How Much is That Blogger in the Window?

Hey bloggers. This is Lance, just dropping in to write a guest article for Kristen's blog. Are they called articles? Are they called blogs? Is the page the blog or are the entries the blogs? Anyway, I just found out a couple of hours ago that this thing existed. I was needless to say shocked, scared, and a little embarrassed. What is she saying about me out here in cyberspace? What weird things about me is she saying to the 2-4 readers that come and visit here a week? Are there more.... oh no.... How many people read this anyway? I'm being outed as an "avid gamer" now? She's talking about bathroom etiquette in here? Embarrassing pictures of the early years? oh boy.... Here's a little Lance and Kristen trivia for ya': In that picture of us on "one of our first dates" is so embarrassing to me!! She wanted to hold my hand in the picture and I quickly moved it away. I would not have that... I mean, I'll let her hold my hand from time to time now, but come on. Let what happens in the bedroom stay in the bedroom, I say. I wish I had more to say here, but I am almost speechless. I am scared to know what's gonna be written on here in the future. I will keep a close eye on this page at all times now. Man... you think you know a girl. I am married to an avid blogger. I never hoped it would come to that. Still.... I guess I can just chalk this one up to my wife being happy. We're happy. My wife loves me.

It was all worth it.

I am the wife of an avid gamer. I got sucked into going to the midnight Halo game release with him and his friends. If you know me, you know I'm in bed by 10:30 every night. My dear husband insisted on putting his xbox in our bedroom so "we can watch netflix in bed". When we get home, I got to fall asleep to the sounds of he and his friends through the headset playing. I had hoped that once I was asleep I'd go into my normal zombie like sleep, but no, I woke up probably just about every 30 minutes until he turned the game off, which must have been about 4. Lance has Tuesdays off so it's no big deal for him.

7:00 came very quick this morning. As I kissed Lance goodbye he asked how I slept and I told him the truth. Awful.

I gather my purse and head to the door to leave and find a note sticking to the door. It was a sweet note from Lance telling me that he loves me and all that mushy stuff. This is a big deal coming from him. In our whole 3 years of odd confusing dating relationship times he doesn't show his feelings or do sweet things often. I have gotten one flower from him. One.

That note made my day. Who cares if I got a crappy night sleep. My husband loves me.

How does that happen?!

Do your days ever drag on but before you know it, it's another weekend? I hate it but love it at the same time.

In other news, Lance and I discovered that if Orion gets on his hind legs on our bed, which is his sign for us to lift him up (our bed is huge, like hip height) and we play like we're asleep, he'll leave and make his way to the couch for the night. It is sweet bliss being able to stretch out while I sleep. A 50 pound dog using dead weight is hard to move.

He always knows when to bring out those puppy dog eyes.