When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished.
- Amy Lowell
I’m not much for poems but this one…this one I saved ever since I read it in my high school English class.
It’s cold, gray and sleeting outside…I want to wear leggings.
For me, leggings are the comfort food of clothes. They just make me feel warm and cuddly and they are my go to when I can’t make up my mind about what to wear. I don’t care what other people say about them, as long as they aren’t transparent they are pants…
I also wore another comfort item of mine, my long navy cardigan. It’s over 2 years old but I still remember when I got it. It was actually an exchange gift, my sister had given me a slinky, red satin halter top for Christmas, I exchanged it for this cardigan. She was not pleased.
There was this brief time I think my family assumed I dressed kind of slutty… I still don’t know what my sister was thinking with that red top. At least it was better than the previous year’s zip-up cardigan with poof balls on the pockets.
She has great fashion taste herself, I guess she just assumed I didn’t.
Last night I dreamed I had a baby boy. It was very real and the plot line read like an episode from I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant.
In my dream I was thrilled with my new addition but I woke up with a terrified scream and in a cold sweat.
Despite the fact that I love babies and do one day want one, I DO NOT want one right now. My husband and I want to do things…like travel, make two incomes, and get a dog (if we can keep the dog alive then children will be the next talk).
I think the ‘bundled-joy’ dream stemmed from a call by my grandmother inquiring if Mark and I had any new announcements (hint hint).
What ever dredged this up, waking up in terror over a baby dream is just proof that I’m not ready. It still creeps me out that there is something LIVING inside of you (yes, I’m an adult…I think).
At least I don’t believe that dreams translate into real life because I’ve died in my dreams several times and as far as I know I’m still kicking.
Everyone told me ‘marriage is full of surprises’. Especially for a couple like us, who didn’t live together before we got married.
For the most part, we knew each others quirks and foibles. Like how my husband likes to leave half full (*wink*) glasses of water around the apartment like that little girl from Signs. If Earth is ever attacked by water-soluble aliens just send ‘em over to our place…swing away…swing away
But NO ONE warned me that my laundry habits would have to drastically change after marriage.
When I lived by myself I could go 5-6 weeks without doing laundry. If I ran out of socks and underwear I would just go BUY MORE socks and underwear. Genius.
That is apparently not possible when you are married.
You can try it but after just 4 weeks you’ll just end up going into the closet one day and the mountainous pile of laundry will unleash an avalanche of dirty socks and bury you.
Then, while you’re waiting for a St. Bernard with a whiskey flask to rescue you from the crevice between your husband’s sweaty gym shorts, scrubs stained with toothpaste and that shirt you spilled pasta sauce on last week you’ll wish you had just broken down and conquered Mt. Laundry 2 weeks ago.
So now we do laundry every two weeks and EVERY time I grumble about how we could possibly wear so many clothes so quickly and how no one warns you about the laundry before you get married.
So my husband and his buddies still get a spring break. Perk of still being a full-time student.
We WERE going to get a beach house in Florida with a group of friends and spend 5 days laying out on the beach, BBQing, and drinking.
Those plans fell through. I spent a whole day pouting about it. (define: adult)
I had made plans. Plans that included new beach clothes and working out 5 days a week for the next 5 days to lose 5 lbs so I would feel confident in a bikini.
After my day of pouting I decided to still go through with the 5 lbs x 5 days/week x 5 weeks. Also keeping the beach clothes.
I guess I wanted to prove it to myself that I can actually do it, usually I have trouble getting to the gym 3x a week. Most of the time I go gung-ho for a couple weeks and then I’m back to maybe once a week (maybe). I might also be doing this out of spite, who I’m spiting…I dunno. But it’s happening.
For the record - I’ll be concentrating on the 5 days a week promise, the 5 lbs would be a perk but I just picked it because 1. my nurse sister said 1lb a week is a healthy weight loss, more than that, not so much 2. it went along with my theme.
