You Say It's Your Birthday....

We started dating when we were 27, & now he's (not me - quite yet)  37!

Happy, Happy birthday to my beyond-wonderful husband!

He just returned from a much deserved guys fishing trip in Wisconsin last night -- after 12.5 hours in the car -- so this 37-year old is exhausted!

It's nice how his shirt perfectly complements the wall & flower picture.

The Penthouse

On Saturday night we were included in the wedding and the celebration of a former co-worker of mine (of course, they are both from Iowa -- as we all are in KC).

Their reception was in the space that Steve and I got married in and had our reception in a little over three years ago. It was a bit surreal to be there again but fun to be there again.

Thanks to fun friends, an open bar and a dance floor (that Steve only touched to get to the forementioned bar) a good time was had by all.

Seiler Weekend

After some success with Wii bowling, Steve and I had a real bowling night out Friday night with Steve/Ann/kids and some friends. Steve fared a bit better than I did. I should have been in the next lane with the bumpers.

On Saturday we visited KCK to hit Cabela's and Nebraska Furniture Mart. Both were crazy with people everywhere so no purchases were made. I then wanted to check out Five Guys Burgers so Steve drove around The Legends parking lot looking for a parking space until I got car sick. But it was well worth it because as soon as we walked in I won us large fries!

Saturday night we went to the Andy Warhold exhibit at Union Station. It was a cool exhibit and we each got a free glass of wine after seeing the exhibit.

Free things all around!

Intimates

When I got home the other night, Steve mentioned he had to come home because he was so uncomfortable.

He promptly realized why he felt like he was wearing a sports bra and tight shorts all day. He was wearing his brother's long underwear (they both got them for Xmas) which was a large top and a medium bottoms. We are fairly certain he has ever worn either of those sizes!

3rd Wedding Anniversary

Steve and I had our 3rd wedding anniversary yesterday on 12/2. It's hard to believe it's been three years since our wedding.

We celebrated with my mom, Ann and the boys by Steve grilling steaks outside during a very chilly night and watching an animated Christmas special!

Sick

That's what we've been.

I was sick last week, so Steve stayed away from me.

Steve has been sick this week with a completely different illness, so I've been staying away from him.

We've been cooped up inside during the most glorious August weather ever known to KC.

But I think we're starting to feel better since tonight we've both been wearing my pink wig. Good, good times at the Seiler household!

Birthday Weekend

This weekend is Steve's birthday.

I'm 1,000 x's more excited about his birthday then he is. He is not excited, so it's easy to be more excited than him.

I'm so excited I may actually go into the grocery store and attempt to make a box birthday (confetti - because it's fun) cake. That makes me feel very nervous and not so excited.

But anyway... We will spend the entire weekend as follows: me making a big deal of his birthday and he getting annoyed at me for making a big deal of his birthday.

Off we go!

Us

I admittedly have not been very good at blogging lately. I'm not sure why because our life is jammed-full of ulta-exciting occurrences...or not.

Some recent highlights from the past weekend include:
- me dominating my husband in mini-golf.
- me doing the unthinkable and getting a hole-in-one on the 19th hole which entitled us to a free game. Whoo hoo!
- Steve getting us lost on Independence Avenue (just blocks, I know, from where women get paid money to do you know what).
- Us finding a Scandinavian shop off the Independence, MO square and me wheeling and dealing for a piece of Swedish glass.
- Steve going to town on every type of "wurst" across the street from the Scandinavian shop at the last German place left in KC.
- Celebrating Steve's birthday (early) with our friends, Jack and Beverly. Martinis, Scallops and beef tenderloin on the grill with a Nutter Butter dessert on Saturday night!
- Swimming with my brother and Nate.
- Grilling out with Ann/Nate and all of Ann's family on Sunday night.
- Steve getting attacked to the point he was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe buy all of the little kids (at once).
- Steve and I becoming addicted to True Blood within minutes after watching the first episode. We have since spent two hours a night watching these vampires. They have overtaken any type of productivity we may (or may not) have had.

Eight Years Ago...

Eight years ago on this date, we met!

Note: the following sentence is not PG.
We joke he was talking to some not so pure looking girls when we first saw each other across the bar.

We joke about it; but it's 100% true.

Based on the above, I'm still not sure how I got him to break away from his present company of ladies, but I am so glad I did.

Hard Core

The past two nights Steve has been sporting this XXL extremely bright blue hooded sweatshirt that says 'Hard Core' in large letters where ones abs are.

