seinfeld moments

i was telling my mom about something that i thought was a serious problem and she responded by laughing and telling me "this is blog material-so seinfeld!" i paused and wondered if she was right. maybe this thing i saw as a big dilemma could be chalked up to nothing more than a silly situation. or maybe not. see, here is the thing, since 2007, i have been going to one of the finest-no-THE finest thai food restaurant in the entire world. you will probably balk at this statement and say to yourself, "no way, so and so is better" but i promise you that if you were to try this place, you would agree with me. i have taken friends to this place, and all of them are return patrons, and it was the first place dj and i went on our first alone date. he loved it and it became our place. we dream about it, drool over it, talk about it with starry eyes. it is a treat for us to eat there, and we make it a point to stop in san marcos every month or so for some pad thai with chicken, house salad with peanut dressing, and beef with spicy noodles. the people who work there recognize our faces now and the last several times we went, they gave us dessert on the house, or extra andies mints with our check, and stopped by our table for frequent chatter. they LOVED us.

and then it happened.

i  wanted to order something i had never had before so i asked for the red curry dish. big mistake. yes it was still very good, but it just wasn't pad thai with chicken spicy number 7, and it wasn't that satisfying. so i took a few bites for good measure and then told dj, "i can't eat it, what do i do?" he suggested letting the server know and see if they could take it back and bring me what i always order instead. i asked so nicely. i apologized profusely, i complimented them and thanked them. but it was to no avail. no longer did they linger for conversation. no free dessert. not even an andies mint graced our check. we didn't even get our usual warm goodbye. i hope it's not beyond repair. this is a relationship we must restore. soon.
~mrs. p

And we're back!

Well, we've definitely had a case of writer's block around here. We have written some blogs and then re-read them and said, "meh, don't wanna post that after all." Ever determined to stretch this out until our anniversary like we envisioned, we are trying to come up with fresh new ideas. I haven't read any marriage books lately, but I recently watched a movie about a couple about to get married and the future groom said something to his friend that stood out to me. He said, "it's weird, how easy it is to destroy something." It made me realize how true that statement is when it comes to our lives. Thinking of all the recent floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, and earthquakes that have devastated people all over the world, it is clear that nature and circumstances can shake our lives upside down at any moment. But this guy's statement made me also think about how we sometimes destroy things in our lives with our actions. It is kind of like playing Jenga. You can build your tower higher and higher but each time you take a piece out of it, you shouldn't be surprised when the whole thing tumbles to the ground. I don't want to have a marriage that is as wobbly and unsteady as a Jenga tower. I pray that we build a foundation that is strong and sturdy, and that we only add to our relationship, rather than take away from it. I don't want to hold my breath and hope for the best, I want to live deliberately. 

~Mrs. P 

Many a person has told me that marriage is a marathon and not a sprint and I have continued to muse upon that and see what that would look like. When one is running a marathon, they go through a great amount of stages in those 26.2 miles ranging anywhere from runners high, wanting to pass out and the infamous hitting "the wall" feeling. When one is going to hit "the wall", everything in their body is telling them that it does not want to run anymore, but one must with great difficulty push through that mental barrier and keep trudging on even if it is the hardest thing to do at that point. Now in a sprint, if you're running a hundred yards and you feel like you're gonna die, you probably should stop and build up to that level over time. One can't treat marriage like a sprint, because then you have "the option" to stop, and one must not consider stopping as an option. In the marathon, it's not only a test of physical prowess, but it can test you mentally and emotionally. Now, I have never run a marathon and I promised myself that I never will, BUT if I were to run one and finish, I would feel so much more accomplished having done that, than if I were to have just completed my hundred yard dash. I'm sure for most marathon runners it's for the love of the sport that they keep doing it, and I'm certain that there has been evil little voices telling them to just stop running cause it would be easier, but they kept doing it anyway. Marriage has been an absolute joy for me, and I have loved every step of the way. sure it has tested me a time or two but I leaped the hurdle and kept the mindset that I shouldn't be discouraged by a rough night, rough day or even a rough week, it's for the love of this beautiful woman that I will still press on and enjoy her company.

~Mr. P

june 9th