Let's Revisit Jake's Colonoscopy

One year ago today, I wrote the post about my husband and his Colonoscopy.  

Since this post published, we have retold this story too many times to count.  It is one of our favorites and people usually laugh hysterically through the whole thing.  So, since it's so popular and I love my husband so very much, I am reposting it today.

Read the whole story here....

But don't have a drink in your hand because you will drop it or spit it out in laughter.  I guarantee you.

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While this date is circled on my calendar so we can giggle about it and celebrate we aren't reliving it, a week ago we watched this funny bit by Jeff Foxworthy and had to share.  Jake, puzzled, said, "He must not have been very drugged up".  He still forgets we asked to have him drugged to not remember anything.

For an update of how Jake is doing a year later....

We have slowly added coffee back to his daily life.  We started slow, then we added it once a week and now we have gotten to where he has a cup in the morning and very rarely one at night.  He used to drink two pots of coffee for sure a day, sometimes more.  As long as he remembers his medicine, the heartburn is gone.  But the key is remembering the medicine.  He has the hardest time remember he needs to take it every day because I think he just wants to think he will be fine without it...until the heartburn takes over and causes all kinds of pain again.  

Childbirth Isn't Bad At All

This was too much for a facebook post so you get a hurried - very hurried - blog post.

My husband likes to tease....alllllllllllllllll the time.

One of the many things he teases about regularly is childbirth.

He get's a sliver and says, "It's worse than childbirth!"

I glare.

The boys giggle because Daddy is getting "the mean mama" look.

But today?

Today S1 is hanging out outside with his Daddy as they work on plow trucks, a very manly thing to do.  They came in to wash hands and brought up a time Daddy had burnt his hand pretty badly.

"THAT," Jake said, "Was worse than childbirth."

I glared.

S1 paused then said seriously - very seriously - "I bet it was.  I mean, women want to go through childbirth again but you never are going to burn your hand like that again so it must have been worse than childbirth."

I

Kid

You

Not

My husband is as proud as can be at this statement.

"Good point! Good point!" he laughs as he slaps my son on the back.

I don't know who to disown.

Date Weekend

Last weekend, when the sun was shining brightly and fall seemed like the most wonderful season that it is, my husband and I went on a date.

He had driven past a place he wanted to take me and since I am always up for a long drive with my hubby, I was more than willing to tag along.

He took me here....

 Robinette's.

He has been driving past this place in his big truck and keeps thinking he wishes he could stop.

And being all farm market minded like we are, we like to see lots of markets.

We dream about farm markets, I'm not even kidding.

But this one has to be one of the best family run farm destinations.

 First they have amazing donuts and such.

We had driven all this way for donuts.  Seriously.

We are serious about donuts. Everyone should be.

And these smelled heavenly as we pulled in.  Jake got some cinnamon sugar coated one and half of my flakey apple turnover sort of thing that was scrumptious.

Since I don't do corn mazes...at all...we wandered around to see what there was to see.

And we ended up wandering over to this barn.

 I'm still kicking myself for not getting pictures of the inside...or of us and Audrey.

Who is Audrey, you ask?

Just the most cheerful, cutest, adorable girl.

She works in the wine tasting section of the barn.  The part of the barn that housed horses.  

Seriously.

My husband was instantly checking out all the beams and all that barn stuff.

It was rather obvious we had never been there before.

Audrey sarcastically asked us what took us so long to get there, and then followed that with a sweet "Hello, and welcome to Robinette's."

She had us pegged for fun, I think.

And we spent the next half hour, I'd guess, chatting and hearing her gush about the wonderfulness of her job, of the family, of the farm, of the history, of the people who visit....

We left feeling like we left a friend.

We then became the biggest fan of Robinette's ever.

 Seriously.

I mean, why else would we pose in front of the sign a million times for a picture?

 I may have had so much fun that I literally skipped with Jake to the suburban.

I may have kissed him right there and said "Thank you for the funnest day!"

I may have literally squealed with joy.

And I owe that to my hubby who stopped here, and to Audrey who had us laughing.

And to the amazing Robinette's who brought us all together.

But the day wasn't over.

We headed up to Rockford to the Corner Bar.

For YEARS and YEARS Jake has told me about their amazing hot dogs and since I am one of those people who really find hotdogs super tasty, I've been asking for forever to go.

The place was so busy when we got there that there was a long line out the door.

But that didn't stop my husband.  Oh, no.  He was starving and wasn't going to wait in line.

He walked right up to the empty bar and asked if we could sit there and order hotdogs.

The bar tender agreed.

And my husband was happy.

If you eat 12 hotdogs you get your name on the board.  I don't know why he hasn't done this.

I ordered the famous Rockford Corner Dog dog and it was good.

Jake ordered two corner dogs and two sauerkraut dogs.

