Just some stuff...

My wonderful husband is now in a new job. He's a fantastic talker, and he should do quite well! I believe in him, and do my best to be supportive and encourage, but he wants to get it down pat NOW. It will come to him, the ease of settling in...I just wish he would doubt a bit less.

Spending less time together, we have to try and catch up with each other in the evenings, and with both of us working more, it's even more difficult. Dinner always seems hurried, and I hate to rush. Our daughter has homework, and does her own thing, and I want his majesty to relax and take it easy while he can.

The holidays are coming, and for the first time since I was a child, there is family around. Though I wish our daughter had others her age in her life as family, it's nice to have a gathering at least once a year. Perhaps it won't be as elaborate as the one last year, but I will set a nice table, and have good food for our family. I like to think that the parents who built this house would at least get a kick out of their sons recounting tales of youth and laughing over them. It's good to hear, and even while I'm in the kitchen, I listen and smile.

I am glad to be where I am, so grateful for the man I married, and his family. For the most part, I feel quite welcome! I'm thankful to have people to cook for, that enjoy what I prepare, and just that they make the effort to gather once a year and celebrate. I admit, it's a bit difficult, because I'm the newbie, lol, but I like to hear about their lives as children, and then as younger adults. I don't interject often...my life prior to coming here consists of things best forgotten for the most part. But it's a happy time for me, I feel less lonely then.

The Queen Mother mentioned briefly that she might make a visit, however those plans fell through. Perhaps in the spring, when it's not so cold, and when I might be able to take some time from work when it's slower. I hope to travel someday with his majesty to my previous state of residence for nothing more than to show him the heated splendor of the desert. Hopefully within the confines of an air-conditioned room! Just kidding, there's a great deal to see, and to show.

Sweet dreams, my love, my heart, my world.

Let me now explain the reason for the title.

Our second Christmas together, my husband gifted me with a crown, with small diamonds at the points. He said that as I made him feel like he was King of his Castle, that would make me his queen. It's often something we joke about, and it makes me feel wonderful.

I am married to a wonderful man! Loving, caring, devoted, so very good to me! He is also an amazing dad, something he hadn't aspired to be previously, but the little princess adores him, even when he really behaves like a DAD!!

For example...my daughter takes belly dancing lessons. She's very good, and darned if I can figure out how she moves the way she does sometimes! But recently, she was at a friend's house down the hill, a little impromptu get together with swimming and burgers. Anyway, she was brought home without notice, by a young man in a white car. Just up the hill, not really a big deal, as the distance is not great enough to commit any real driving faux pas. She dashed into the house, explaining as she went to her room, that her friends wanted a 'demonstration' of her dancing (wiggling?) skills. That was enough to kick his majesty's mood into 'this-is-my-daughter-you're-talking-about mode. Whilst the child gathered her garments, he wiped his hands, threw down the towel, and when she appeared, he announced that she might want to hang back a bit, as she might be a little embarassed at what he had to say to the young man in the driver's seat.

The conversation was reported to me as follows.

Hubby: You're XX?
Young Man (XX): Yeah.
Hubby.: K's friend? (K is the young man at the bottom of the hill, friend of daughter.)
XX: Yeah.
Hubby: Well, I'm (princess's) Dad. I just wanted to let you know, that I know what goes on inside the mind of a young man, and if anyone lays a hand on my little girl, they will NEVER use that hand again for anything. Am I clear?
XX: Yeah.
Hubby: Okay, just wanted to get it straight. Have a nice night.

Princess was...apologetic to her friend, who basically brushed it off...but when she returned, she reported that while she was giving her demonstration, it was only the girls who watched, the boys busied themselves with the bonfire, ignoring her.

I think she was more pleased with his reaction than she cared to admit, because while she said she was angry with him...well, teenagers can be moody on a good day, and she took the whole incident in stride, and actually laughed about it with him.

Yeah...::grin:: I really do love my husband.

I've never been one for teasing. Let me rephrase that. I've never taken being teased well. An aunt, not much older than I, did a great deal of tormenting, and regardless of whether it was there or not, I always heard a great deal of underlying venom when teased by my stepfather. I supposed I felt...ganged up on.

But...my husband's taught me to let go of that. And I am...very grateful!

Case in point, a few weeks ago, I fell off my shoe and broke my foot. For the second time, I might add. As a result, I have two additional nicknames...Gracie....and Thumper. (Although, the latter perhaps refers to more than the thump of my cast on the hardwood floors!) I don't mind a bit. I hear no venom in his voice, and his beautiful blue eyes tell me that while he might think I'm a klutz, he loves me anyway. I adore his smile, his voice...his arms around me! Any hell I've gone through in my life is worth every second it took to get here, to him, to our home, and his love.

Not to say we don't have our moments...

At any rate, today he busily cleaned out the garage...and I did things inside, making his castle more comfortable. I prepared a meal, and now is the time for us to relax a bit. We have a long day tomorrow.

Good night, my King. Our love will ever rule!

Taking the throne...

I Lil, Queen of Scott, do hereby decree this to be my own blog, where I will scribble my own thoughts, wishes, dreams, complaints, irritations and whatever else I deem important enough to write about on any given day.

I will not withold anger, ire, upset, joy, elation, jubilation, or any other emotion that happens to rule my heart at the moment.

This is....MY blog, and I will speak as I wish to speak. Should it happen that you do not agree with something I say, or an opinion I have, feel free to move on to the next web page.

While I do not write with the same liquid ease my husband does, I shall make my own attempt at distinctly correct grammar and punctuation.