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Is this really all there is…?

10 Jul

Okay, I don’t exactly have an issue with monotony.  It has been 4 weeks since my last confession.  Post.  Have a seat, I’ll catch you up…

We made it.  We’re officially Not Newlyweds.  I gave him a Kindle (paper anniversary… get it??) which I more or less had to set up for him.  He’s not very technological.  He gave me a hat!  I love it, but I haven’t figured out what to do with it yet.  It looks like this:

We spent the weekend at the same hotel we stayed in one year prior.  We had dinner at the same restaurant.  We spiced it up by having drinks at a place that had nothing to do with anything other than I really like it.  Turns out it all felt really overpriced this time, but as he put it, “a nice parallel.”  Next year we think we’ll order a pizza.

The next weekend was reasonably quiet, as I’d thought I would be on a business trip so there wasn’t much planned.  A little garage-saling (saleing? sailing? whatever), a little birthday party for one of my many pregnant friends, and an inaugural batch of bacon chocolate chip cookies.  That’s right, I said bacon.  After this experiment, it may be making appearances in all manner of baked goods that come out of my kitchen.  As I write this, I realize that a “quiet weekend” for me involves baking, shopping, and partying.

The NEXT weekend was Inlawpalooza.  I survived.  We went to Colorado to celebrate my cousin-in-law’s wedding to a lovely man who will not become a priest.  Long story.  Okay, it’s not that long.  She’s pretty hot, so he thought he’d marry her rather than finish seminary.  Good times were had, sleep was not.

Now we’re back in town for a (little) while.  I’ve set up a tentative chore calendar which I am certain he will love, and I’ve got some 3-ingredient recipes to try out.  Next week I have a little more time to myself than I normally do, so I’m trying to think of things to do that will help me feel like a more balanced individual.  So far I’ve scheduled a brunch.  I thought maybe a “pole fitness” class would be fun, but those conflict with my work schedule.  So… maybe some yoga?  Hopefully some writing, I always enjoy that outlet.  Jewelry-making is a distinct possibility.  And chores, though not enjoyable themselves, always make my life seem a little simpler.  I definitely plan to spend some time this week making limoncello.  It has been a couple years since I’ve tackled that, but I’m confident that I can still pull it off.  Now I just need to find a summer cocktail recipe for it… club soda?  mint?  hibiscus tea?  Stay tuned for more on all that, and on my pineapple bok choy slaw.  It can only turn out well.


One to go… with a side of ‘mones

19 May

I’m not crazy…

Today is the eleven-month mark for us.  I’m pretty excited to have a year of marriage under my belt.  It has surprised me how proud I am to be married.  Reminds me of Bridget Jones’ Diary, and the Smug Marrieds in her group of friends.  I like to think I’m not one of those, as their most distinguishing marking seemed to be their efforts to convince everyone to buddy up and get hitched.  While I desperately want my friends to be happy, I recognize that marriage may not bring that to all of them.  I think my smugness may lie more in how my wedding ring is so much prettier than yours.

We’ve talked a little about what we want to do to celebrate, and it’s been narrowed down so far to “something special” that is “not so expensive.”  That rules out most of the culinary experiences I’d like to have, as well as many of the hotels I think would be fun to crash.  So there’s some work to be done there…  I also need to figure out how I’m going to get him the super-clever, oh-so-punny gift I’ve thought up without getting busted via credit card statements.  Online?  Disguise it by lumping it in with a Target run?  Good thing I so love to scheme, there’s lots of it to do!

I just can’t help wondering, on this nearly-significant day, why they don’t recognize the obvious signs of our monthly hormone swings.  When a female coworker or friend of mine has an inexplicable outburst of bitchiness and/or tears and/or both at once, my first thought is something like, “Maybe we’ll have this conversation in 5-7 days.”

But on this, our eleven monthiversary, he tried to console me.  He tried to reason with me.  He tried to out-argue me.  And back to reason.  He even SAT ON THE FLOOR with me (reasoning attempt #2).  It was all such an interesting contrast to the response from a female coworker of mine: “You, too, this week?”

So, after some consideration and a quick check of the calendar, I’ve decided to go forward with the planning of what we might do to celebrate our first (paper) anniversary.  He should be safe on that weekend.

Pretty Good!

16 May

Someone asked me yesterday how married life is going.  It was the first I’d been asked in several months, I think, and I said “It’s pretty good!”

People ask you constantly how married life is going right after you get married.  I firmly believe that people ask polite, small-talkey questions to make small talk.  This is not to be confused with wanting to know the real answer.  Example:  “How are you?”  Unless it’s your mom asking, there’s only one answer to this.  “Good!  And you?”  But when people asked me how married life was going, I kept blurting out “It’s interesting…”  I thought that was a good happy medium between “Good!  And you?” and “My LAST roommate picked up her clothes and didn’t fart!”

My most recent evidence that we’ve merged smoothly from “interesting” to “pretty good!” was when he replaced the garbage disposal last week.  Handymanness is not on his resume, but it sure is cheaper, so he’s giving it a shot.  He crawled under the sink while I chopped vegetables.  He read the directions, ran back to Home Depot for a missing part, and I kept chopping.  Silently.  I made no comparative comments about how my dad can fix anything.  I did not ask him fourteen times if he read the directions.  I know you read them, but did you read them all the way through?

Maybe this is reason as much as evidence?