Yesterday marked the six month anniversary of the best day of my life!
Todd bought me an awesome Rock of Ages framed poster as an "anniversary gift" against his better protests that 6 months does not need to be celebrated, and the real celebration should be saved for the first 1 year anniversary.
But alas, he bought me the poster because he had heard me say "our walls are too blank" (he IS listening!) and because he had the insanely adorable idea to buy posters from all of the Broadway productions we have seen/will see in the future to keep a running record on display in our home. Seriously? A man thought up that idea? LOVE IT. LOVE HIM.
And, since he surprisingly had the evening off from work, he stopped by the grocery store on his way home and bought lots of food to make me a gourmet meal -- broiled tilapia, veggies, homemade curly fries (which was an appetizer because we devoured them the minute they came out of the fryer and they never hit our plates), and Texas toast because we're obsessed with it and currently have 3 unopened boxes in our freezer. Carb overload. Delicious -- every last bite.
After dinner we had coffee and ice cream (bad, I know) and watched TV together on the couch. It was perfect 6 month anniversary celebration, even if he didn't intentionally mean for it to unfold that way!
Later Todd marinated pork tenderloin in a homemade marinade to cook another delish dinner for me on Thursday night. My live-in chef has returned! I'm overjoyed! As is my waistline! Wait...no it's not. But who cares!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Baby Fever is back.
Jess just brought up her gorgeous 6 month old (is that right, Jess?) baby girl, Carly for a surprise visit and she is awesome! So cuddly and adorable and giggly and she put my new handmade scarf that the boss brought me back from his trip to Vietnam, straight in her mouth. I loved every second of it. Even the baby drool on the scarf.
I want one.
Sorry, hubby :)
I want one.
Sorry, hubby :)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Oh Mom.
This morning my mom emailed Matt (my brother) and I Glory Day's coupons and wrote in the email "In case you wanted to use your Glory Days gift cards, here's a coupon to use with them!"
I wrote back..."Glory Days gift card? What does that mean?" ya know, because I didn't have a Glory Days gift card (that I was aware of).
My mom wrote back "oh bummer. I just remembered I was going to send the gift cards in your Valentine's Day cards that I haven't sent yet. :("
She definitely ruined her own surprise.
Don't worry mom, I will love the gift card (and you!) regardless! :)
I wrote back..."Glory Days gift card? What does that mean?" ya know, because I didn't have a Glory Days gift card (that I was aware of).
My mom wrote back "oh bummer. I just remembered I was going to send the gift cards in your Valentine's Day cards that I haven't sent yet. :("
She definitely ruined her own surprise.
Don't worry mom, I will love the gift card (and you!) regardless! :)
Thursday, January 14, 2010
This morning's conversation...
Todd has been working doubles all week. (Fortunately today is his last one until next Tuesday. We're headed to Scranton and New York with the Schwass' for the long weekend! Can't wait!)
Because of these doubles, our full interaction has been a short 5 minute morning routine of: kiss goodbye, brief talk while T's eyes are still closed, me saying things like "have a good day. Do you need me to take that $$ to the bank? I'm going to the gym later. Don't forget to let Whinnie poop. I love you." etc. etc. while T aimlessly mumbles back something about "mmphave a good day too...she always poops...no bank. work out. love you."
And then the short evening routine, which, if I'm still awake involves: Whinnie barking like a mad dog as Todd puts his key in the door, Whinnie immediately there after peeing on the floor in excitement of seeing T for the first time in 14 hours, followed by kissing hello, 3-5 minutes of TV, asking Todd how his day was, him telling me how much $$ he made, me turning off the TV while he's standing directly in front of it catching the last second of whatever awful show I'm watching, both of us turning off all the lights, climbing the stairs to bed, kissing goodnight, and passing out.
However...more recently, I have been having a hard time trying to stay awake waiting for T to get home. So I have been climbing the stairs to the bedroom alone, and closing my eyes to the sound of Alton Brown & Good Eats (you KNOW he's on every single night) while attempting to stay semi-awake so that I can perform at least 1/3 of our usual nightly routine (ask how his day was and kiss goodnight) with my eyes closed.
But apparently sometimes I'm so tired that my body goes to sleep, while my mind stays awake.
Hence this morning's conversation:
(As I'm kissing Todd goodbye this morning) Me: "Have a good day honey, love you!"
T: (still with eyes closed) "We had an interesting conversation last night"
Me: "We did? About what?"
T: "I'm not really sure what you meant, but you kept saying 'Whinnie's the only dog here! She's the only dog in the house!'"
Me: "What does that mean??"
