Danny and I get along great. We really do. Particularly about the major things, money, future kids, goals, values, all of that. However, I have learned that now that I am married, sometimes I just need to let the bitchy out. When you're with the person you're supposed to be with, it's harder to come up with things to let the bitchy out on, especially as Danny has been particularly well-behaved about my pet peeves lately.
So last night, I'm pretty sure I just felt like being annoyed with him and bitching about something, because that's what wives do. So we're getting ready for bed, Danny's brushing his teeth and then I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth too. There I am, toothbrush in hand, ready to run my brush under the sink because obviously I am physically UNABLE to put toothpaste on my toothbrush and brush my teeth without the requisite initial dunk. And there Danny is, hunched over the sink doing his what I like to call "Spit 'n Rinse Remix." This of course is when he bends down over the sink, spits and rinses his toothbrush in an almost rhythmic fashion over and over again.
Now really if you think about it, everyone has their own version of this, so it's a totally excusable thing to do. However, I decided it was completely inexcusable when I was standing there for a full 30 seconds waiting to do my pre-toothpaste dunk. How did I handle it? Naturally nothing is better than passive aggression. So I go, "When we have our first real house, can we please try to have two sinks in our bathroom?" Danny: "Why?" Me: "Because then I wouldn't have to wait for my husband, the sink hog!" Andddd, that's where I abandoned the passive part of passive aggression.
A little tiff ensued because naturally Danny was taken aback by my sudden bitchiness and I completely irrationally defended my comment because I am incredibly stubborn. So Danny and I had a fight about 30 seconds at the bathroom sink. Ah, marital bliss.
Oh and P.S. I realized this morning that I do the very same thing at the sink at the end of brushing my teeth and I told Danny I was sorry and an idiot. Crow is my favorite meal now that I'm married.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Introducing...My Adventures in the Land of Newlywed
Just a few things by way of introduction:
First, Danny and I are by no means cliche newlyweds. (It should be noted however, that I have yet to know any truly cliche newlyweds so they could be a figment of my imagination.) What I mean by that is: 1) we were long distance for 3 of the 4 years we dated before we got engaged; 2) Danny is a med student in rotations and I am working in a tiny (me + 2 other attorneys) trial firm which means that neither of our schedules really falls in line with normal working hours; 3) we've been together so long that we're not often gushy with each other, which is a symptom I have observed of other newlyweds. Of course we love each other and tell each other that but we're not all over each other in public or calling each other constant pet names or completely losing ourselves in the early days of marriage. I sometimes think that's a good thing and other times I'm a little jealous of some of our more affectionate fellow newlyweds. We are ourselves for better or worse and we love each other for it but it also means we challenge each other almost daily. :)
So after that introduction which I assure you is probably the most serious thing I'll ever post, I'll share one of my newlywed adventures.
As a lover of cooking and trying to satisfy my husband's high expectations for Italian food, I was making spaghetti and meatballs, everything from scratch. I studied numerous recipes for sauce and meatballs, combining several to try and incorporate all of the things Danny has told me he likes about "good" spaghetti and meatballs.
So I'm hard at work at the stove, painstakingly nurturing the beginnings of my sauce, tasting and seasoning, browning the meatballs and starting the pasta, feeling like a blonde Giada and I ask Danny to open a can of crushed tomatoes so I don't have to leave the stove.
Disclaimer: Danny is seriously the smartest person I know and I'm not just saying that because he married me. :) However, in the kitchen, especially when I'm mid-recipe, he rushes things and is definitely impatient, which causes him to do things below his intelligence level. This is probably my fault because I expect him to be able to do kitchen tasks I do naturally even though I rarely allow him in the kitchen. I should also note that we have a new can opener, a new fancy one from Williams-Sonoma (thank you wedding gift card) that doesn't work the same way as a traditional one.
So first, as I'm spoon deep in 3 pots/pans, Danny attempts to open the can with the new opener for all of 3 seconds and starts panicking. "This opener sucks, it doesn't work, blah blah blah." So I reluctantly leave my pots and show him how to get started with the new opener, then go back to my sauce. This opener is great because it creates a rounded edge around the can and the lid so you can't get cut. However, it doesn't look like a normal opened can and you kind of have to feel for the lid to take it off. And here comes panic #2: "It didn't work, there's no lid, I can't get it off, blah blah blah." This panic though also involves spastic pulling and wiggling of the can which of course results in the lid flying off, causing the lid and the tomatoes stuck to it to splat against the fridge and slide down leaving a tomatoey path in its wake. Awesome. Silver lining: my policy of Danny not cooking was TOTALLY validated. Double silver lining: I got the Danny stamp of approval on the spaghetti. :) Worth the clean up!
