May 24, 2013

His Man Card

It’s no secret that I take pride in my feet. My toes specifically. I like open toed shoes, being barefoot and in general exposing the darn things so I’m going to make sure they don’t resemble a Ballerina dancer’s bruised mess if I can help it. This habit / preference also means I tend to notice other people’s feet.

(Why yes I am weird and no I don’t have a strange fetish.)

I notice if y’all have your nails done, if your feet looked banged up, if your heels more resemble a cat scratch pad verses human skin, and most especially if they are knobby or slim, rounded or skeletal. I just notice feet. I’m also a snob about feet. I will {so ashamed} judge you on your feet. No you don’t have painted nails but a lack of sandpaper, cleanly cut nails that DON’T extend past the end of your toes (in all seriousness, how do you wear your shoes like that??), and of course just a general well taken care of look to them than I figure if you take care of those babies you clearly take care of yourself in other ways.

My poor darling hubby lives with a foot snob, which means that sometimes I beg him to go get a pedicure. My manly man of a husband, the guy who works with tools and welds and saws and fork lifts all day long is sometimes yes ushered into a nail salon. Why? Well because he does not understand the purpose of nail clippers when his knife works perfectly well. Which would be great if we were surviving in the woods – clearly he’s the man with the plan! In suburbia though, oh poor sweet darling hubby I need you to embrace technology. Or let me pay someone else to do it for you.

I’m sure many men would snap away his “man” card if they caught him there, but I make sure we only go for him like 2x a year and then its on the absolutely least populated time at the least likely to meet others we know salon to save this vital card for him. I am pretty sure he grumbles the entire time I whine about this, but really I want to make sure I can snuggle up at night (and warm my own feet) without fearing his feet will scratch me or make me cringe.

What is something you do to your S.O. that might take away their “card?”

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Weekend Adventures

Well its Monday now (booo) but given how wonderful of a weekend we had, I won’t complain.

My paternal grandmother was able to come to town and see our house, which has been great.  Since Alex works Saturdays my grandmother and I went to Ikea. (That is one dangerous, but fun store) I walked in with the intention to only purchase a small cutting board and kill some time on a very blistery day, and walked out with a hearts ice-cube tray, hall way rug, and cutting boards. Still, only a whopping $22 spent. The best part of the trip though, MEATBALLS!

Have you had those things? Oh my gosh your taste buds will thank you.

Your waistline will not. [Read more...]

Action packed weekends

Holy cow this weekend went by way to fast. I don’t know about you, but typically on a weekend I try to get several chores around the house done and then relax.This weekend I managed to grocery shop and do dishes. Forget dusting, vacuuming, mopping, etc. . . oh no. I spent my time playing with photos, reading books, and then dress shopping with L. Action packed weekendsWhich, I have been a bride . . . I get that bridesmaid dresses are supposed to not outshine the bride, but some of the ones we saw were terrifying. Like this pretty little number. (And if this was your bridesmaid dress choice, um, I’m sorry? But the ruffles, the cut, the bow, all of it on a single hideous dress. Why would you choose this?)Luckily I have a very reasonable bride on my hands who is understanding of the fate of a bridesmaid and does not want us to be saddled with a dress like the above in our closets. Oh no, she’s thinking more along the lines of a clean, simple, and elegant dress. Too bad she’s got the less than elegant me as her matron of honor. (Please ignore the face I’m making in this photo, her fiancé wanted to see pictures of the dresses. So I agreed to pose…ridiculously.) Action packed weekendsAfter all this wedding hilarity L went home to her man while I went home to mine. Or so I thought. Unfortunately I came home to find that yet again the Chores Wars are on! Since I was told that several household projects (painting, mopping, cat box cleaning, etc) were getting done while I was out, and out of the way. I came home to find that hubby’s definition of “doing chores” loosely translates to jumping up at the first chance to get out of the house and help someone else play with their jeep. Clearly he has issued a challenge. Now I just have to come up my version of revenge. Perhaps I could starch his undershirts? (of course this would require me to do laundry…something I do not do. Dagnabit!)Clearly revenge is something I’ll have to work on. After Alex finally showed up home from his Jeep “emergency” we were able to prepare a delicious Italian herb-crusted pork chop and artichoke dinner. Very yummy! We also were able to talk about some issues that have been plaguing us here lately. It was nice to be able to calmly chat about our fears and wants for the future. Including talks about how we want to handle some major house plans. (Hello new flooring!) Plus we were able to review some previous big talks and realized that our previous goal of better communication has really happened for us. Which was very exciting. There is always something rewarding about setting a goal, achieving it, and then looking back to see how it wasn’t nearly as hard as you both thought it would be!How about your weekend? Was it a good one?

