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Hello lovelies! Wow, it’s been a minute since I’ve last posted. Sorry about that. Things have been a little hectic. Last week there was some serious work-related drama that put me in a less than stellar mood. Things have smoothed over, but still, last week was sucky.
I know you are all dying to know what my Snuggie looked like during the pub crawl. Well, JD and I went Jersey Shore on those bitches, and I am very confident to say I think that we had the best looking Snuggies by far. We were slightly hungover that day from too much late night partying with friends, but we managed to still have a good time. The best part of the night was when strangers came up to me and tried to read Poughkeepsie out loud. Hilarious!
I have to say, our Super Bowl Party was quite the success. We had an amazing spread of goodies to choose from that included homemade humus, sliders, crawfish and shrimp, buffalo chicken dip, mini meatball subs, chicken tenders, taquitos, taco cups, chips, cheese and crackers. We seriously had so much food that it barely fit on the table. Since about 20 people showed up, we had to do some serious rearranging to fit everyone into the condo. We ended up rearranging our living room and bringing our futon down from the guest room, which makes the living room look more open and gives us a ton more seating. We also set up a TV on our bar that is in the dining room so people had options on where they wanted to hang out to watch the game. It was so much fun – one of kegs ended up getting floated (it was a small one that we’d had for a bit) and beer pong was set up in the dining room.
We had quite the snow storm for Atlanta on Friday. I think we ended up with 3-4 inches – I know that’s not a lot for most of you, but it’s quite the ordeal here. Since the snow was seriously coming down, we got to leave work early. Unfortunately, since the rest of Atlanta got out early as well, it took me almost an hour and a half to get home (I only live 10 miles from the office). Major suckage. But everything was so pretty when it was covered with snow, and I am sad to see it melted away already.
And of course nothing will stop Fado from going outside, not even the snow. He’s such a brave little guy!
T and I had planned to go to Savannah for a nice romantic Valentine’s Day weekend trip, but the work drama and snow poo-pooed on our plans. Luckily the B&B we were going to stay in was nice enough to let us cancel at the last minute without charging us a fee. We will definitely be staying there when we finally take this trip, and I seriously think we aren’t meant to ever take it because something always pops up and causes us to postpone – ankle sprains, weddings, work issues, weather. You name it, it’s stopped us. Sigh…
Our Valentine’s Day was pretty unproductive. We lazed around the house watching True Life marathons and made a nice dinner. What did we make? Well, be prepared to drool – crab stuffed lobster tails, bacon wrapped scallops, mushroom bruschetta, and a salad with dried cranberries, cherries, nuts and blue cheese. It was amazing! We meant to take some pictures of it, but we went a little fat kid and ate the whole thing without snapping any images…oh well. This coming Saturday, we will go see the DaVinci Exhibit at the High Museum of Art and go out for a nice dinner before meeting up with friends for a birthday celebration. Who says lovey dovey activities can only take place on February 14th? 😉
Whoever said that married life is all rainbows and cupcakes, is either a liar or totally omitting the gory details. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, but sometimes he annoys me more than any other person in the entire world. And it’s just not cool and makes me want to punch him in the head J-Woww style (Jersey Shore reference – did you see that shit?) – not that I ever would, but still.
For the most part, I do a majority of the household tasks. I usually do the shopping, most of the cooking during the week, laundry, kitchen straightening, etc. because I get off work a lot earlier than T. I don’t particularly love it, but it’s not the end of the world either. When he’s around on weekends, he’s pretty helpful – for the most part.
Now here’s what gets me freaking angry. I hate feeling like I’m being a nag or acting like “the mom” in the relationship, but Jesus Christ, sometimes the hubs makes me feel that way. Nothing gets under my skin more than when I ask him nicely to do something, and he tells me he’ll take care of it. Only he procrastinates on it FOREVER or just doesn’t do it at all – “oops, I forgot.” Then I get all bitchy and snippy and yell at him. But I do have to say, my outbursts make him get the job done.
So let’s take yesterday for example. T had off and I had to work. Sometime in the afternoon I asked him if he’d mind running to the store so I wouldn’t have to stop on my way home. He said sure. I also asked if he would mind starting dinner so we could eat earlier than 7:30 or 8, and we’d have time to take down our Christmas tree then relax afterward (Yes, it’s still up. I’m having a hard time letting it go because it makes the house feel so festive and cozy. And we’re lazy.)
