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Cubby - sick. Feline child - incurably naughty. Abode - a woebegone mess. Ariadne, our Wandering Jew - suicidal.

:)

Bills - paid in full. ($10 & $25 promotional "cash" cards from favorite stores - in trash.) WiiFit slalom Beginner level - conquered. Abs and glutes - hurt SO good from J-class. Kona - spending the day with his daddy.

randomisms

A friend, on Friday: "So, how is it? Is married life for you?" From me, a resounding yes. We are only two months in and already I could write a book on how much work it takes to be truly happily married (sometimes we debate - is he that much of a drama queen or am I that much of a shrew?) but I wouldn't have this any other way.

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Cubby, Saturday night while drifting off to sleep: "You know how some people have really hot wives, and some people have awesome wives who really love them? I was just thinking that I'm so lucky to have a package deal."

Of course the next morning he had no memory of saying such a thing, but :) anyway.

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Our house is a mess. The kind where very soon it will be difficult to extricate anything we need from any given pile. Where, though, is the time to rectify this? (An ounce of prevention ... I've got to have a banner printed up.)

don't judge us by our bedtime

Last night as we drifted off to sleep in a sea of pillows, blankets, sheets and the huge wedding quilt my aunt made us (it's been chilly), we heard the left-side neighbors come home with their dog.

Cubby: "They were out late."

Cat: "Mmmmph."

Silence, as we both drifted back toward dreamland.

Cubby: "Well, actually ... maybe we're just in bed a little early."

Cat: "What is it, nine?"

Cubby: "Not quite."

window open

Teeniest chance that we could blitz up to my favorite place in the world (next to Disneyland) this summer. Mini-moon? We'll see.

cuz you know that you're toxic

Saying goodbye (sniff) to some Farberware pots and pans to make way for our new stuff. We got a 14-piece Kirkland set from Scott's sister, which I was really jazzed about, but my parents expressed concern over stuff they'd read about nonstick cookware and asked if we wanted to exchange it for All-Clad or maybe Calphalon. So I looked up anodized aluminum and it seems to be a safer alternative to Teflon, but the thought of all the dinners we cooked in Farberware Teflon pans is starting to sicken me ...

and for my next conjuring act ...

Reservations Not Required.

Mmmmmm.

:)

Apparently, once you hit 30 your goods are on display for everyone to see, reflect on, and discuss. Not that this bothers me, as I blog it all out there anyway - I was just surprised to hear of male coworkers giving each other advice on OPKs, folic acid and The Baby Dance. The XXs at the NSY have chimed in, to be sure, but who knew the XYs were so opinionated?

a reprieve from KP

The BF made ahi - Susie's Black style for him (teriyaki sauce); garlic and pepper, well-done, for me. He was in charge of the asparagus tonight, and he made it completely different than I'd instructed him to. While heavy on the balsamic vin, it wasn't a bad variation. And I wonder if the balsamic had anything to do with the fact that this, for once, didn't happen.

BF fell asleep in the middle of Ghost Hunters, so I sent him to bed, and now I have the couch to myself. Howling wind, raspberry herbal tea, The Lost Continent, and snoring husband tucked in tight.

:)

hey mama, welcome to the '50s

I'm no June Cleaver (one checkered apron and a permi-smile short) but am tickled to report that I now cook dinner on a semi-regular basis - without flogging myself when things don't come out as planned. Go with the FLOW, I say. Let creativity reign! (It's much nicer than saying what I actually think: Eat it or beat it, suckers.)

I've also taken to making Scott's workday lunches, which (at his insistence) is invariably a turkey pastrami sandwich and a big Romaine salad. (Well, 'salad' is a generous description of what it actually is: a big GladWare container of chopped lettuce.)

A couple of weeks ago my cousins gave us a bag of School Kine Cookies, bite-sized chocolate chip shortbread yummies that I knew I had to hide if I expected them to last more than a couple of days. I put a few in his lunch every day and hide whatever's left. This morning, as he kissed me goodbye before leaving for work, he told me that the guys at work see the cookies as a barometer of our relationship's health. "When I only get three, they ask me what I did wrong last night," he said.

LOL.

and on the 52nd day, she blogged

Fifty-two days in. The Day was beautiful - some parts were a blur, but I remember three things with amazing clarity: 1) his smile as I met him at the altar, 2) how surprisingly overcome I was at the statement of intentions (maybe the only time in my entire life I've been rendered speechless), and 3) how bouyant I felt all day. For lack of a better description, I felt like people were carrying us around on their shoulders, or on chairs like in a Jewish Hora. The outpouring of love was immense. We didn't think many people would come to the actual wedding ceremony, and we were cool with that. As long as our close family was at the church, everyone could show up to party at the reception and that would have been awesome. But so many people came to the church, and it reminded us how blessed we are to have all of these people in our lives.

People have asked us how things have changed since and it takes serious thought before coming up with anything, really, since we lived together for so long before taking the plunge. (And that word, 'plunge,' that's a stretch - it's more of a gentle wade-in, I'd say, because 'plunge' implies high-risk behavior, the outcome of which is more uncertain than anything else.) Things have changed, though. I feel ... sewn-in now. As a semi-claustrophobe in matters of elevators and the heart, I'm surprised at how much serenity this brings. He is not the one that so many years ago I would ever have imagined loving, let alone marrying. He's not the one that I expected to love me. He's not the one I expected to date for more than a month. He is just, the one.

These 52 days have been filled with love (praise God!), relief (that we'll never have to plan another wedding, ever), adjustment (to weird schedules, changing roles, new names), friction (from surprising sources, like shrimp skewers and gondolas), and laughter (always). His new job has been the catalyst of many changes - like our new wake-up call (3:30 a.m.) and my experimental new role as household cook. Many more changes are on the horizon, but for now, I'm enjoying the time we spend together.

This might be the only entry of its kind (deeply reflective and slightly smushy) in this blog. Really I just wanted a new space to jot a few daily thoughts on married life - e.g. Am I becoming the primary household cook, and if so, how do I stop that from happening feel about that?; The great sandwich conundrum; Budget woes ... etc. I did create a profile at thenest.com but quickly abandoned it because 1) it's too "we-centric" for my liking and 2) the discussion boards are way too cliquey; frankly, it is very easy for me to jump on a Snark Bandwagon and I just don't need that much negativity in my daily weblife.

So. Marriedness blog. Here we are. :)