, “I thought I might have dropped some, but when I couldn’t find it, I thought I was imagining it.” That may have been enough of an explanation for him, but that was were I drew the line!

Henceforth, only dry foods like chips, nuts, crackers, and of course cookies are allowed in our bed. 

 Tina

Pillow Plundering

Posted by Tina Blankenship

Todd has become a Pillow Pirate! You read that right. Pillow piracy is a real thing I assure you, I live in fear of it every night! Each evening as I set sail for Dreamland, adrift in a sea of unicorns, rainbows and Channing Tatum, I navigate my way towards slumber… Suddenly, I sense danger on my starboard bow! There, looms the dreaded Pirate Saucebeard, and he plans to board my pillow, and pillage its plush, softness right out from under me! Continue reading