Pink Peonies

Dear Husband,

I understand your frustration this evening. I can't fully explain my needs. All I can say is I needed pink peonies dreadfully. They were at Fred Meyer in Meridian. My anxiety just couldn't be resolved until they were mine. Despite the fact that it was 9pm, you drove me to get them and forked over the $9.99. Now....I am finally at peace :)

Pardon me...

I've had a brief leave of absence the past few months. I apologize, but you see terrible events have taken place. Netflix was purchased. "THE WALKING DEAD"  was started. Zombie's have overtaken ALL of my free time. Therefore I must take shelter and hide out. Supplies have been gathered and Husband has all of his rifles ready. Nobody is taking this house down. We will survive!

New Years Resolutions

1.) Become a MASTER of all the things YOGA! I will look like Jillian from TV.

2.) I will stay up 15 minutes later than my normal 10 pm bedtime.

3.) I will update this blog more frequently

4.) Josh will take me on a weekly date...like the ones on Bachelor and Bachelorette

5.) I will buy an Ipad!!!

Being 25

Dear Josh,

             I found this letter I wrote to myself when I was 16. Where are my babies, small kitten, and      

             goldsfish!?

                                                                                                          Love,

                                                                                                                 Jenny

Christmas Wishlist

If anyone is in the giving mood I have composed a little list of the things that should be mine

1.) This beautiful table. It was sold at the store so now it is gone. So if you find it somewhere buy it for me.

2.) RC Willey Entertainment center...it screams my name.

3.) Shabby Apple Dress, pink peony please!

 

                         

4.) Cushy rocking chair from Ashley Furniture. It wanted to come home with me.

 

That is all. Please realize the true meaning of Christmas is not about gifts....but since we give gifts anyway these things would be nice :)

A story by Husband

(Josh emailed me this little short story he wrote about last week. I did not edit it...it is his and copyrighted)

Once upon a time there was a beautiful nurse. Her name was Jennifer Lynn.

She was a wonderful nurse. She took fabulous care of her patients and always came when they called. But that is not all she was also wonderfully kind to her husband Josh. They lived in a cute little house in Nampa ID. The lived and loved to be with each other. Jenny loved to be snugged and kissed, josh loved to snug her and kiss her it was a perfect little situation.

However, one day something unexpected came up… well I guess it wasn’t unexpected, it happened all the time. On a regular basis just like the cycles of the moon. Jenny come home from work on Monday and took her usual one to 5 nap.

This consisted of a little bit of  blog reading, sleeping and checking instagram, but mostly napping. Josh never really liked Mondays, especially Monday nights cause he knew what happened as soon as his cute adorable nurse woke from her deep Monday afternoon nap.

As  she stirred in those afternoon hours josh began to notice a change. Her beautiful complexion darkened. Her eyes sunk back into her head, her skin begun to look as if it was crawling right off her body, her hair became coarse like straw, she begins to have a foul smell, and she began to have a terrible raspy voice and  cough.  She began to whine and moan. As if it was helping to relive some of the pain inside her.

By these signs josh knew the sun had set and that his beautiful young wife had completed her Monday night transformation from incredible cute nurse to undead mean zombie nurse. Josh knew this would happen it had happened every Monday since the day she become the on-call nurse for the hospice she worked for.

However nothing ever prepares him for the cruelness she shows during those late hours of Monday. During these hours the zombie nurse would deny josh kisses or snugs. Her skin was cold and it was a direct reflection of her heart.

But like all stories there is always hope at the end of the tunnel. This hope usually comes around 8am on the following day as the sun begins to rise. Jenny’s skin gets back its lively glow, her eyes perk up, her skin warms and with is so does her heart. The smell usually subsides and is replaced by the smell of tressima and Johnson johnson soap ( disclaimer*** the smell sometimes stays till she can bath***)

These are all just small signs that she is becoming the cute adorable nurse, the biggest sign is this. As she heads out the door to do her nursely she leaves josh with a wonderful kiss. With this kiss what she is really saying is “josh my lover I am back”.  With this kiss it seals the deal that the Goldsberry house will be zombie free for the next 6 days, with this kiss she promises to not revert back for the next 144 hours, and that there will be joy and love in the Goldsberry house.

This makes it possible for them to live happily ever after.

Then end.

Thanks,

Joshua K. Goldsberry

Cutting the Cord

It all went down last weekend. My mom finally gave me the boot. No longer are my beautiful childhood belongings welcome in the Tippetts household. My mom told me to collect my things last Saturday...because they are tearing down my room, and remodeling. Little did they know that they have also torn down my little heart. They might as well just say that I am not welcome home anymore. Granted I'm being a little dramatic...but I think it is deserving. This is the room I grew up in...I cried there, sang Adele music, and danced to N'Sync. This is the room that I dreamed big dreams in, and decorated with cute knick-knacks.

I feel the saddest part of this tale is the fact that Brian's things remain home. He has not been asked to collect and take away his old Junk. Do they love him more? I can't see why?! Do they not realize that I will care for them when the time comes? I am the nurse! I know the truth about nursing homes! I'm the one they call when "the baby" needs a ride...or a place to stay while they are away. I'm the one who is designated as her guardian if anything terrible should happen to mom.  I'm the one who was thoughtful enough to do the dishes before the parents come home. Oh mother! What have you done!?

I fear I have no further words to express my grief. These photos will do the talking. RIP my beautiful room of fourteen years.