Thanks to my blog’s Live Traffic Feed (complements of Feedjit) I am well aware of the FIVE visits my site has had in the last twenty four hours from Arequipa, Peru. While it is possible that my blog is the cat’s meow in South America, it is more likely that Trevor has been spying on me. I say “spying” because it is not like the boy is commenting, emailing, Facebooking or making any effort to otherwise communicate with me.
Well, I take that back. He DID Facebook me. Once. On Tuesday. The message? “How are u doing? Things are going good here. heading to the orphanage to watercolor with the kids.”
For those keeping track, that is a total of eighteen words. Nineteen if you count the subject line which read, “Hola!”
Meanwhile, I Facebooked Trevor back a total of 272 words, and then updated my blog with another 705 words about how I was doing and whatnot. That is a total of 977 words! 958 MORE words than Trevor has written me!
(Wow. That last paragraph makes me sound whiney, neurotic, pathetic, somewhat obsessed and more than a little wordy.)
(All of which is more or less true.)
But I digress…
Last Saturday, I drove Trevor to the church to meet the other mission team members before they all piled into a van and headed to the airport. While in route, Trevor turned to me and said, “Oh, and will you pick me up at DFW next Sunday?”
Me: “Sure. What is your flight number?”
Trevor: “I don’t know off the top of my head. I will email it to you.”
We then proceeded to arrive at the church, and I had to ask – nay, BEG - Trevor to kiss me goodbye before he hopped in the van for the airport. He was so eager to go, he nearly closed the door in my face.
All this might have something to do with why I am refusing to miss him publically.
As for the flight information? Well, as of TODAY, I have only received one meager attempt at correspondence from my husband on Tuesday, which (again) read: “How are u doing? Things are going good here. heading to the orphanage to watercolor with the kids.” Please note that none of that has any bearing on air travel. Unless it is written in code. If so, Trevor should already know that I am not that observant or clever.
Granted, I was able to ascertain his return flight information by emailing one of the other mission team spouses. But then she wanted to know why Trevor didn’t give it to me, and I had to explain to her that he probably thought he DID…psychically.
We had a good giggle.
(And I cried a little on the inside.)
Meanwhile, this same mission team spouse has been forwarding her husband’s emails around to the rest of the “Prayer Team”. There have been several emails from him to her, containing MULTIPLE paragraphs, each more detailed than the last, with loads of information about the trip, what they have been doing each day, etc. To say I was jealous is a complete understatement.
This same mission team member also has time to upload photos of the group to Photobucket and – here’s the kicker – he just happens to be Trevor’s roommate in Peru. So, if HE has time to send his wife paragraphs and photographs, why doesn’t Trevor?
See: JEALOUS! I didn’t lie!
The worst is that I am fairly sure Trevor hasn’t missed an opportunity to follow the Mavericks in the NBA Finals on the internet. And he obviously has had time to check my blog FIVE FLIPPING TIMES in the last twenty four hours. So, why, why, WHY hasn’t he written me anything else? People keep asking me how he is doing, and all I have to share is that he went to watercolor with the kids sometime on Tuesday. As far as I know, he is STILL watercoloring. I know nothing else!
Next year, if Trevor returns to Peru, I’ve already decided that I am not going to blog, Facebook or otherwise communicate with my husband. Except, of course, for one random wall post midweek that says something to the effect of:
“How are you? I am fine. Gotta’ go to work now.”
HRMPH!
Friday, June 03, 2011
Thursday, June 02, 2011
On Game Two of the NBA finals...
Apparently, for the Mavs to win, I need to give up and go to bed about halfway through the fourth quarter.
The same thing happened when they played OKC. They won that game, too.
I am sensing a trend.
Of course, the most amazing part of this whole thing is that I am watching the game at all. Maybe Trevor has rubbed off on me? [Shakes head]
The same thing happened when they played OKC. They won that game, too.
I am sensing a trend.
Of course, the most amazing part of this whole thing is that I am watching the game at all. Maybe Trevor has rubbed off on me? [Shakes head]
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Uh-oh, Trevor! Uh-oh!
Trevor is the one on the right leaning on the shovel in the photo.
Dear Trevor,
You are wearing a not-wife approved hat in the picture above. Where is the one you bought in Lampasas? The one with the wide brim that will protect your ears and the back of your neck from the sun? Don't forget what happened in 2010! I had about all I could take of Nicholas Sparks last summer!
