Saturday, August 30, 2014

Once a Month Blogging

     It was the best of times…it was the worst of times.  By that I, of course, mean that it’s the beginning of the school year.  I have a brand spanking new (to me) classroom and brand spanking new kids and brand spanking new pains in my feet.  (P.S.  I have been on the hunt for Skechers Go Walks, and apparently every single person on the planet wears a size 7 and wants the gray ones…)

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     On the bright side, my classroom is clean and bright and has a giant air conditioning unit that I can stand over when it’s 10 million degrees out.  (Ignore the naked bulletin boards…we’ll be filling them shortly.)
    In the middle of all of this, life has been just trip trapping along merrily.  We work.  We come home.  We eat dinner.  We watch our shows (I am so ready for fall TV!). We go to bed.  Aren’t we fun?
     You know what’s not so fun…I have house fever bad.  Keith and I love our cute little apartment, and I love how perfectly my furniture fits.  Buuuuuttttt, I also rather enjoy looking at the real estate listings…not the best idea.  Please someone teach me how to be content.  Also, a word to all of you selling your house: If you plan to give your house away to a family member, please don’t list it and let a bright-eyed young  couple fall in love with it.  While I’ve been over here licking my real estate wounds, the first four weeks of school have come and gone (what?!).  Clearly I still haven’t figured out how to balance real life and blogging.  Oh well…there’s always next year.

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That’s pretty much me when it comes to blogging these days…#ishouldworkonthat

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

About that Burger

     When your husband wants needs a new bow, the best way to say yes is to make a date out of it.  After nine billion hours of research, he found “the one” at Bass Pro Shop, so we headed to Memphis to make a day of it.  Naturally, the most exciting part of his day was playing Robin Hood.  The most exciting part of my day was eating.  Thanks to a tip from Groupon, we headed to The Green Beetle (…although we didn’t actually use the Groupon).

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     I’m a sucker for a cool atmosphere (and I realize how uncool that sounds), and Keith was totally embarrassed by the fact that I was taking pictures in a restaurant. 

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That giant stained glass (that you can’t really see) above the bar shows the restaurant full of big green people beetles.  So cute.

     On to more important things.  I got the Beetle Burger.  Just your traditional burger.  Except it was anything but…

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     So good.  The onion rings (pilfered off of Keith’s Bandito Burger) were so good.  And the giant steak cut fries…so good.  But the bread…oh the bread on that burger.  I am not lying when I say it was some of the best bread I’ve ever had.  Also, I am in no way embarrassed by this ode to bread.  Please go eat a Beetle Burger.  Make sure you go on Burger Tuesday so you can get all this for only $6.

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     So, with all of our important goals met – him: bow, me: lunch, we spent the rest of the afternoon just walking around downtown (people watching).  I’m so glad we got to have a little day date before school starts back, and we’re busy all time! 

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     Did you go on any fun dates this summer?  Did you eat any amazing burgers this summer?  We’re about T minus one week until I’m back to work here, so I’ll be keeping busy for the next little bit and getting my workout in by cleaning out my classroom.  It counts.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Lessons from Year One

     I’ve been married for twelve and a half months now…so I’m basically an expert at all things matrimonial.  In honor of my one year anniversary (half a month late), I’m going to give you the secret to a lasting marriage.  I figure that I learned about 6,823,146,852 things during this year, but for your convenience, I’ll whittle it down to twelve marriage lessons.  You know…so you can tackle one per month.  Buckle up.

1.  The best time to start an important conversation is when you’re both tired.  One of you will fall invariably fall asleep, but then you can just pick it up again the next day.  Bonus:  Your husband will really enjoy the sound of your voice as he’s trying to fall asleep.

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2.  Husbands are good at so many things…arranging throw pillows is not one of them.  It never will be. 

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3.  If the two of you mutually decide that your husband can get a fun new toy (say a boat or a bow), sometimes you’ll want to get something equally big and fancy for yourself, but it’s not necessary.  It’s more fun than you would expect just to watch him be happy.  Marriage is not really about keeping even anyway.

4.  Even if you have no self control, keep candy in the house if he likes it.  Sit on your hands and bite your tongue every time you want to gorge.

5.  Go on walks together.  It’s fun because he’s basically a captive audience.

6.  If you hate working out (or doing anything remotely physical), but he loves it…please understand that he’s not working out to make you look like a fat cow.  It’s perfectly okay to sit on the couch and eat cold pizza while he exercises (he probably doesn’t even care).

7.  Do not ever run out of squeeze Parkay.  Ever.

8.  Please do not make your home look like a girl home.  Your husband will feel uncomfortable.

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9.    Go to TJ Maxx alone most of the time.  You don’t need a voice of reason telling you how you “don’t need another tea towel” or that “we don’t have a place for that furniture” or that “you don’t need one single other Christmas decoration” or that “you are grounded from buying scarves.”

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10.  Never, I repeat NEVER, make a spaghetti squash.

11.  Your husband does not dictate the number of Christmas trees you put up. 

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12.  Please calm down.  In general…about everything. (I’m working on this one.)  Husbo will thank you.  *BONUS*  He will love it if you call him husbo.

     If you can stick to these simple lessons, you will someday be a marriage super star like us.  *While this is the best advice I have ever read, I am not a counselor and cannot be held liable if you do in fact run out of squeeze Parkay.*  Being married is hard…but so fun.  And a year is really long…but so short.  Do fun things.  Love each other.  Make him hold your hand.  Cuddle very close even when he wants to push you off the couch.

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