First, Danny and I are by no means cliche newlyweds. (It should be noted however, that I have yet to know any truly cliche newlyweds so they could be a figment of my imagination.) What I mean by that is: 1) we were long distance for 3 of the 4 years we dated before we got engaged; 2) Danny is a med student in rotations and I am working in a tiny (me + 2 other attorneys) trial firm which means that neither of our schedules really falls in line with normal working hours; 3) we've been together so long that we're not often gushy with each other, which is a symptom I have observed of other newlyweds. Of course we love each other and tell each other that but we're not all over each other in public or calling each other constant pet names or completely losing ourselves in the early days of marriage. I sometimes think that's a good thing and other times I'm a little jealous of some of our more affectionate fellow newlyweds. We are ourselves for better or worse and we love each other for it but it also means we challenge each other almost daily. :)
So after that introduction which I assure you is probably the most serious thing I'll ever post, I'll share one of my newlywed adventures.
As a lover of cooking and trying to satisfy my husband's high expectations for Italian food, I was making spaghetti and meatballs, everything from scratch. I studied numerous recipes for sauce and meatballs, combining several to try and incorporate all of the things Danny has told me he likes about "good" spaghetti and meatballs.
So I'm hard at work at the stove, painstakingly nurturing the beginnings of my sauce, tasting and seasoning, browning the meatballs and starting the pasta, feeling like a blonde Giada and I ask Danny to open a can of crushed tomatoes so I don't have to leave the stove.
Disclaimer: Danny is seriously the smartest person I know and I'm not just saying that because he married me. :) However, in the kitchen, especially when I'm mid-recipe, he rushes things and is definitely impatient, which causes him to do things below his intelligence level. This is probably my fault because I expect him to be able to do kitchen tasks I do naturally even though I rarely allow him in the kitchen. I should also note that we have a new can opener, a new fancy one from Williams-Sonoma (thank you wedding gift card) that doesn't work the same way as a traditional one.
So first, as I'm spoon deep in 3 pots/pans, Danny attempts to open the can with the new opener for all of 3 seconds and starts panicking. "This opener sucks, it doesn't work, blah blah blah." So I reluctantly leave my pots and show him how to get started with the new opener, then go back to my sauce. This opener is great because it creates a rounded edge around the can and the lid so you can't get cut. However, it doesn't look like a normal opened can and you kind of have to feel for the lid to take it off. And here comes panic #2: "It didn't work, there's no lid, I can't get it off, blah blah blah." This panic though also involves spastic pulling and wiggling of the can which of course results in the lid flying off, causing the lid and the tomatoes stuck to it to splat against the fridge and slide down leaving a tomatoey path in its wake. Awesome. Silver lining: my policy of Danny not cooking was TOTALLY validated. Double silver lining: I got the Danny stamp of approval on the spaghetti. :) Worth the clean up!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Things you love
Lately I'm noticing how silly little things that I love, like books or movies or pictures, become new to me again in some little detail every time I see/read/hear them. I guess it's the same with people too. I mean the reason the cliche "falling more in love each day" exists is because when you're in love with someone, you're constantly discovering new things to love about them every day, so it makes sense that teeny bit by teeny bit you love them more because you know there is more to love. So it is with anything that touches you, even movies or songs, just in a much smaller and more shallow way. Here are some examples with a few of my favorite little things:
- I have this picture of Danny and I on a beach in Ireland. It's a picture I've looked at a thousand times, but it is such a beautiful photo because the light is behind us and our faces and bodies are kind of dark, but not dark enough that you can't see how happy we look. Our hair is all wind blown and we have big smiles on our faces. But I think my new favorite part is the way our heads are tilting toward each other, letting just a little bit of sunshine in between us.
- I'm a huge Sex and the City fan and I watch the DVDs all the time, just at random. I was just watching the "I love NY" episode when Big is leaving for Napa and I was noticing all the discussion and reference to the end of summer and the beginning of fall in the episode, from actual dialogue, to the bright autumn red color of Brady's hair when he's born to the coat Carrie wears in golds and oranges and reds. This episode was their subtle homage to 9/11 and it's so interesting to think of that time immediately following that significant day as a new season, a little darker and a little colder.