And he ate one of my hot dogs too.

See, he could be on the board.

And I'd have a famous hubby.

With a shirt to prove it.

Afterward we wandered around, looking at the famous Rockford Dam.

 It was so pretty and we had to snap a few pictures of us grinning ear to ear on our fun day out.

 I noticed the pretty planters they had around, and my husband knew you could eat the kale.

Is it kale?

I don't know...but he picked it and...

Ate it.

 Apparently the hot dogs didn't fill him up.

We took so more pictures, really, it was so pretty out.

 In this photo he says at least I have a great picture of him.

 We had a super great time.

I really wanted to find the store Herman's Boy, but we couldn't find it.

We could have asked but we had reached the time to head for home.

I guess that means we will have to back again.

I'm sure you know I'm dreading that trip. 

haha

I did find the store Jade.

I have wanted to go there for forever.

So hubby came in with me.

Where he was the best looking guy in the whole store.

Cuz he was the ONLY guy in the whole store.

It is a great store.

Like, super great I wish it were all in my closet great.

It was truly the best day in forever.

We ended it by buying groceries, because we knew we were going home to four boys who would need food - and a lot of it - this week.  But after too much time not spending time together,

it was so great to just hang out together.

All day long.

And I think my brother and sister in law are going to have us watch their boys now that they watched - and fed - all four of ours.

I'll be happy to.

Thanks for the great weekend, Hubs, I love you!!!

A Date with my Hubs...to the Grocery Store

(We didn't take this on our way to the store.

I just figured we should have SOME recent photo of us.)

Sunday dawned the first day of spring.

And found us exhausted.

I don't know what bone weary is...but we had be close.

We made it to church (late) and stopped at our little local grocery store for food for dinner (brats and hot dogs on the grill with to bake frozen french fries) because I had not planned dinner out for the day.

When dinner was done, I had to make another dinner.

For a whole bunch of men at church.

My husband is a trustee at the church and once a month they have a meeting and one of the wives makes a dinner for them all. This was my week to make dinner and it was my very first time making the dinner. So, of course, no pressure.

Because of our busy week and because we had been gone Saturday night, it left me this afternoon to completely make a dinner to rival all the great woman who had made the meals before me.

Jake decided he had better go with me. He told me it was to make sure that I did it right. I then informed him I had more friends on facebook than him AND I have a blog.

So then he was nice to me.

Sorta.

We decided to leave all the boys home and even in my sleepy state I did have to admit my heart fluttered a bit to think he and I would technically be on a date...you know, that bit of time where a husband and wife are out allllllllllllllll alone minus any kiddos?

Never mind it was to just buy food.

The boys called my cell phone to make sure they could and put in the Dukes of Hazzard (they are on season 2, and they hoped we would be gone long enough for them to see a whole dvd full of episodes) so we could drive the two minutes down the road to the store.

We were making Chicken Spaghetti - it's a favorite of our family and I figured I would make two at once so I didn't have to make dinner Tuesday when I go into work at the Library -, a salad, apple pie and a box cake (in case the pie didn't turn out).

And it was fun to shop a few minutes with him. He'd see me down an isle and whistle at me. I'd see him across the store and holler out some question to him.

It was fun.

It's those times that makes me heart go pitter patter with love for him all over again. Like the Kellie Pickler song I love so much....

Until we went to check out.

Keep in mind.....EVERYONE at this grocery store knows me. Knows our boys. Knows our suburban. Knows where we live. I'm not even kidding....

It was here that my hubby decided to question why I would buy EIGHT cans of cream of mushroom soup.

First, I needed four to make the meal.

Second, it was on super sale.

Third, every woman knows you MUST have cream of mushroom soup on hand in your house.

The cashier chuckled.

She tried not too...but not too hard not too.

I don't think we have ever shopped there together....and that thought struck me as we were unloading the groceries. It didn't take me long to realize we may never shop together again.

As I dug out the checkbook my silly husband says "Now, don't write them a bad check."

I was mortified.

I've never written a bad check and suddenly I was sure he had jinxed me. I will now for sure write a bad check. Unintentionally, of course. I am scared to death of this happening to me....like, it's on my list of top fears. Seriously.

He laughed at his joke. The cashier laughed at the joke. I did not. I might have given him a stink eye. But he's so darn handsome I couldn't be too mortified long.

Jake and the cashier continued to chat about what happens if a person, in fact, does write a bad check and horror stories of such things and I gathered our $98 worth of groceries and headed out to the suburban.....where my husband winked and whistled at me again.

As my mom says, "To know him is to love him."

(PS Jake...keep in mind...that photo with your beard full of clothes pins that you begged me not to every show the blogosphere? Yah, I was sooooo tempted to use THAT picture of you for this post, but because I love you so and fear the tickle attack that would ensue, I did not. That is love....)