T: (yes, eyes still closed)"I have no idea! I almost wrote it down...but then I knew I would remember this morning. You just kept insisting 'She's the only dog here!'"
Me: "Well...she was the only dog in the house last night..."
T: "yeaaahhh....Have a good day, honey..."
Maybe my sub-conscious was actually so excited for Todd to be home that I was performing a rap song in my sleep.
Don't be surprised if I top the charts with that one in the next few months. And clearly I will title my album "The only dog here!" to the tune of Larry Pratt's (American Idol) "Pants on the ground".
Because of these doubles, our full interaction has been a short 5 minute morning routine of: kiss goodbye, brief talk while T's eyes are still closed, me saying things like "have a good day. Do you need me to take that $$ to the bank? I'm going to the gym later. Don't forget to let Whinnie poop. I love you." etc. etc. while T aimlessly mumbles back something about "mmphave a good day too...she always poops...no bank. work out. love you."
And then the short evening routine, which, if I'm still awake involves: Whinnie barking like a mad dog as Todd puts his key in the door, Whinnie immediately there after peeing on the floor in excitement of seeing T for the first time in 14 hours, followed by kissing hello, 3-5 minutes of TV, asking Todd how his day was, him telling me how much $$ he made, me turning off the TV while he's standing directly in front of it catching the last second of whatever awful show I'm watching, both of us turning off all the lights, climbing the stairs to bed, kissing goodnight, and passing out.
However...more recently, I have been having a hard time trying to stay awake waiting for T to get home. So I have been climbing the stairs to the bedroom alone, and closing my eyes to the sound of Alton Brown & Good Eats (you KNOW he's on every single night) while attempting to stay semi-awake so that I can perform at least 1/3 of our usual nightly routine (ask how his day was and kiss goodnight) with my eyes closed.
But apparently sometimes I'm so tired that my body goes to sleep, while my mind stays awake.
Hence this morning's conversation:
(As I'm kissing Todd goodbye this morning) Me: "Have a good day honey, love you!"
T: (still with eyes closed) "We had an interesting conversation last night"
Me: "We did? About what?"
T: "I'm not really sure what you meant, but you kept saying 'Whinnie's the only dog here! She's the only dog in the house!'"
Me: "What does that mean??"
T: (yes, eyes still closed)"I have no idea! I almost wrote it down...but then I knew I would remember this morning. You just kept insisting 'She's the only dog here!'"
Me: "Well...she was the only dog in the house last night..."
T: "yeaaahhh....Have a good day, honey..."
Maybe my sub-conscious was actually so excited for Todd to be home that I was performing a rap song in my sleep.
Don't be surprised if I top the charts with that one in the next few months. And clearly I will title my album "The only dog here!" to the tune of Larry Pratt's (American Idol) "Pants on the ground".
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Peeing 101
Allow me to preface this post by stating that while the title involves the word "peeing", this is in fact NOT a post about Whinnie. Shocking, I know. Also, this may be a little "TMI"(too much information) for some, so you might want to stop reading now. Moving on.
Until Todd and I bought our house, I had never lived with a guy before, other than my Dad and brother.
Growing up, we had a strict "going to the bathroom means bathroom door is closed" policy. I would be crucially embarrassed if I sat down to do my business and suddenly realized, mid-pee, that there was no TP in the bathroom, leaving me no other option than to have to holler to my mom or dad and ask them if they could throw a roll in the bathroom. (Meaning, open the door just a crack wide enough to stick your arm in and toss the roll aimlessly across the bathroom, hoping it reaches me.)
I grew up hating it when my mom would try to talk to me in public restrooms when we were using side-by-side stalls. I just wanted to finish peeing as fast as possible, so that I could escape the horror of the public restroom. ***(read great addendum at bottom)*
When I went "off to college" (or rather, moved into the dorms approximately 2.5 miles from my parents front step), my bathroom behavior remained the same. The door was always closed. Unless, you know, a couple of us girls were at a frat party and refused to wait single-file in line, so we all piled into the tiny (and typically disgusting) frat house bathrooms and took turns hovering, while continuing our sorority girl cackling. But, we were all girls. And, at that point we were typically a sick-pack deep and probably could have peed in someones house plant and not really cared. Liquid courage I guess.
Fast forward several years to the land of home-ownership and marriage. Which brought about our very own powder room. (You know, a first floor bathroom with just a toilet and sink -- and I hear a lot of them have mirrors too, but ours is missing...ask my husband why). And which brings forth my topic of discussion:
Is it OK to pee with the bathroom door open, if it's just you and your spouse in the house?
