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This weekend my beloved Captain Cavedweller will turn the big 4-0.

As in middle age.

As in over the hill.

As in not quite as old as me, so I better stop now.

I may have mentioned it once or twice, but I kind of like this guy.

As in love him with every fiber of my being.

As in completely and totally crazy-in-love with him.

As in he makes my heart melt on a daily basis.

Anyone who knows us, knows Captain Cavedweller finds it difficult to be serious… about anything. He loves to tease and laugh and joke. Quite often at my expense. I can come home after a hard, challenging day and he can have me laughing hysterically before I quite know what has happened.

He has a gentle way with little old ladies and kiddos that is to be admired. He has yet to meet a cat, dog or any fur-covered pet that he didn’t like. The feeling is usually mutual.

He lets me be me, loves me unconditionally and surprises me daily with his encouragement and generosity. No matter how off-the-wall it might be, he listens to all my ideas and buoys my dreams while helping me keep my feet on the ground.

Captain Cavedweller is one-of-a-kind and I know I am very, very blessed to have him in my life.

And if the landscape of my life looked a little different, I would love to have half a dozen little boys at home that looked just like this.

Happy 40th Birthday, melter-of-my-heart,  my very own Captain Cavedweller!

She Who Adores You

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Last year I wrote all about the Blooms of Death that invade my backyard around this time of the flower blooming season.

Well, the wretched things are back and in full bloom.

It is my opinion that they are:

1. obscene

2. disgusting

3. smelly behind anything imaginable. If you’ve ever smelled a dead rodent imagine multiplying that smell times 100 and having it waft in your open windows.

Captain Cavedweller, on the other hand, thinks they are fantastic. Of course he would.

She Who Can’t Wait for The Blooms to be Done

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If you’ve read my blog at all you have probably gathered from my ramblings that I like roses.

A lot.

As in they bring me ridiculous amounts of joy. They make me smile. They draw me into a wistful state and leave me floating in  blissful summer dreams.

We’ve had not only an unseasonable amount of cool weather but also some vicious wind that wreaked havoc on my poor roses.

Entire branches were broken off, poor little buds were beaten without mercy and I’m not convinced the two escaped convicts (aka the neighbor dogs) didn’t use them as some sort of sadistic demolition course.

I was surprised when I went out and found several roses blossoming despite all the challenges they’ve faced this spring.

Unable to stop myself, I cut a bouquet and brought it in the house where the scent led me into a somewhat euphoric state that Captain Cavedweller had to push me out of – at least long enough to make his dinner.

She Who Loves Roses

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I love roses.

Anyone who knows me at all, even a little bit, probably knows that fact. It really isn’t a secret.

I also love roses growing in my garden. Captain Cavedweller does not. So it is my sole responsibility to take care of the roses. He will water them on occasion, but when it comes to getting close enough to touch them or be snagged by the thorns, he stays far, far away. I am the one who looks like I’ve wrestled a bob cat anytime the roses must be tended or trimmed.

So the other day, Captain Cavedweller bought me some gloves.

Not just any gloves, mind you, but rose trimming gloves.

They are lavender leather and lovely and have extra long coverings that go nearly up to my elbow.

The bright pink stitching on them makes them even more girlie – an added bonus.


The sweet rose embellishments on the back nearly threw me for a loop.


The roses on each finger tip completely made me melt in a puddle. I’m a done-gone-goner.

She Who Loves, Loves, Loves These Gloves – and Captain Cavedweller


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A Monday List

A list of randomness because it is Monday and because:

1. It finally (FINALLY) feels like summer outside. The sun is shining, the air is warm and it looks like a lovely day!

2. My cowlick refuses to be tamed into submission today, even with a shellac coating of hairspray.

3. I continue to wear a skirt knowing the odds are high the zipper will get stuck and I’ll be circling like a dog chasing it’s tail trying to get the stupid thing zipped. Again.

4. My house needs cleaned in the very worst way. Someone really needs to get on this before it gets really out of hand, like my backyard.

5. My backyard looks like disaster struck full force. There are dead plants, holes, barren wasteland, limbs, stumps and assorted and sundry trimmings that need to go away.

6. The neighbor dog and our cats torment each other through the fence. He barks, they bat at him and all is right in their world. Which means all is not in mine.

7. The milk went bad Saturday and apparently the canned milk in my pantry was purchased around the time big hair and spiral perms were popular.

8. I discovered canned milk can, indeed, go bad.

9. Someone who lives at my house needs to go to the grocery store. Someone who thinks he is funny and teases me without mercy. Yep, that is the someone who needs to go. That would be the same someone who should clean the house, do damage control in the backyard and make the cats play nice with the neighbor dog.

10. Miss Maizy has decided the screen door to the patio is a huge play toy that she should climb on, hang from, sharpen her claws in and, in general, do everything she can to spur on its demise.

The end…

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You know how you find yourself at weird times of the day (like, for example at 3 a.m. when you can’t sleep) browsing through websites for odd things that would never cross your mind when you are functioning normally?

Yeah, me either.

Anyhooooo, I may have searched through some websites and those evil tracking cookies seem to know just exactly which particular items I most long to have because they have become relentless in tormenting and teasing me.

Every time I open up a website, it seems like their ads are there, winking from the sidelines, blasting across the top banners.

I wish someone would make them stop. I’m pretty sure it is damaging my already fragile psyche.

Just to give you an idea…

I was browsing clothes and now –

This super cute top follows me everywhere.

I wandered over to a few online shoe stores which led me to look at a boot website which led to –

These boots that I drool over every time they pop up on my screen. They haunt my dreams and scream at me to buy them. So far, I have resisted the urge. But believe me it has been challenging.

If my randomness hadn’t gotten me into enough trouble, I had to compound the problem with this –

Yes, I want this car more than chocolate. Captain Cavedweller and my BFF just laugh at me.

Go away, evil tracking cookies and take your teasing ads with you, please.

She Who Can’t Handle the Taunting

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When I first ventured with Captain Cavedweller out to the farm where his grandparents lived, his grandmother had the most lovely tulips blooming by her door. They were beautiful shades of pink – hot pink, pale pink, pink with stripes. Goodness, but they were just breathtaking.

A few years later when his grandparents were packing up to leave the farm, I asked if I could have a few of the bulbs. That was when I discovered that the original tulip bulbs came from Captain Cavedweller’s great-grandmother, which made them even more special.

Not wanting them to get lost or mixed in with my flower garden mess, I bought a gargantuan planter and buried them there. They bloomed in it for a few years until we moved and finally settled into the home we have now. One of the first things I did that fall was dig up a flower bed and plant the tulip bulbs there.

Over the years they have multiplied into a beautiful array of dazzling blooms.

And as crazy as it might sound, I somehow feel like I have a little connection to his grandma and great-grandmother through these awesome blooms.

That, and they are just so doggone pretty!

She Who Loves these Tulips

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