Just because you can't see me doesn't mean that your roomie has stopped uploading trip pics to photobucket site or that I have ceased to pay attention. You aren't the only one with the power of the internet, you know! I'm watching you, too!
Love,
Person who worries about you and your oh-so fair skin
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
GO MAVS!
Yep, that's right, Tevo. I am actually watching the NBA Finals voluntarily.
I know you are proud of me.
And, just in case you were wondering, I am watching it in non HD on purpose to prove the point that what happens in HD also happens in non HD simultaneously.
Well that and I didn't want to make you TOO jealous.
I know you are proud of me.
And, just in case you were wondering, I am watching it in non HD on purpose to prove the point that what happens in HD also happens in non HD simultaneously.
Well that and I didn't want to make you TOO jealous.
Dear Trevor...
Yes. This is a letter for my husband.
No. We didn't break up. Yes. I am still speaking to him.
He is back in Peru on another mission trip. Last year, he told me that he would have no way of communicating with me while he was down there. So, I updated my blog with several posts about my sans-Trevor diet, which mainly included eating popcorn or cereal for dinner for the better part of a week while watching his doppelganger, Peter Krause, in episode after episode of Parenthood on my DVR.
Yes, I was that kind of weepy newly wed. [Shakes head]
So, basically, he lied about not having internet access while in South America. And then he sicked his mom on me.
Lesson learned, Trevor. Lesson learned.
This year, I was prepared, and even thought about not updating this little piece of the internet for the entire time of his trip. Take that, Tevo! But then he Facebooked me this afternoon, and I decided to throw him a bone:
No. We didn't break up. Yes. I am still speaking to him.
He is back in Peru on another mission trip. Last year, he told me that he would have no way of communicating with me while he was down there. So, I updated my blog with several posts about my sans-Trevor diet, which mainly included eating popcorn or cereal for dinner for the better part of a week while watching his doppelganger, Peter Krause, in episode after episode of Parenthood on my DVR.
Yes, I was that kind of weepy newly wed. [Shakes head]
So, basically, he lied about not having internet access while in South America. And then he sicked his mom on me.
Lesson learned, Trevor. Lesson learned.
This year, I was prepared, and even thought about not updating this little piece of the internet for the entire time of his trip. Take that, Tevo! But then he Facebooked me this afternoon, and I decided to throw him a bone:
Dear Trevor,
My eating has been fine, thankyouverymuch! I went out to lunch with Ah-Knee on Saturday after you left, and then saw the movie Bridesmaids. Dinner was a yummy salad from Whole Foods. I briefly considered buying salad fixings at the store and making it at home, but that seemed like a lot of effort with a perfectly good and fully stocked salad bar just down the street.
On Sunday, I had lunch with Rachel and then headed to City Arts with her and the Q (after a brief stop at Bert's house to care for Jack who, for once, didn't bite, scratch or otherwise draw blood from yours truly). Memorial Day was spent having one last meal with Mimi (who was leaving for London today), followed by swimming and dinner out at The Resort at Pamelot.
Yes, I have eaten cereal since you left, but mostly for breakfast. But I haven't had a single kernel of popcorn. Oh, and because I know it will make you sad, I finished the last of the cottage cheese in the fridge.
The dogs, on the other hand, have had kibble for every meal since Saturday. I actually went to PetCo after work today and bought some Greenies to mix it up a bit.
Haskell has stepped up now that he is the "man" of the house, has a full time job where he lounges on his bed for 23.5+ hours a day and is now speaking five languages fluently. Alley is pretty sure that you have abandoned her, and is sucking up to me BIG time. I am not sure that Gypsy has noticed you are missing.
I have steered clear of anything starring Peter Krause, but have cleared almost every single episode of Dateline off the DVR. You can imagine how this has effected my mental state.
I heart you. You better be wearing your hat and sunscreen.
Sincerely,
The Wifey
P.S. It is possible that I miss you, but I would never admit it over the internet. ;P
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
My daylilies are blooming!
These daylilies are the descendants of my great grandparent's daylilies from the old family home on Swiss Avenue. The house no longer exists, but the daylilies have been planted, grown, thinned and past down ever since.
Auntie Mimi gave me mine last fall when her's needed thinning.
When I see the flowers, I think of Moo and I am happy.
Auntie Mimi gave me mine last fall when her's needed thinning.
When I see the flowers, I think of Moo and I am happy.
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