This idea was tipped off by a text I received last night. Anthony is currently in Washington D.C for the National School Counselors Award Ceremony - Sponsored by ASCA. Last year, he was nominated and chosen as one of the top 10 national school counselors of the year, a HUGE honor. He spent the year feeling pretty celebrated, and I kind of get how Seal feels now, always having to be in the shadow of Heidi. Now you know what crap I've read this week. That's not even true (the crap reading is totally true) but I haven't felt bad being in the spot light, in fact I relish any opportunity to brag on Anthony, because honestly, when I look at how he appears to function in the house, I am amazed that he accomplishes all of this out of the house. Sometimes I think that if I talk about it enough, it will make more sense to me, or someone will hear what I'm saying and state, "oh honey, my husband is the SAME way, and you know what I figured out? They save up all their energy at home, and then they bust out into the world like a Creative Super Hero, able to do anything and everything". "Ohhhhhh", is really all I'll need to say, because that makes sense.
Anyway, It's been a pretty big year, not to mention the Children's book that is about to go into publication check out his info http://www.anthonypearson.info/ - holla!!! Okay - I'm done with the plugs - but here are a couple of photos of my hubby's achievements - plus the baby the boot as the best achievement to date. If he is able to make another one of those, he has ovecome medical science, and gets an entirely different award in the form of another life to raise....Soooo, if he doesn't earn that one, it's totally okay with me.
getting his award last year :-)
He invited me to help him get his tie on straight, and then insisted upon wearing my dress socks. You just can't change a man after all....sigh. .
Accomplishments #3, First copy of his new book - "Baby Bear Eats the Night, with accomplishment #4, "Baby Cora Eats his Shirt"
This year Anthony was asked to go to Washington again, because he nominated his friend Nicole from another local elementary school, and get this, she WON!!!! Crazy right? She is an amazing counselor, from what I gather, so I was thrilled for her, but equally scared to be at home with both kids, on work days by myself. Thankfully, my parents said they would stay in town a few more days to help me maintain the little sanity that's hanging from a string around here. That sanity string, is pretty much like melted marshmallow right now, so good thing they are here to lend a helping hand with the little things like grabbing a drink for he kids, or making dinner, giving them baths, putting them to bed, picking them up from school, letting mommy take a nap, going to the grocery store, mopping the floor, you know, just little odds and ends.
So part of the message above, is that my (hot) husband, is in another city, away from kids, around lots of fun restaurants and alcohol, with another counselor, who is pretty good at her craft (obviously the best in the NATION), while I am home living in yoga pants (which are just a transition out of maternity pants if you ask me), with two boogery/poopy kids who don't desire sleep at all, no matter how much bribing I do. In fact, just the other night, Ella was running like a mouse on a wheel around the house, as I stook in the kitchen with a chunk of cake in one hand, and a melatonin dropper in the other. She ran past me three times before she slammed her mouse paws to a hault, and looked up at me with pure jock (joy+shock), proclaiming "huh!". Suddenly I saw myself for what I was, a sticky fingered mama, literally and figuratively, and before I could comprehend what I had become (A mom who was going to drug her child and then feed her cake), Ella grabbed the cake and continued on her wheel. I could be worried that my husband may never come home again.
Especially when I got this text last night:
Anthony: a self portrait of him looking good in his tux - sorry, I don't have a fancy phone, or a fancy brain that knows how to put that picture on here.
me - AWWWWW, you are looking hawt!!!
Anthony - Girlzzzzzzz
Me - Excuse me, are you with ladiezzzz??
Anthony - I meant, you know, gurl...
Me - Freudian dude.....
Anthony - This James Bond is only 4 U!
Me - whatever
Even after reading this text, I really wasn't worried, because this is what I know and love about my husband - and I say this WITH love - honey, you got no game....which is why we met on MYSPACE.
I had just joined, thanks to my great old friend Steve-Oh, and within a week, I got this strange message from someone named "Anthony". He said he liked my "quotes". Now, normally, I would write this off as creepy, but this is what I saw....
That's my guy, on the left :-)
So, I was at least somewhat wrangled in by his celebrity looks, but did he have any substance, I mean, why was he stalking girls on myspace?? I actually emailed the picture to my mom and said, wow, check out this really weird/hot guy that is sending me creepy messages, to which she responded, "yeah, that is creepy". But what about the "hot" mom? Wait, did I have any substance? Maybe we are made for each other.
So, as I stalked him, and he stalked me, we wrote letters back and forth. Mostly they were goofy, just kind of "get to know you stuff". As I stalked him, I realized, he worked for Cobb County Schools, as did I. I asked my school counselor if she knew who he was, and lo and behold, he was a real person, and a decent one, from her experience. He kept asking me to do weird things, like "call him", and anyone who knows me, knows I don't like the phone, so I just didn't do that. Finally, after a few days, he called me, we set up a date, and met for the first time. He took me out to a bar where they had free drinks.....but I still liked him after that. He was funny, and witty, and had a little something to say about everything. He had hobbies, interests, and was curious about everything, a nerd really. Just my type. Plus, we're educators, so free drinks are free drinks, whatever. And, for what it's worth, he has spoiled me since..
Over time, I figured out that he would rather meet a girl through conversing online, than screaming over drinks in a crowded bar. Plus, he likes to talk A LOT, which just isn't practical in a bar setting, unless you are fluent in one handed sign language. He knew that pretty girls are approached all night, and really, the nice guy always loses out unless he has a unique approach, or some kind of advantage (say, a sober opportunity). I also learned that the new rules for how you meet a girl just made my guy a lot more uncomfortable than most other guys. He can't even watch The Bachelor or Millionair Matchmaker with me without getting totally embarassed and having to leave the room. Cute, right? You would have to pay my husband money, or get him completely hammered in order for him to approach a woman in a bar, and even then, I'm not sure he would be effective, unless it was me he was approaching, because I'm just the kind of girl who is looking for a guy who doesn't have game. In a perfect world, I think he would like to be able to sit in a coffee shop writing children's stories, and have me walk in and start writing next to him on my lap top. (That may be a tad bit egocentric, but whatever). He would say something like, "wow, you sure are clicking away over there, anything interesting?", Then we would start talking about the world, and next thing you know, we would be married. That's my eternal optomist, my big dreamer, my Anthony :-) So glad you stayed who you were, so we could be who we are.
Here is where my hubby really shows his mad player skills...he is better known here as "Prince Eric", or "Handsome Prince". A "player" at heart :-)
Love you honey, and can't wait for you to get home - so I can go out...wink wink.
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