Anyway…I got home a little after 6, and T was not home. In fact he was still at the store. This only meant one thing – that he left a lot later than he said he would. So of course, there was no dinner on the table. The kitchen was a disaster from when we had friends over this weekend and the garbage was overflowing. I know it was his day off, but damn son, couldn’t you get off your ass to take out the trash? It’s not like it has to be taken very far – the can is right behind our patio, about 10 steps there and back.
When he finally got home, groceries had to be put away. I ended up doing the kitchen cleaning and he started the food, but that was not the point. I wanted, for once, to come home to a fairly clean kitchen with dinner on the table – like it is on a regular basis for him. Needless to say, we didn’t eat until 7:30 and the Christmas tree is still up.
It just seems like taking care of the household is the major source of our arguments, and it’s driving me insane. I know no one enjoys cleaning, but we all have to do it. If I ask you to help me with something, don’t talk back to me like a 15-year-old or I will treat you like one (I should not be tested on this. That shit didn’t fly in my parents house, and it sure as hell won’t fly in my house now).
I don’t care how late you work or how much money you bring into the household, this ain’t 1950 and I am not Susie Homemaker. It’s 2010, we will split this shit evenly, like it or not! And in case you’ve forgotten, I also work a 40 week on top of all the crap I take care of at home. Enough said…
So here is where you come in, lovely readers. How do you handle household chore related drama with your significant other (or hell, even roommates)? Does it cause arguments on a regular basis? Does it make you want to punch somebody?
Yesterday was a sad day. My friend’s mom (Ads) who had the heart attack last week, passed away. Since she’d had the heart attack, she’d had no brain activity and was on life support. Since she knew she had some issues with her heart, she’d discussed being taken off life support with her family if that was the only thing keeping her alive. Ads and his dad received no good news from the doctors the entire week, so yesterday morning they met with the hospice counselor and decided to unhook life support. Mrs. S passed without suffering.
She was such an awesome person. I’d only known her for a few years, but as soon as you met her you felt like you were apart of her family. She always welcomed all of us in with open arms, making sure we were always well-fed and enjoying drinks on the patio with the family. If you weren’t able to make it over to their house, she’d always tell everyone there how she missed so-and-so and wished they could have made it.
Since all of their family lives out of state, Ads and his dad had all of their friends over. Everyone was bringing food, desserts, and drinks for them to help lift their spirits. We all gathered around and reminisced how wonderful Mrs. S was, and we told our favorite stories about her. For the most part, we all held it together pretty well. We were trying to be strong for Ads and Mr. S.
Even though it was a sad occasion, it was nice to see how many people came out to support Ads and Mr. S. We all wanted to be there for them with hugs and lots of love, but also we wanted to be there for Mrs. S, like she’d always been there for us.
I can’t even fathom the pain that both Ads and Mr. S are going through right now. Mr. S had known Mrs. S since they were children. They grew up together and were friends. When they were in their 20s, they reconnected and realized they were each other’s “one.” I can’t imagine having to be in the position to hold my significant other’s life in my hands. Being the one who has to make the decision to turn off the life support machine. In Ads case, I can’t imagine losing my mom at age 27. His family is super close, especially since it’s just the 3 of them. Having her not be there is going to be so painful.
What I learned from this situation is that when I die, I want all my friends and family to get together and celebrate my life. I want people to be laughing, joking and smiling through their tears. I want people to remember the happy times, not the sadness. Like we all did for Mrs. S yesterday.
Mrs. S, you are loved and you will be missed!
We did a lot of this because we had just walked down the aisle!
One year ago today we were filled with butterflies and excitement as we prepared to walk down the aisle to become a family. We laughed, we cried, and we had the biggest night of our lives so far.
I can’t believe all of that happened one year ago. It seems like this year went by so fast. I feel like it was only yesterday that were getting engaged, and now we’ve been Mr. and Mrs. for a year.
We’ve had our good times and some bad. You push my buttons like no one else can, but I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone but you. Here’s to many more years of being Mr. and Mrs. M.
Love you babe!
P.S. – We really need to do that wedding album and stop procrastinating! 🙂
Wednesday evening after work, I was sitting on my patio drinking a beer and reading From Dead to Worse (part of the Sookie Stackhouse series – which is good. You should read it!) when I got a phone call from JD’s boyfriend Sgt. Sax. He told me that he was coming into town to surprise JD on Thursday night. He’s stationed about 6 hours away, so they don’t get to see each other very often. He wanted to know if I would help him out by getting her out of the house. I said I would because I just love surprises.
Last night I get another call from Sax letting me know he was on his way, and he’d arrive around 11-ish. He sounded a bit bummed because JD told him that she was just planning on making dinner and vegging on the couch. If she stayed at home, it would make it harder for him to surprise her. I promised him I’d get her to come hang out, and that I did.