The other night Mark and I were out at a bar together to help celebrate a birthday (all dental students because those are pretty much the only people we know).
At the bar we sat at a round table (4 chairs) with a couple of our friends. As more people arrive we push the tables together to make room causing Mark and I to no longer be sitting by each other but rather across from one another.
An hour or two into the birthday gathering Mark and I are chatting away with different friends.
At one point I overhear Mark telling stories about our wedding to a fellow dental student who happens to be getting married in June.
Engaged dental student: Mark, I didn’t realize you were married.
Mark flashes his ring and points to me, I flash mine in return. Smiles.
Engaged dental student: Oh - I thought she was with [mutual acquaintance]
Note: I am sitting by [mutual acquaintance] who has become a good friend of Mark and also myself.
[mutual acquaintance] and I exchange surprised looks.
Me (between giggles): Nope. Mark’s stuck with me. I don’t even think [mutual acquaintance] acts like someone whose married.
Engaged dental student: I’m so sorry, I guess I just assumed since you were sitting next to one another…
[mutual acquaintance] - Don’t worry about it. Actually - Mark and I share Kate.
More laughter. Engaged dental student looks like he isn’t sure whether to believe us or not.
Me: Yeah, AND we swing… So if you and your fiance are ever interested.
Mark plays along and makes the call us hand gesture here.
Engaged dental student (backing away slowly): Ha..ha… yeah… well… I have to go to the restroom…
.Engaged dental student retreats to the restroom and more civil conversation.
I originally saw the photo below on Tall Girl Tales and immediately decided I would copy it.
Why did I decide to copy it?
Mostly because I could… I went through a mental check list - black scarf (check), jeans (check), slouchy gray tee (check), yellow shoes (check)…All of that equaled an outfit I could replicate with little to no effort. Done-zo.
For Valentine’s Day my husband and I don’t exchange gifts, we just make that day about spending time together and eating a ridiculously good meal.
This year we wanted to save money so we stayed in and dined (also didn’t want to bother with reservations). I made broiled lobster tail, asparagus, and rice pilaf with chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. Alcohol was also served.
I totally cheated on the rice pilaf and use a box of Uncle Ben’s. I typically try to stay away from pre-prepared dishes like this but I didn’t want to bother with gathering the ingredients for rice pilaf and I already had the box in my pantry. It still kind of counts though, because I had to simmer it for 25 minutes…that’s hard work.
The lobster was a challenge. I’ve never prepared lobster before, I was completely ignorant about how intimate I would have to get with this lobster tail…apparently very intimate, we should have gone out for drinks first.
Throughout dinner I took in the whole spread and felt very satisfied with myself.
After dinner I think I proclaimed, “I AM THE BEST WIFE IN THE WHOLE GD WORLD!”
Which was immediately followed by an eye roll.
Admittedly, while I was rather impressed with myself and my lobster dinner, I doubt that the ability to physically molest a lobster tail, slather it in butter and spices, and throw it under the toaster-oven broiler (that’s right, I used the toaster-oven on lobster) makes me any better of a wife than anyone else.
I totally had a t-shirt and a necklace on earlier, but apparently my eye make-up remover leaked and my necklace sat in the mess. Wearing said necklace caused a gross greasy stain on my t-shirt, so…..I changed.
I also felt kind of lazy with my hair, I slept in a bun and for some reason when I woke up this morning I was digging the messy bun look, so voila.
My coworker gave me my belated Christmas present today. We could just never get in to the office at the same time and I wouldn’t let her ship it to me. Today the stars aligned and we finally figured it out our Christmas present problem.
So we’ve got…
2 monogrammed mugs (pretty excited about these)
101 Things To Do With Cake Mix - I hope one of them is make a cake and eat it.
And Quickies in the Kitchen - please notice the caption at the bottom of the book cover says “Because there are better things to do with your time.” I don’t know if this was supposed to be suggestive but it was cause for a good amount of laughter in my office.
I love my job simply for the people I work with. Awesome, just awesome.