Todd seems to think it's totally fine to use the powder room with the door open. And more so, he seems to think it's totally fine to continue on with our conversations as he does so. Once I even caught him heading in there to pee, while we were having a conversation, and I was making dinner in the kitchen! Yes, the kitchen that is directly opposite from the powder room! He ended up closing the door that time...
I'm not saying it bothers me to hear peeing sounds. We've all used public restrooms before. There's no escaping the sound. And it's not like he leaves the door open when we have company over. He does have manners. And he ALWAYS washes his hands. Yet every single time he goes into the powder room, I can't help but call to him from the couch "are you leaving the door open?" It's an automatic reflex.
I asked a set of our married friends if they thought it odd for one spouse to pee, with the door open, while carrying on a conversation with the other spouse. They said it was normal married life behavior. So much so, that they rarely close their bathroom door...and have been known to do even "more business" while carrying on a conversation. Now THAT'S a comfort level I don't think I'll ever reach. (Names withheld to protect the innocent...or I suppose I should say, the guilty!)
I guess it's just one of those quirks of marriage that takes some getting used to. I'm sure Todd would prefer I closed the bathroom door when tweezing my eyebrows or applying my "war paint" (concealer/make-up as he calls it).
And I'm sure it could always be worse. He could be pooping in the basement and not telling anybody.
But then again, that's what we have Whinnie for.
*Funny story -- one time my mom and I were using the restroom at Olive Garden. She thought she had gone in the stall right next to mine, but in actuality she went one stall over, so there was someone in the stall between ours. Well, middle lady let out a loud rip-roaring fart, and my mom (who typically scolds public flatulence) busted up laughing and said "GOOD ONE MELIS!" real loud. After we finished, as we were washing our hands, I mouthed to her "that wasn't me", just as a little old lady with a cane walked out of the middle stall. We could barely get out of the restroom fast enough before we both doubled over with laughter. My mom no longer tries to continue conversations with me upon entering public restroom stalls.
Until Todd and I bought our house, I had never lived with a guy before, other than my Dad and brother.
Growing up, we had a strict "going to the bathroom means bathroom door is closed" policy. I would be crucially embarrassed if I sat down to do my business and suddenly realized, mid-pee, that there was no TP in the bathroom, leaving me no other option than to have to holler to my mom or dad and ask them if they could throw a roll in the bathroom. (Meaning, open the door just a crack wide enough to stick your arm in and toss the roll aimlessly across the bathroom, hoping it reaches me.)
I grew up hating it when my mom would try to talk to me in public restrooms when we were using side-by-side stalls. I just wanted to finish peeing as fast as possible, so that I could escape the horror of the public restroom. ***(read great addendum at bottom)*
When I went "off to college" (or rather, moved into the dorms approximately 2.5 miles from my parents front step), my bathroom behavior remained the same. The door was always closed. Unless, you know, a couple of us girls were at a frat party and refused to wait single-file in line, so we all piled into the tiny (and typically disgusting) frat house bathrooms and took turns hovering, while continuing our sorority girl cackling. But, we were all girls. And, at that point we were typically a sick-pack deep and probably could have peed in someones house plant and not really cared. Liquid courage I guess.
Fast forward several years to the land of home-ownership and marriage. Which brought about our very own powder room. (You know, a first floor bathroom with just a toilet and sink -- and I hear a lot of them have mirrors too, but ours is missing...ask my husband why). And which brings forth my topic of discussion:
Is it OK to pee with the bathroom door open, if it's just you and your spouse in the house?
Todd seems to think it's totally fine to use the powder room with the door open. And more so, he seems to think it's totally fine to continue on with our conversations as he does so. Once I even caught him heading in there to pee, while we were having a conversation, and I was making dinner in the kitchen! Yes, the kitchen that is directly opposite from the powder room! He ended up closing the door that time...
I'm not saying it bothers me to hear peeing sounds. We've all used public restrooms before. There's no escaping the sound. And it's not like he leaves the door open when we have company over. He does have manners. And he ALWAYS washes his hands. Yet every single time he goes into the powder room, I can't help but call to him from the couch "are you leaving the door open?" It's an automatic reflex.
I asked a set of our married friends if they thought it odd for one spouse to pee, with the door open, while carrying on a conversation with the other spouse. They said it was normal married life behavior. So much so, that they rarely close their bathroom door...and have been known to do even "more business" while carrying on a conversation. Now THAT'S a comfort level I don't think I'll ever reach. (Names withheld to protect the innocent...or I suppose I should say, the guilty!)
I guess it's just one of those quirks of marriage that takes some getting used to. I'm sure Todd would prefer I closed the bathroom door when tweezing my eyebrows or applying my "war paint" (concealer/make-up as he calls it).