We gathered with some friends at an Irish pub and hung out. The whole time we were there, I was texting up a storm with Sax to get his location and E.T.A. At one point, our friend SJ grabbed JD’s phone and began texting back to Sax (they went to college together and are old friends). This annoyed JD a bit, so she tried to steal his phone in return. That’s when we all started to panic because SJ had also been texting Sax about the surprise. SJ practically tackled JD and almost knocked her out of her chair to get the phone. Luckily I was there to catch her by her head and push her back up into the chair. What can I say? I have cat-like reflexes – meow.
The whole night we were all acting like looney tunes, throwing popcorn across the table into each other mouths. We were singing along to the music at the top of our lungs. Laughing so hard we cried and our cheeks hurt. It was an all-around good night. I think we were all excited to see the surprise arrive.
A little after 11, I received a text from Sax saying he was here. I grabbed JD and dragged her to the bathroom with me so Sax could sneak in and sit at our table. Of course our timing was off, so we got back before he came in. I decided distracting her and having her look away from the door would be the next best bet. At that exact same moment, T saw someone doing something funny across the room, so we all turned to look. I glanced over my shoulder just as Sax walked in.
JD turned her head and saw Sax, and I swear she almost fell out of her chair she was so excited. It was cute to see the reunion and to be able to explain why we were all acting a little weird throughout the night. I’m just so glad that I was able to lure her out because Sax having to call her at the gate to her complex is a little less anti-climactic then just walking into the room we were all in. 🙂
My parents’ 30th wedding anniversary is next week! Nowadays with divorce rates skyrocketing, being married for any length of time is a feat, especially since they got married when they were only 20 and 21. I am just really happy to say that my parents are still together and going strong after all these years.
In honor of their anniversary, Little S and I will be throwing them a surprise party. We’ve already begun plotting with their neighbors and good friends about getting them out of the house so we can sneak in and set up The Bar (the fun party basement). I’m hoping it won’t be too much of a pain to get them out of the house!
Originally, I had volunteered to cook food for the party, but Little S pointed out that with us trying to set up and potentially make a quick slideshow of photos of them throughout the years (we haven’t had a chance to steal their old photos albums and won’t make it to their house before the party), we may not have time to cook for 20-something people. We’ll still make some smaller and quicker items, but we’ll rely on a store for the main items.
Originally we’d planned to have the party catered by our favorite Mexican restaurant, but it would have cost $750 to feed everyone. That is a little insane if you ask me. So instead we’ve opted to order a Honey Baked Ham. We’ll prob make some bacon wrapped scallops (yummy) and maybe some clams or shrimp. If you can think of any tasty and easy party food, please share! We’ve asked the guests to provide a side or bottle of champagne. I’m really excited about the party and hope that it turns out well!
Here is my question, what would be a good 30th anniversary present for our parents? I am kind of stumped. Everything I’ve seen so far is too girly for both of them (everything is pearl-related – I’m pretty sure my dad doesn’t want pearls). Any suggestions are greatly appreciated!
Also, how long have your parents been married if they are still together?
It’s that time again, where you share a little bit too much about yourself with thousands of strangers. To read about everyone else’s horror stories, go to LiLu’s TMI Thursday page.
Back in high school, I had this obsession with disco balls. I’m not really sure why – maybe because I always wanted to be able to live in the 70s. A little over a year into our relationship, T bought me a disco ball for my birthday that looked sort of like this, minus the spotlight:
I thought it was the coolest thing ever! I never hung it on my ceiling, and instead kept it sitting on my bed. I had this crazy huge headboard that had a ledge to put things on as well as sliding doors that I could put stuff in. It was pretty handy. And so the disco ball sat there.
One afternoon, T came over to my house to hang out. Since my parents weren’t home, we decided to sneak upstairs for a little nookie. We were doing our business and suddenly something went very painfully wrong.
T was on the bottom, with his head near the headboard. Since we were in the throes of passion, the headboard was rocking (so don’t come a knocking – haha). What I wasn’t noticing was that the little disco ball was inching closer and closer to the edge.
All of a sudden I heard a crash-thud, and a little yelp. I opened my eyes to see the discoball, with real glass mini-mirrors, had landed right on T’s face. Naturally I freaked out. His forehead was red and puffy. There were little shards of glass on his face and eyelashes. He was actually bleeding a little too. I stopped to lean over and make sure he wasn’t seriously hurt and to wipe of his face. And do you know what he said to me? Don’t stop, keep going! Guys will let nothing get in the way of their grand finale. So, we moved the disco ball and kept going.
