Wednesday, August 13, 2014
It just occurred to me that The Hubby and I have now been married for two months. We still get complimented on our wedding, so it (sometimes) feels like we just got married two weeks ago. Now I'm not going to do a Montheversary post every month. At least I don't think I am. It might happen. Or it could be sporadic. I don't know. What I do know is that being married hasn't changed our relationship. I mean, sure there are the obvious changes like my last name and the official document. Oh and he gets a ring now. His ring is pretty cool. Hang on, let me find a picture of the rings....
There they are. My wedding band is actually a ring guard for my engagement ring, so it looks like one piece instead of two. Cool story about his ring, he found the one he wanted at a jewelry store for about $400...he found the exact same ring on Overstock.com for $40 (plus S+H, of course)....guess where his ring came from. Still the actual dynamics of our relationship haven't changed. We go out (with or without the kids), invite family and friends over for dinner, stay in...pretty much everything we did before. I do love being married, of course. Pfft, that should be a given. I often have moments where I just stop and think, 'wow. I'm married. how did that happen?' We're learning different quirks about each other. For instance I actually prefer to was dishes by hand instead of using the dishwasher. He will hand wash dishes also...but then he runs them through the dishwasher as well. We don't argue about which way is the "right" way or "better" when it comes to housework. Whoever does it, does it their way. As long as the job gets done, does it matter? Not really. Though 98% of the time, it's done my way since I'm the one doing it. We'll just call that a point for The Wifey. Ssshhhh! Don't tell The Hubby! Lol I kid. Still I don't know if anyone expects a big change when they get married. I didn't; I didn't know what to expect. Good things, obviously. What I am learning is that if/when there are changes, you won't go through them alone. At least you shouldn't; now I know there are some exceptions to that, such as military wives. When The Hubby was driving OTR, we went weeks without seeing each other. Now he's home every weekend, which is nice. I like seeing my husband more than once a month. Like I said, I like being married to him and I'm excited to see what lies ahead of us.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Table manners. We all grew up hearing about them. Sit up! Elbows off the table! Don't play with your food! Chew with your mouth closed! Don't slurp! Don't talk with your mouth full! (Trying to work on that last one with Pretty Girl). We try to be mindful of what is appropriate 'Table Talk'. I'm going to have to emphasize the word TRY. I've been guilty myself of saying things that probably should not have been said at the table. The most recent example I can think of is a few weeks ago. I invited my dad and one of my brothers over for dinner. We were sitting at the table, eating a chicken casserole I made, when I decided to share a Pretty Girl Story. I told them about how she had to step out of cheer practice to go potty.....and then went into detail about how massively huge that turd was. It was about 6-9 inches long. It was a most impressive dump. Dear ol' Dad had no words. All he could do was just laugh.Now, that was in the comfort of my own home, but still....not the the best time to share that particular story. But hey, that pales in comparison to what one mom did in Spring, Texas. She changed her baby's dirty diaper. At the table. In a restaurant. Yeah. That totally happened. You can read about it here. Go ahead. I'll wait...
Are you back? Do you feel like getting a pizza? Seriously, I think it's safe to say that she takes the cake when it comes to poor table manners. I mean, yeah...I get it...sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. But come on now....in public? You improvise. I've sat on the floor and used my legs as a makeshift changing table. I've gone out to the car. I have not subjected unsuspecting restaurant patrons to the foul contents of my minions' diapers. You're welcome for that. Babies are cute. Dirty diapers are not. What she did was rude and unsanitary. If she chooses to do that in the privacy of her own home, that is her choice. Her house, her rules, her choice. Would she have done that if it was her place of business? I certainly hope not, because I wouldn't be a customer. And yes, I know that 'everyone poops'....but that is why we have special, designated rooms with special chairs for that. Before you ask, or even think it...it is NOT the same as nursing in public (or NIP). For one thing NIP doesn't include a foul, telltale stench. If you choose to NIP, you can use a nursing cover for some privacy. Well, maybe. Some bambinos get a little squirmy and will fight it off. But at least that option is available. Try using a cover to change a diaper in a public place...withOUT drawing any extra attention. I admit I never did NIP personally, but from what I understand, it is possible to do so pretty discreetly; and, unless you do a mini striptease before each feeding, you can get situated without drawing too much (or any) attention.
Now, don't get me wrong...if your kid's diaper needs to be changed, take care of your kid's needs. PLEASE don't ignore them. But don't use your kids and their needs as an excuse to be an inconsiderate jackhole. Because, hey, no one is going to turn a blind eye to that. Anyways, what say you? Was she wrong for what she did (well, maybe not just what, but where she did it), or did the restaurant manager overreact?
