Surprise!

Maybe this has happened to you, or maybe I am too trusting, or maybe someone really was just confused. I went swimming this morning, and as usual, I hang my towel up by the showers before I go to the pool so I can go their directly when I am done. But this time when I went to shower, my towel was missing! There was another towel next to the hook I had left mine, so I thought perhaps someone accidentally grabbed the wrong one? But alas, there were only a few others there and they did not have my towel. But there was also another woman still in the pool, so I didn't dare take the remaining towel and risk doing the same thing to another that was done to me. Oh well. It certainly isn't ideal to have to get dressed without using a towel first, but so it went. I especially felt bad though, because the towel actually belonged to Nate; one he brought to the marriage. :) Upon my return home, he informed me that it was one he had since the mission. Luckily, he assured me he was glad to be rid of it, and sorry for the person who has it now. Phew! May you all never lose your towel when you go swimming, and I might advise to keep it in sight (or your locker) at all times.

Skiing moguls is a good lesson on life

Nate impressed me today. He has been skiing now a total of 6 times in his entire life, and 5 of those have been with me. Skiing was a requirement to be my husband. And, he is one quick learner! We spent at least half of the day today on moguls, and I'm really not even that great anyway. Nate was stubbornly determined to learn how to ski moguls; I continued to encourage, but also offered an option out, but he was committed to be a champion. By early afternoon, he got it. He was in a groove, and showed that mountain who was boss. Skiing on the greens near the bottom (no offense to anyone who prefers them) suddenly became a bore. While we were on the mountain and I was trying to offer useful coaching, I started paying attention to my own form more, and then I got to thinking that skiing moguls is a lot like life. You have to build/rely on personal strength to face the challenge, and you have to be agile/flexible to adjust to whatever is presented. So here's to moguls. Thank goodness we also get a rest in between runs (and sometimes during).

My husband talks in his sleep

Yes, we've been married 9 months now, but sleeping through the night still proves to be a challenge for us, and especially for Nate. He does not like to share his space! I've been kneed during his soccer dreams, and spent many nights barely hanging on to the edge. Lately he's started talking in his sleep. The first episode he got really excited, or angry perhaps, and made some exclamation in his "Asian" speak. Most recently, I've had a cough, which has really kept him up at night, and one night he finally got frustrated and said something to me in Spanish, and put his hand over my mouth to quiet me. I can't lie, even though he wakes me up fairly regularly, I'm loving the entertainment. :)

Shuffle - providing the variety we need

So, when we hear Christmas music playing in the house in March - or any other month besides December for that matter - we know its my IPOD playing on shuffle. I'm upstairs and I hear the music play through. And then a country song comes on...but just for a second. Yes, as suspected, Nate endures the Christmas music, but not the country - not a chance!