Afterward, we went to the bathroom so he could get a better look at his poor face. He wasn’t banged up too bad, but you could definitely tell something had hit him in the face. Of course as we were inspecting his injuries, my mom came home from work. T started to freak out a bit since he knew my mom would notice his puffy forehead (she always notices the littlest things). And that’s when I came up with the greatest story ever.
We told my mom that T was trying to be funny and bounce me off the bed, so he did a flying leap that caused the disco ball to fly off the ledge and hit him in the face. She showed some concern, but definitely had a laugh at poor T’s expense. I’m pretty sure she bought the story, but years later I told her what really happened. And that made her laugh even more.
After that little incident, the disco ball ended up with a new home – my dresser.
I happened to stumble across LiLu’s TMI Thursday posts today and thought it would be fun to play along. You have been warned…
***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!***
When I was younger (middle school and high school), I wasn’t very sexually advanced. I didn’t have my first real kiss until I was a freshman in high school. That also meant I wasn’t super familiar with a guy’s below the belt area either. I had a few make out sessions with past boyfriends where his hands ventured below my belt or under my shirt, but I never returned the favor because I just wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. And there was no way in hell I would ask a guy for some guidance, so I just left things as they were. I would like to apologize now to all of my old boyfriends that I left with blue balls. I just didn’t know any better!
Fast forward a few years to my first really serious boyfriend. I really liked this guy and realized that I needed to step up the plate to return the favor, even though I didn’t know what to do.
One night Boyfriend and I had gone out to a movie, then we ended up back at my place so we could hang out. We walked into the living room to chat with my parents, who were watching TV. We sat down and decided to watch for a little while. All of a sudden, the show they were watching ended and Sex and the City came on (this was in its early years).
I did a quick survey around the room and realized how awkward everything was about to turn. Here were Boyfriend and I, and my parents. I was just getting ready to stage a mass exodus, when Samantha popped onto the screen. And what was she doing? Well folks, she was giving a guy a BJ. It was the episode about the funky spunk. I seriously thought that boyfriend might die from the awkwardness, and I might pass out from embarrassment. I quickly jumped up, grabbed his arm, and shouted to my parents that we were going to watch a movie in my room. You have never seen 2 teens move that fast.
We ended up in my room, sort of laughing about the strange situation we had just left behind. Then we popped in a movie and snuggled up on the bed. During the movie, Boyfriend kept looking over at me, and finally he asked me the question that I had been dreading. “So, how about you give me a BJ?”
The funny thing is, we had been sleeping together for about 4-5 months now, but BJ’s had never come up. I was flustered and could feel my face turn red as I mumbled, “Ok, but I’m not really sure what to do.” Being the sweet guy he was, he gave me pointers, and we were on our way.
The entire time this process was going on, I could not get the SATC episode out of my head. Samantha and her guy with the funky spunk. All these thoughts of grossness, started to make me panic. I didn’t want to know what Boyfriend’s spunk tasted like. So I did what any normal, freaked out teen girl would do. I pulled away at the last possible second, and poor Boyfriend got spunked…in the face.
Of course I am one to laugh at inappropriate times, and I busted out laughing at his shocked expression. I felt terrible, but I just couldn’t help it. Needless to say, he was not thrilled. He was actually kind of pissed off at me, and honestly I didn’t blame him.
Luckily, no grudges were held. And we were even able to laugh about this little incident in the future!
I feel like I’m in a bit of a blogging rut lately. I just feel like my creative juices have been zapped for some reason. I think it’s because I’m over working and would just love a day off!
Anyway, I stole this meme from Jess because I thought it would be a fun way for my readers to learn more about T and our relationship!
What are your middle names?
Mine is Maria. His is John. <—very Biblical sounding
How long have you been together?
A little over nine years…long time, huh? Married for 6 months tomorrow! 🙂
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
I knew T for about 2 months. I met him in 11th grade when my family moved from Georgia to New York. We had a few classes together and rode the same bus.
Who asked whom out?
T did the asking, and of course I said yes because I had the biggest crush on him!
How old are each of you?
I’m 26 and T is 25. He’ll turn 26 in April.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
My sister since T’s bros still live in New York. I wish we got to see them more though!
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
I would have to say T’s job. He is constantly working, so we never see each other, and we have little time to hang out during the week. Last week he worked almost 80 hours (including Saturday)!
Did you go to the same school?
Yes. We went to the same high school for 2 years, then the same college.