Monday, August 4, 2014
This is a fitness challenge I'm doing this month. You can find the group on Facebook. I have to admit I was a little iffy about signing up at first. Any other time I've tried to do a month long fitness challenge, I'd get bored about halfway through. Not exactly a very motivating thing! But I figured, I'll NEVER complete any fitness challenge if I don't at least keep trying. So far, I'm 80 minutes into it, so I still have a ways to go.I went for a walk/jog twice this weekend. (See I could have just said that I went jogging, but let's be honest...my jogs still include a good chunk of walking) The Hubby even joined me on Saturday. I told him he was welcome to join me again on Sunday, but the truck and motorcycle needed to be washed. Not to mention I had been on him to clean out his bird's cage, so he took care of all that. I did spend more time actually jogging without him, so while I WOULD like for him to join me whenever he can, I may do just as well (if not 'better') if I go solo. I'd still enjoy having him with me though. He has talked about wanting to get into better shape,so hopefully this can nudge him in that direction. I do have an oversized tire that the Hubby got me, so today, I think I'm going to see how long it takes me to flip it from one side of the yard to the other. Actually I have two oversized tired, but one is still too heavy for me. It takes pretty much all I have to flip it just once. And that's as long as it's not full of rainwater. (we've had quite a bit of rain) In that case, that sucker isn't budging. One day, it will be possible for me. Until then, I use that one for step-ups. I may refer to Pinterest (of course) for other ways to utilize the tires for workouts. Okay...time to get warmed up...
Monday, July 14, 2014
If there's one thing we all like to do, it's save money. We love a good deal. I mean, let's face it. Life can be pretty expensive. Even with having two incomes, things can add up. Now The Hubby and I have pretty much become homebodies since we got married, but we still want to save money. We'd like to go on a cruise in the near future. Actually two cruises, one that's just us and one with the kids. We'd like to have extra cash handy to pay stuff off, for emergencies, or even just for fun. I've seen Extreme Couponing before. It's actually on Netflix right now. At first I thought, ' Uh-uh...no way am I going to buy a hundred bottles of ketchup or whatever'....Then someone in a local FB mommy group I'm in offered a free couponing class, which happened tonight. I had nothing else to do so I figured, why not? The first thing she said was that she does not do a massive stockpile. Instead she stockpiles on a smaller scale. Think family sized, rather than trying to provide enough toilet paper for the whole neighborhood. Okay...that seems more realistic. We can work with that. I told The Hubby that I wanted to subscribe to the newspaper, but just the Sunday and Wednesday issues to get the coupon inserts. The rule of thumb we were told at the class was to get one paper (for the inserts) for each member of the family. For us, that would be four subscriptions. This is new to us, so The Hubby and I will start with ONE subscription, which is will be for six months. After that, we will evaluate how couponing is working out for us and if it's working out, then we will renew our subscription and add more. There are also some rebate apps that I've added to my phone, other than Ibotta. One of my best friends from junior high is a seasoned couponer, so I'll definitely be turning to her for tips and tricks. I'm going to make a general list of the main staples we use on a regular basis to use as a guide for what coupons to clip. I also will be starting a second job as a housekeeper with a local cleaning company. I will have to provide my own cleaning supplies, so coupons will be a must. Not to mention careful planning and attention to detail. Well I'm going to get started on my first list. We still have several gift cards from the wedding so I'm going to see what kind of deals I can find on cleaning products to get started on the new job.
