July 17, 2011
Gettin' hitched.
WOO HOO!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
The Money Pit
I used to make fun of people who spent thousands of dollars on their pets.
I no longer do.
I am now one of those people.
My poor Tankdog had bladder stones and we forked out whatever it took to make him better. Anything it took. In this case, more than half the wedding budget.
I love my dogs.
It was worth every penny.
Dogs are better than humans most of the time. This one is better than most.
I no longer do.
I am now one of those people.
My poor Tankdog had bladder stones and we forked out whatever it took to make him better. Anything it took. In this case, more than half the wedding budget.
I love my dogs.
It was worth every penny.
Dogs are better than humans most of the time. This one is better than most.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I have figured out women
I should probably charge for this, but I have figured out women.
they need the following:
1. good sex
2. a good listener
3. help around the house
4. to be worshipped
Now, this worship doesn't have to be in the form of ancient greek idol worship with sacrifices and such, just little presents, verbal affirmation and your man telling the world that you are his trophy (even if you have been married for 18 years). I mentioned in February that if every day were valentines day people would get laid a lot more often. That is because Hallmark has set aside that day for a woman to be treated like a queen - and it works. Imagine if you did that for no reason once in a while or once a week.
I'm lucky my manfolk knows this stuff.
We have a lot of sex.
they need the following:
1. good sex
2. a good listener
3. help around the house
4. to be worshipped
Now, this worship doesn't have to be in the form of ancient greek idol worship with sacrifices and such, just little presents, verbal affirmation and your man telling the world that you are his trophy (even if you have been married for 18 years). I mentioned in February that if every day were valentines day people would get laid a lot more often. That is because Hallmark has set aside that day for a woman to be treated like a queen - and it works. Imagine if you did that for no reason once in a while or once a week.
I'm lucky my manfolk knows this stuff.
We have a lot of sex.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Movin' on up
I mentioned the other day that we had to find a place to live. It is actually the same apartment complex that we are currently in.
In July the manfolk moved into my tiny (just over 700 sq ft) one bedroom apartment with me. It has been good, we don't drive each other crazy yet, just need a little more space. Especially since it is two people over 6 foot tall and two dogs over 60 lbs each.
Since my lease is up in January and we want to save money to eventually buy something of our own we were looking to stay in the same price area and just go a little bit bigger. Now, I don't negotiate, but the manfolk does. He tried, they said no, I turned in my 60 day move out notice.
They promptly called a day later with a better deal than we had asked for on a place just two buildings away.
Apartment price jacking. I don't get it. Punish the people for staying until they call your bluff?? Good people who aren't trashy (like some of my neighbors) and actually pay their rent on time. I don't get it.
Oh well, it worked out in the end and we have a place that is finally our place to move into next month.
In July the manfolk moved into my tiny (just over 700 sq ft) one bedroom apartment with me. It has been good, we don't drive each other crazy yet, just need a little more space. Especially since it is two people over 6 foot tall and two dogs over 60 lbs each.
Since my lease is up in January and we want to save money to eventually buy something of our own we were looking to stay in the same price area and just go a little bit bigger. Now, I don't negotiate, but the manfolk does. He tried, they said no, I turned in my 60 day move out notice.
They promptly called a day later with a better deal than we had asked for on a place just two buildings away.
Apartment price jacking. I don't get it. Punish the people for staying until they call your bluff?? Good people who aren't trashy (like some of my neighbors) and actually pay their rent on time. I don't get it.
Oh well, it worked out in the end and we have a place that is finally our place to move into next month.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Wedding Flashback
We went to a wedding the other night. It was an old friend of the manfolk that he has seen twice in 5 years. We didn't know anyone there except their mutual ex-boss and his wife. Not a big deal.
Walked into this gaudy catholic church and flashbacks of my first wedding nearly sucked the breath out of me. The whole thing. I was struck absolutely by everything around, it was just too much like my first. I couldn't speak.
Let me tell you a little about my first... I basically just showed up. The ex (he is catholic) picked the church and my stepmonster (she knows we call her that and thinks it is great) picket the rest. I basically got a dress and showed up. I tried to pick some stuff, but I would be overruled by the stepmonster with the purse strings. So I gave up and went along. No biggy. It was beautiful, incredibly overdone and not really me at all, but beautiful and traditional.
It was amazing to me that the other day, just weeks from getting engaged to a wonderful manfolk that I desperately want to marry, I could be so disillusioned just by walking into a situation like my old one.
I am not terribly good with words and I am at a loss at the moment to explain the impact just walking in had on me. The absolute desire to run away.
Oh and the bride's parents obviously spent a HUGE amount of money on this fancy Dallas social-ite wedding and she pretty much threw it completely off track with a sparkly dress that had her tits hanging out of it. If we had stayed long at the reception I would have taken bets on which song would have made her bounce out of her dress.
Walked into this gaudy catholic church and flashbacks of my first wedding nearly sucked the breath out of me. The whole thing. I was struck absolutely by everything around, it was just too much like my first. I couldn't speak.
Let me tell you a little about my first... I basically just showed up. The ex (he is catholic) picked the church and my stepmonster (she knows we call her that and thinks it is great) picket the rest. I basically got a dress and showed up. I tried to pick some stuff, but I would be overruled by the stepmonster with the purse strings. So I gave up and went along. No biggy. It was beautiful, incredibly overdone and not really me at all, but beautiful and traditional.
It was amazing to me that the other day, just weeks from getting engaged to a wonderful manfolk that I desperately want to marry, I could be so disillusioned just by walking into a situation like my old one.
I am not terribly good with words and I am at a loss at the moment to explain the impact just walking in had on me. The absolute desire to run away.
Oh and the bride's parents obviously spent a HUGE amount of money on this fancy Dallas social-ite wedding and she pretty much threw it completely off track with a sparkly dress that had her tits hanging out of it. If we had stayed long at the reception I would have taken bets on which song would have made her bounce out of her dress.
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