Are you from the same home town?
No, he’s from Poughkeepsie and I’m from the Atlanta- area (even though I was born in Germany, I claim Georgia as my home since I’ve lived her most of my life – 17 years).
Who is smarter?
We are both smart, but I’d say T is probably smarter when it comes to number crunching and booky things. He always does really well with test taking and math – I was not so great with either of those things.
Who is the most sensitive?
I’d say me, even though he has his moments. I’m the one who cries at commercials and movies.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
We try to bounce around, but we have our standards – Tree House, Fox and Hound, Figo Pasta.
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
I’d have to say Germany since most of our other trips have been along the east coast or Mexico.
Who has the craziest exes?
I think his exes are crazier since I’ve met them both before. One actually became a lesbian a few years after they broke up and hit on me when I met her. She even tried to cop a cheap feel on my boob. That was awkward!
Who has the worst temper?
I have a terrible temper. If you upset me, I’ll make sure to let you know. T has a bit of a temper too, but he’s better at controlling it than I am.
Who does the cooking?
We both love to cook, but because of his crazy schedule and working until midnight, I do most of the cooking for the moment. We both do cook together on the weekend though.
Who is the neat-freak?
Neither one of us is super neat. In fact, we are more clutter-freaks. But we both have our moments where we freak out because things are so messy and have to clean right. that. instant.
Who is more stubborn?
T would like to say it’s me, but he is pretty stubborn too. I guess it would depend on what it concerns as to who is more stubborn. I may have the slight edge over him though…
Who hogs the bed? We don’t really hog the bed. We’re either both snuggled up next to each other or rolled onto opposite sides of the bed. If anyone is a bed hog, it’s Fado. For a small cat he sure takes up a hell of a lot of room!
Who wakes up earlier?
That would be me, even though it’s never very early. T loves to sleep and sometimes I feel like I have to drag him out of bed on the weekends so he won’t sleep the whole day away.
Where was your first date?
I honestly don’t even know if we had a first date. We got drunk one night in the woods in high school with some friends, made out, told one another how much we liked the other, and the rest is history. We probably did end up going to a movie after I wasn’t grounded anymore for coming home tipsy.
Who is more jealous?
Neither of us, really. We are both pretty laid back and chill.
How long did it take to get serious?
We decided to apply to some of the same colleges in the beginning of our senior year. I’d say things got cemented when he moved to Georgia so we could go to school together.
Who eats more?
Definitely T. It’s funny, but his nickname is Fat Ass because he will get in these kicks where he’ll eat everything in sight. And when he doesn’t finish something, our friends freak out!
Who does the laundry?
I pretty much do most of the laundry. I’m sort of anal with separating things and if they can be dried or not. T does help fold, sometimes…
Who’s better with the computer?
T is really good, but I can definitely hold my own. Together I think we’re a pretty good team!
Who drives when you are together?
We trade off, but I feel like I make T drive more! 😉
Sorry for the fluff post, I promise I’ll be better tomorrow.
So, I’ve been super productive today…not. I need to talk to a couple of my clients because I need some information from them to write some press releases, but they are not in the office. Makes it hard to do my work without the stuff I need.
My boss is out of town, and my other 2 co-workers just left. They are going to the mountains for a media trip, so I will be in the office, for the rest of the week, all by myself. I’m having a hard enough time jumping back into work, but being here all alone, isn’t making me feel like being more productive. Sigh, this is going to be a long couple of days. I seriously won’t be talking to anyone out loud (unless people call) at work till Monday.
Instead of working, I’m trying to stretch out the little bit of work I have so I’m not completely bored by Friday, I started reading Post Secret, and I am hooked. Some people’s secrets are so sad that I was totally tearing up at my desk. Others were just so random that they had me chuckling out loud because they were just so strange. I liked how everyone secrets have been turned into books. What a fun idea!
T and I are having a much needed date night tonight. The poor guy is working like a maniac and is super stressed. Sometimes I really hate his job and how much he has to work. But at the same time I love it because we have met some awesome people that are now some of our closest friends. What sucks about it is that it’s not even busy season yet, and he’s working a ton of hours. Come January, I will barely see him.
And he’s just so stressed out. I feel like he’s always cranky because he is expected to do so much when there just isn’t enough time to get it done. I know I’ve said this before, but I really hate all of the emphasis America puts on working. Family and friends are tossed to the side just so companies can make money while running their employees into the ground. And for what? The economy is in the dumps and these hard working people aren’t seeing any benefits of their hard work, and some are even getting let go. It makes me so angry.