Saturday, April 12, 2014

Paint (5 minute prompt)


I just read a quote the other day that said, "If you can't paint, then you write.  If you can't write, then you paint."  I am not a painter. I can hold my own with my kid's Crayola paints and do a pretty fancy flower, but nothing worth writing home about or selling on etsy.  I don't even have a real desire to paint, but when I write, it's the painter in me coming out.  I want to use the perfect words and the perfect phrases to paint a picture.  To paint a scene or event or moment.  And I want that moment to be painted in my memory forever.  That is why I write about it.  I know that if I can retell the experience just so, then I can paint a picture for my reader.  A picture that can hurt or help or heal or inspire or cause laughter.  I have a high school friend, Jessica, who is an amazing painter.  She can watercolor like nobody's business.  She makes it look so simple. She gets up with a vision and puts the vision on paper and sells it even!  She has style and variety and color and beautiful paintings.  I have five of them hanging in my house.  I even have an original that she painted for my husband of Spain.  I love the paintings!  While I might not be a big painter, I hope that I can paint with my words.  That I can describe that sunset with whisps of gold, intertwined with pinks and purples.  Those that cover the sky with a burst of watercolor and stand out against the blue.  And as the sun goes down, the colors deepen and change until there is only a line across the horizon of what had been.

K is for Kiss

K is for Kiss

Lucky reader,  you get to read about Blake and mine's first kiss. 

Our first date was a Saturday night and Blake wanted to kiss me after. I knew he did! But I wouldn't do it because who kisses on the first date. =)  So, the next day after church, Blake came by my apartment and we hung out for awhile.  All of my roommates left for something and it was just Blake and I.  He looked at me and it just happened, so naturally and sweet.  It was an innocent kiss and so sweet.  Believe it or not, a week later, he asked me what I thought about getting married!  And I didn't think he was crazy.  The best part of this story was one of my friends walked by the window and saw us kiss and was super confused because I had been dating someone else a few days before.  When it's right, it's right!

J is for Jokester (A to Z theme Blake)

J is for Jokester

Blake is a child at heart.  He does hilarious dances, makes up hilarious stories and funny games.  He lightens the tension anytime!  He knows how to turn work into fun.  He knows how to make people feel at ease because of his jokes (at appropriate times).  Just the other day, he ran full speed up and down the aisles at the grocery store.  Then he drove crazy on a country road (same day).  He wears goofy Walmart shirts on his days off, ones that say "shut up fool" with picture of Mr. T on it.  Ones with Link, the hero from Zelda.  One that says "Keeping the Streets Safe" with superheroes on it.  He does have normal shirts too, but he is ok with being fun.  He is ok with being silly.  And thank goodness for that, because I can get a little uptight sometimes.  Blake knows how to go with the flow and not be bent on schedules.  He used to eat cream of wheat as a teenager and would face barf the cream of wheat.  He is just silly and it's totally awesome.
This is a fun area near where we lived in Iowa.  Great shot!

I is for Intelligent (A to Z theme Blake)

I is for Intelligent

I knew Blake was pretty intelligent when I first met him because he wanted to be a pediatrician.  He had the drive and desire and loves the hard work that comes with that profession.  He loves kids and I knew that anyone who loves kids had to be smart.  After the military, he was working at a doctor's office and he knew he didn't want to do the doctor route anymore because of all the paperwork.  I totally got that and was actually pretty relieved because I was terrified of the years of schooling.  Then he had to make a new choice and that let to the rest of our life.  He had always loved working with computers and had learned a lot at the doctor's office fixing problems from time to time.  Once he decided on IT, we knew it was the right thing.  It takes an intelligent guy to be brave and make a change when things aren't going right.  It takes an intelligent guy to answer his calling when it comes to computers and take a leap in a different direction.  I am glad I have that intelligent guy.
Meeting Dad for lunch on his lunch hour (about 3 years ago)

H is for Handsome (A to Z challenge Blake)

H is for Handsome

I remember the first time I met Blake in the library at BYU-Idaho, the college we went to.  He asked me to help him find Cat in the Hat in Latin, for a class he was taking.  I was immediately taken with him and I think my soul recognized his soul.  But before I realized that, I just knew how handsome he was.  He looked like Christian Slater and since I couldn't remember his name, I called him "Christian Slater look alike" to my friends and roommates.  And they totally agreed when they met him.  He had green eyes and dark brown hair.  And an almost shy smile, but enough confidence to know that he knew himself.  I won't ever forget that fateful day.  As we climbed the stairs to the 3rd floor, my heart thumped in my chest because I had met the most wonderful and sweet and cute guy I had ever met.
This was probably about five years ago. 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

G is for Generous

G is for Generous

  Blake has one of the most generous souls I have ever known.  He gives and gives and rarely takes.  He is a great listener, as well and I am sure that has something to do with his generosity of spirit.  He had a blanket he brought home from two years of church service in Spain. He loved the blanket and slept with it all the time.  He gave it to his brother, Jordan, just because he liked it.  He visited a family who joined our church every week just to check in on them.  He helped bring them supplies when their water went out. Invited them to dinner and loved them like they were family.  He would do computer work for people for free and not complain once.  He didn't charge them because they were elderly or a single mom. If they insisted repeatedly on paying, he would charge them a nominal fee.  He lets me sleep in on some Saturdays. Is there anything more generous than that?  He gives surprise Christmas gifts to people.  He encourages us all to be generous with our time, money and talents.  He has a heart of gold and that is one of my favorite things about him.

F is for Fire

F is for Fire

No, not love/romantic fire. I know you are disappointed!  Fire, like burning fires.  Like

Jumping over a fire at boy's camp.  Like

Telling a story just the other night about "pyromania" and laughing maniacally.  Like

Setting a toilet tissue tube on fire in our first apartment and setting off the fire alarm.  Like

Being the first to light up the fireworks on 4th of July.  Like

Doing a happy dance anytime there is anything to do with fire.  Like

Building the hottest stinking fires while camping that we can't even sit close to them.  Like

Singeing the hair off of his arms and legs by jumping over the boy's camp fire.  Like

Being my hot, maniac husband who reminds me to loosen up a bit. 


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