Marriage 101

Marriage lessons 101 have evidently sky-rocketed between my friend and I. My friend whom we shall call G. G married her hubby on 9-5-10, so it’s been a mere few months since they joined together in holy matrimony. And in that time, I’d say G has spoken to me maybe twice about questions regarding marriage. All in all, she’s doing amazing at understanding her, her man, and the changes that marriage really does wrought to your relationship (even if it is just a piece of paper).Having said that, this last discussion cracked me up. (Mind you these are all g-talk discussions because she’s in a different state than I am)G:  so another marriage question for you….do you ever have an issue with Alex just wanting to be handsy physically instead of caressing intimately? Have you had that problem before? [You know] sometimes I’m the super sexy time and others I’m the typical woman. [And he always does the handsy stuff when I’m trying to fall asleep.]Me: uh huh ok followingG: and I’m trying to get A to understand. Me: hmm I don’t know that you can get a guy to really understand because they aren’t wired that way. I mean, ok it’s like that song by Brad Paisley says we say a back rub and only a back rub doesn’t mean they aren’t going to try for more because they just can’t help itG: yeaMe: it’s not them being jerks it’s how they are hard-wired. See Alex always wants to get sexy-touchy-feely and it’s usually as I’m cooking dinner and then when I actually WANT him to he says “well you never respond when I do touch”… well dingbat, how about not touching when I’m obviously preoccupied or in your case, falling asleepG: lol yea…or he says “you like it. So why are you complaining?”Me: yup. See – it’s not just you. Its menG: oh the wonderful journey of being marriedMe: ain’t that the truth!See, I think one of the first lessons you must hard-wire you brain to accept is that men…have no sense of timing. If they get it right, you either got 1. A very rare specimen of male who actually understands the fine art of timing or 2. He got lucky. And typically, it’s #2. Now, gentleman please do NOT hop all over my case as I’m about to plead your point right here.Ladies – having acknowledged that your man may perhaps be hard-wired to just not quite “get” what you want. You’ll have to take the bull by the horns on this one. Trust me, if you rub his shoulders randomly, or hug him just to say “I love you” and then PRAISE him when he does the same to you they get it. Men aren’t stupid, they are just not as well-versed in the social nuances women are, and as such they need a direction in which to walk. Once we point it out, they are more than happy to walk down the path TO A POINT. That is the other thing ladies, men are men. As such, accept them for who they are. They love us with all of our make-up and bathroom gear, our need to “just talk,” and the desire to deepen our emotional connection. Men don’t function that way. It’s why we aren’t all bored to tears. The differences make us more attractive to one another.Oh and the last thing, and this applies to men AND women . . . don’t stop trying just because you went and “put a ring on it.”I’m guilty of that last one – there are days when I don’t think about it because hey he married me right? Well yea, but let’s shut that bathroom door so to speak. Leave a little mystery in your lives. Alex may see me when I first wake up and when I’m about to (or already have as time has proven) crashed, but that doesn’t mean I want him to see me get my toes painted. All that man needs to know is I think pretty toes = pretty me. So he only ever gets to see pretty toes!What about you? Do you have your own version of pretty toes? Married, dating, newlywed vs. goldywed (that’s married for an extended time and not newlywed case ya missed it), doesn’t matter. I’m sure you got ‘em….so share ‘em!