Friday, July 4, 2014
I often see posts on Facebook and Pinterest about being too busy or too tired to clean house. I understand that after working all day, whether you work outside the home or are a SAHM, you probably don't want to deal with the dishes in the sink or the random pile on the coffee table. You're not ignoring it, you'll get to it in a few minutes. But something else often grabs your attention and that one little task gets pushed back. Before you know it, the mess has multiplied. It probably doesn't reach the point of calling Hoarders, but there may have been thoughts of 'how did it get this messy?' I've had those moments. Especially during the past couple of years when I was living at my dad's after I split with my ex. Having a limited amount of space for my stuff meant clutter piled up quickly. When The Hubby and I first started talking about moving in together, he made it very clear that having a clean house was important to him and that it was easier to relax and unwind if things were picked up. I agreed that it wasn't an unreasonable request. Is cleaning fun? No, not really....but I am starting to enjoy it. Okay I enjoy the results. I enjoy that it (for me) is an act of love for my family and friends. I mean, think about it. One of the main reasons I hear for not cleaning is that "I'd rather spend the time with family/friends"....and of course that should be a priority. I mean what's the point if you don't have anyone to share it with? But we can't always use that as an excuse. We also can't always say we're "too tired" after work. Cute woodland animals are not going to come in and clean for us if we start singing. I've tried. Oh, have I tried. Now I will admit that it may be a bit easier for me to clean house. I can do the major cleaning when the kids are at their dad's and The Hubby is on the road and I don't have to worry about any interruptions. (Well other than Facebook breaks). Does that mean my house always looks immaculate? Nope, not at all. Right now, the kids' rooms need to be straightened up; the counters and coffee table need to be wiped down; the floors need to be swept; and there's laundry to be done. Oh and the yard needs some attention as well. So how can that be an act of love? Well, for one thing it's definitely easier to snuggle up on the couch to watch a movie when there isn't a bunch of crap piled on there. There's more space for the kids to play. They do know to put their toys back in their rooms when they're done playing. They need to be reminded, but they do help out in that sense. We also enjoy having friends over, so we like to have a neat, presentable looking house. I know plenty of people will say that 'real friends won't care if your house is a mess or not'....and I do agree with that. But I also think that taking time to clean up a bit before company comes over tells friends 'you're worth the time and effort it takes to put things away'. Does that mean I always have everything looking perfect when someone comes over? No, but I try to keep it to where I don't feel the the to apologize for whatever clutter there may be. I've found that I get more done if I focus on one room at a time. Once I get a room clean, it's easy to maintain if I remember to not put things off "til later"...I do slip up, but I'm trying not to. I am a bit more relaxed about the bedrooms, since I can always just close the door. Though that's no excuse to let them go. I'm also lucky to have a husband who helps clean up around the house. He'd help out more often, if he could...but I often have most of it done by the time he gets home. I've told him I don't mind doing the bulk of the housework. He is the primary breadwinner and puts in 60-70 hours a week at work. It seems like a fair trade to me. He busts his ass to provide for me and the kids...it only seems right that I make the effort to create an environment where he can relax and unwind so that he's able to continue to do his job as best as he can. I plan to go back to school in the fall (as long as I can get financial aide to pay for it), so I'm hoping to have a system worked out this summer that will enable me to keep a clean house that only takes a few minutes each day to maintain. I am open to suggestions. :)
|the living room|
Monday, June 23, 2014
Well we did it; we finally tied the knot! The day went pretty smoothly, if I may say so myself. My bridesmaids came well stocked with plenty of snacks to get us through the day. Pretty Girl was adamant about feeding me. I have to admit, though, I was fidgety all day. I kept wondering if there was something I could do. My brother's girlfriend and Redneck's (guess I can start calling him The Hubby now) sister did everyone's hair; my brother's girlfriend and The Hubby's cousin also did everyone's makeup. Pretty Girl kept telling everyone, "Wow! You look beautiful!" Once my hair and makeup was done, the butterflies started fluttering around. I still had time before I had to get my dress on, so I went ahead and got the kids dressed even though it was still a little early. I needed to do something! Once they were dressed, Pretty Girl took one look at Sweet Boy and said "Wow! My brother is a prince!" He did look pretty darn handsome. About an hour or so before the ceremony was supposed to start, one of my bridesmaids told me that Redneck was there at the venue, so instead of being able to bounce between the chapel where the ceremony was and the reception location, it was time to sequester myself in the chapel's bridal room. Yeah...hello butterflies, nice to see y'all again. I had thought I'd be nervous walking down the aisle, but it wasn't as nerve wracking as I thought it would be. We just made silly faces at each other as my dad and I walked down the aisle and throughout the ceremony. The reception went well;I only wish we had more time to chat with everybody. We managed to say hello to most of our guests, but it feels like we may have missed some. My sweet cousin in law made our cakes. The Hubby was pleasantly surprised to see the BMW logo on his groom's cake. During the cake cutting, we (of course) smashed cake into each other's faces. All I could smell the rest of the night was cake and buttercream frosting. We were told that it looked like we were fist fighting. Pretty Girl caught the bouquet and was thrilled to have her own flowers. She had been asking for "her flowers" earlier when my bridesmaids got their bouquets. Sweet Boy wasn't interested in the garter toss, though one of my brothers got all the guys to scatter when The Hubby threw the garter. Our getaway vehicle was a 1957 BMW R-50 with a sidecar. He wanted to use his S1000 (also a BMW motorcycle) and have me sitting side sadle, but I put my foot down and said the only way I would agree to a motorcycle as a getaway vehicle was if there was a side car. All in all, it was a memorable night and I will share pictures once I get them from our photographer.