Our Wednesday evening walk was full of lingering looks throughout Brookside. On Thursday evening, Uncle Steve pulled up to my brother and sister-in-law's street in the red race car and got all kinds of accolades for his threads that all of the neighborhood kids could easily fit into at once.

Not only has it been to warm for this sweatshirt and disregard the fact it makes anyone look like bright blue oompa loompa; I have a strong gut feeling this sweatshirt has officially become to key to his standard casual wardrobe.

I have been trying to take a picture but my oompa loompa is sneaky and fast!

Friday Food Fest

The markets were closed today, so 99% of Steve's office used it as a vaca day. But not Steve Seiler...he was up and at em' and off to a meeting before I even got out of bed.

Enroute to his second meeting, he surprised me by showing up at my office with two large cinnamon rolls. One for me and one for my marketing co-worker.

And then he called me and asked me to lunch. He took me to Blue Bird Bistro. It was beyond tasty. And except for me choking when I took a bite of Steve's food (which I do on a regular basis; choking, not eating Steve's food). It was the perfect lunch together.

Steve does thoughtful things for me 24/7. So, lucky for me, it's not strange for him to do things like this. But these two things in a row within hours on a work day took the cake.

I really hope he isn't planning to break up with me...because I've got it good.

Sleep Stories

On Sunday night I took an entire Ambien. I rarely take these, and when I do, I take a 1/2. My stomach was really bothering me yesterday so we decided I needed assistance getting a good night sleep.

This morning when I talked to Steve on the phone, he started asking me questions and talking about conversations we had that I had no recollection of.

First, he came upstairs at 11p something and I was pushing buttons on my phone with my eyes closed. I remember putting the phone down about an hour before he came upstairs, so I'm unsure how or when I retrived it again. I told him when asked I was texting, but fortunately for others, I checked this morning, and I sent no texts last night in my Ambien fog. I guess I was sleep-texting.

And then he was telling me a story about the bike he inquired about on Craigslist last night. Clueless to that conversation. But according to Steve we had a full conversation about it.

It was craziness.

Mr. Missouri

People mention towns in Missouri, and normally, I've never heard of them. This is upsetting for someone who knows everything about all 99-counties in Iowa. I sometimes feel very lost in this state I've lived in for so long.

But my husband, on the other hand, is Mr. Missouri. He's always going to towns with funny names and visiting people who I assume aren't fictional. I have no idea if these towns are North, South, East or West.

But, regardless of the direction, the only consistent thing is that 9 out of 10 times when I'm talking to him while he's driving, he comments he is going by a strip club that's in a morton building.

If there are really that many morton buildings used for non-farming/storage in this long state, this is something I've got to see. Missouri isn't called the "Show Me State" for nothing.

I bet they must really have to turn the music up when it rains or hails.

Leach

Steve and I have been going in two different directions all week.

We both work hard for the moola (don't we all?), and then when you add nighttime festivities such as work banquets which we both had, working out, Steve prepping for upcoming meetings, me doing happy hour and spending invaluable time with my boys, Nate & Evan... it makes for very little "visually seeing each other" time.

So this weekend I am going to latch on to Steve and drive him absolutely crazy I'm sure. And I can't wait. Because not everyone has this luxury, and I know how lucky we are.

#1 & Where in the World is Steve Seiler?

Wednesday celebrated the first birthday of our youngest nephew, "aka lil' Steve Seiler" Cael! Happy 1st Birthday, Cael!

On Saturday in Des Moines, they are celebrating Cael's birthday and Steve's dad's birthday, Jer.

It is 4:40p.m. on Friday afternoon as I write this, and I honestly have no idea if my husband is in Kansas City, in his car on his way to DSM, or in Dez Monez.

Or maybe even none of the above.

He's been planning to go to DSM today and drive back early tomorrow afternoon. I can't go because I have a work awards banquet Saturday night Steve "gets" to go to. But he mentioned Iowa may get snow, it's a long 6-hours in the car for a short time, etc, etc, etc.

I have left him voicemails. I have emailed his sister asking if she knows where he is. I have called my brother.

Steve Seiler is no where to be found. But I'm not worried because the one thing I know is that he can run...but he can't hide.

My Valentine's Day Week Courtesy of Steve

Each day last week, Steve gave me a Valentine's Day present.

Monday: One red youth-sized Kansas City Chiefs t-shirt.

Tuesday: Two red Valentine's scratch-off lottery tickets (no winners).

Wednesday: Three boxes of Little Debbie's Nutty Bars, and three free publications with red in them.

Thursday: Nate spent the evening at our house!...that was the best gift.

Friday: A free "I heart Morocco" t-shirt. And we went to dinner at Pierpoints in Union Station.