And I'm sure it could always be worse. He could be pooping in the basement and not telling anybody.
But then again, that's what we have Whinnie for.
*Funny story -- one time my mom and I were using the restroom at Olive Garden. She thought she had gone in the stall right next to mine, but in actuality she went one stall over, so there was someone in the stall between ours. Well, middle lady let out a loud rip-roaring fart, and my mom (who typically scolds public flatulence) busted up laughing and said "GOOD ONE MELIS!" real loud. After we finished, as we were washing our hands, I mouthed to her "that wasn't me", just as a little old lady with a cane walked out of the middle stall. We could barely get out of the restroom fast enough before we both doubled over with laughter. My mom no longer tries to continue conversations with me upon entering public restroom stalls.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Almost 31
Todd's birthday is coming up. He's going to be 31. I tease him that he's my old man. I mean, he is close to 4 years older than me. Good thing he still acts like a youngin'. But I do have to say though, that I believe it is with marriage, more so than age, that he has grown wiser.
For example: Last night we were driving to Brion's Grill for 1/2 price burger night and got into a conversation about what he would want for his upcoming birthday.
Me: Do you want an iPhone for your birthday?
T: Nah...I don't really need an iPhone.
Me: But your phone is really old. And scratched. And the outside screen is busted. You really need a new phone.
T: Yeah, but I don't need an iPhone. I really don't want that kind of monthly cost.
Me: What do you mean? It costs pretty much about the same as your current phone per month.
T: Yeah, but they cost a lot to buy. I don't want you to spend that kind of money on an iPhone for my birthday.
Me: But it's your birthday gift! What else would you want instead?
T: I don't know...we need a lot of things for the house still...
Me: But those are more of "household necessities" not "birthday gifts for Todd".
T: Yeah, but don't you want new curtains and blinds?
Me: For your birthday??
T: Hey, I'm willing to make that sacrifice. That's just what you do when you get married.
Ahhh...he is so wise.
That or he's been observing my parents very closely ;)
For example: Last night we were driving to Brion's Grill for 1/2 price burger night and got into a conversation about what he would want for his upcoming birthday.
Me: Do you want an iPhone for your birthday?
T: Nah...I don't really need an iPhone.
Me: But your phone is really old. And scratched. And the outside screen is busted. You really need a new phone.
T: Yeah, but I don't need an iPhone. I really don't want that kind of monthly cost.
Me: What do you mean? It costs pretty much about the same as your current phone per month.
T: Yeah, but they cost a lot to buy. I don't want you to spend that kind of money on an iPhone for my birthday.
Me: But it's your birthday gift! What else would you want instead?
T: I don't know...we need a lot of things for the house still...
Me: But those are more of "household necessities" not "birthday gifts for Todd".
T: Yeah, but don't you want new curtains and blinds?
Me: For your birthday??
T: Hey, I'm willing to make that sacrifice. That's just what you do when you get married.
Ahhh...he is so wise.
That or he's been observing my parents very closely ;)
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Someone has been reading my blog again...
Todd ran some errands today. I thought he was going to Home Depot and WalMart.
At about 2:30pm I received a call that went something like this:
T: "Do you think Lauren and Connor would want a ____ for the baby?" (I can't share what ____ was just in case of the off chance that Lauren or Connor read my blog).
Me: "Sure...why not?"
T: "..or do you think they would like ___ better?"
Me: "wait, what are you doing? Are you in WalMart?"
T: "no, I'm in BuyBuy Baby"
Me: "why?!"
T: "what do you mean, why? Because the shower is this weekend and we have to get them a present!"
Me: "but that is right up my alley...I totally wanted to go shopping for the baby gifts!"
T: "no honey, you're not allowed"
Me: "why not??"
T: "because this place is only going to make you want a baby 10 times more."
Harrumph.
At about 2:30pm I received a call that went something like this:
T: "Do you think Lauren and Connor would want a ____ for the baby?" (I can't share what ____ was just in case of the off chance that Lauren or Connor read my blog).
Me: "Sure...why not?"
T: "..or do you think they would like ___ better?"
Me: "wait, what are you doing? Are you in WalMart?"
T: "no, I'm in BuyBuy Baby"
Me: "why?!"
T: "what do you mean, why? Because the shower is this weekend and we have to get them a present!"
Me: "but that is right up my alley...I totally wanted to go shopping for the baby gifts!"
T: "no honey, you're not allowed"
Me: "why not??"
T: "because this place is only going to make you want a baby 10 times more."
Harrumph.
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