Saturday: A car tire.

Camo Valentine's Day

My husband is leaving me for Valentine's Day.

I am completely fine with him leaving, because he's going to have a fun(ny) time at the Ducks Unlimited Banquet with Mark. Plus, they tried to go last year and a little thing called Mark's future daughter took the cake the night of last year's banquet.

Yep, Mark and Steve are staying overnight together on Valentine's Day in Albany, Mizzoura (I think it's fitting to pronounce it this way for this situation). And if they know what's good for them, they are going to score their "chicks" back home in KC some sweet camo loot.

I Think I Need A Tetanus Shot

Thanks to my genetically blessed DNA, I have had multiple moles removed. I've always dutifully spent the following two-weeks tending to their recovery.

Recently I had two removed from my back. Unfortunately, they are in places hands don't easily reach. So Steve became the lucky recipient of being responsible for applying ointment and bandages to my back every day for two-weeks.

The first couple of days I didn't pay attention to the bandages he was using. But then I saw what is pictured below, and the following conversation immediately ensued:

Me: Steve! Seriously, how old are these bandages?

Steve: I don't know, but they are definitely older than you.

Me: And why are the bandages in a BIOHAZARD bag?

Steve: You don't need to know.

Beth: Where the hell did you get these?

Steve: At a sale.

Beth: What kind of sale?

Steve: At a sale where they sell junk. They came with a bag of junk.

Beth: Oh my god! You have been covering multiple open wounds on my back with 50-year old bandages that came in a BIOHAZARD bag?

Steve: Yep.

Lovebirds

The answer to the question below is no. But I like to believe Steve would like all ISU alumni to know our story. And I know he'd like nothing more than to be an Iowa State Lovebird with me. I have noticed he does pay special attention to swans whenever we see one...

Roses are red, And Cy is, too! Do you and your sweetie Love ISU?

If while on campus You found your amore We invite you to join up And tell us your story Like the beautiful swans Are you birds of a feather? Do you share Cyclone love and pride together?

Sign up to join the ISUAA And become OFFICIAL Lovebirds today!

The ISU Alumni Association is excited to introduce "Lovebirds," a new benefit for members that allows couples who met on campus to tell their ISU love stories and enjoy special benefits. Join the ISU Alumni Association & sign up to be a part of Lovebirds today, and as our way of saying "thank you," you will receive a free "Lovebirds" logo chocolate from Ames-based chocolatier Temptations on Main Street.
FREE GIFT!
As a member of Lovebirds, you will continue to receive special surprise benefits throughout the year. This goes along with the other great benefits of ISU Alumni Association membership, which include VISIONS magazine; local and national discounts on events, programs, and services; our colorful ISU wall calendar, and more. Happy Valentine's Day from the ISU Alumni Association!
P.S. Celebrate Valentine's Day with our miniature ISU-themed Virtual Valentines. They're a fun way to show your ISU friends and family you're thinking of them.

Old Flames

A social media site like Facebook was made for me. I love it, love it, love it. When I joined 1-1/2 years ago or so, I knew three people on it. Now I know something like 450 people.

Steve understands none of it. Facebook is the opposite of everything Steve Seiler. It is not his thing.

I've created a group for my sorority, and FB has been a great way, in general, to connect with high school friends and with Iowa Staters.

One of the many great things about the Greek system at Iowa State was not only that it was huge, but with all of the houses being so close and within walking distance, you knew a lot of people just from being around and about.

Someone created a new group on Sunday dealing with FAC (Friday After Class) at People's. When I joined there were around 10-members. This group has spread like wildfire, and now there are over 700 people who belong to this group.

Over lunch today I was looking through the members for this group and saw a name that looked familar but I couldn't figure out why.

And then it hit me...

It was Steve's college girlfriend.

And I got all excited.

I have only seen her once from afar. And to Steve's chagrin, I'm sure, I was wearing a big pink flower in my hair. I have never talked to her, but I really liked seeing her because they dated for a quite a while. She's cute, blond and tall (well, taller than 5' 2-1/2").

I immediately called Steve. I got his voicemail, so I left a message telling him I thought the profile I saw for "blank blank blank" was his college girlfriend based on her name and what she looked like, and I mentioned how we have five mutual friends...blah blah blah. Again, I was excited.

Steve then left me a voicemail informing me in a very businesslike manner that he was not aware of her married last name so he could not tell me if it was her or not.

That is soooo not the response I wanted from him. As I listened to his message I asked myself, "How are Steve and I so completely different people?" It reminded me that opposites, indeed, can and do attract!