- "Till Kingdom Come" by Coldplay is one of my very favorite songs. It's always been the chorus that I've loved so much, but it came on the other day on my iPod and it was the first lyrics that made me think a little more. "Steal my heart/and hold my tongue/I feel my time/my time has come." It's those moments when someone takes away your ability to say anything. It doesn't happen for me very often, I'm a talker, but Danny does it to me sometimes. It feels so important to be in a moment that you don't want to break with saying something. It's wonderful.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Happy and Sad
Ok, happy first. What a fabulous weekend. The wedding was incredible, the time with Danny was amazing and it was over before I knew it. The sad, of course, is that Danny had to go back to D.C. I hate saying goodbye to him more than anything else I have to do. He leaves and I'm in a noticeable funk for awhile afterward, depending on when I'm going to see him next. Since I know I'm going to see him right after Labor Day, hopefully I can get myself together more quickly this time. After our summer together, it's even harder for me without him though. My life just makes more sense with him in it every day, in person.
Ok, back to the happy, so the wedding was amazing for lots of reasons but mostly because it was designed to just be a lot of fun. The band played for 4 hours and it was almost a contest among the guests to see who could stay out on the dance floor the longest. (I didn't win, damn shoes.) It was also one of those weddings where the bride and groom are so happy that it is impossible to not want to celebrate around them. They were glowing. I can't say enough good things about it honestly.
On another happy, though much more shallow note, Danny and I saw Pineapple Express yesterday. It was very very funny and I have to give props to James Franco. Oh. My. God. The fact that he is the same guy who played Harry in Spiderman, who is kind of a d-bag, boggles my mind. He was so hilarious and convincing as the dirty hippie pot dealer and I kind of want him to be my friend.
To end on the most shallow note, since I'm kind of progressing that way, the HILLS premieres tonight and I can't f-ing wait. I don't care that it's fake or staged or whatever, it's going to be FABULOUS!!!! I'm sure I'll be writing more about that soon. It's the perfect thing to keep my mind off of interviews :)
Ok, back to the happy, so the wedding was amazing for lots of reasons but mostly because it was designed to just be a lot of fun. The band played for 4 hours and it was almost a contest among the guests to see who could stay out on the dance floor the longest. (I didn't win, damn shoes.) It was also one of those weddings where the bride and groom are so happy that it is impossible to not want to celebrate around them. They were glowing. I can't say enough good things about it honestly.
On another happy, though much more shallow note, Danny and I saw Pineapple Express yesterday. It was very very funny and I have to give props to James Franco. Oh. My. God. The fact that he is the same guy who played Harry in Spiderman, who is kind of a d-bag, boggles my mind. He was so hilarious and convincing as the dirty hippie pot dealer and I kind of want him to be my friend.
To end on the most shallow note, since I'm kind of progressing that way, the HILLS premieres tonight and I can't f-ing wait. I don't care that it's fake or staged or whatever, it's going to be FABULOUS!!!! I'm sure I'll be writing more about that soon. It's the perfect thing to keep my mind off of interviews :)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Little Gratitudes
I really feel like writing about some things I feel blessed to have in my life. Today I am grateful specifically for the following:
1) My mommy and daddy...they're amazing.
2) Fluffy comforters, they're fabulous therapy.
3) The ability to sing alone in my apartment to a George Michael classic, "Faith," of course
4) Sparkly pink nail polish
5) Hearing my boyfriend so excited about what he's doing now
6) Kind strangers
7) Ashtanga yoga, there's a satisfaction in knowing what comes next
8) My brand new Obama T, YES WE CAN.
9) Missing my friends...it's weird that I'm grateful for that, I guess I'm just glad to have such wonderful people in my life that I miss them every day.
10) The fact that my boyfriend and I have been together for 3 years. It's been remarkable.
So that's it. Just some things that make me feel fortunate that I had to put out into the universe. I'm a lucky girl.
1) My mommy and daddy...they're amazing.
2) Fluffy comforters, they're fabulous therapy.
3) The ability to sing alone in my apartment to a George Michael classic, "Faith," of course
4) Sparkly pink nail polish
5) Hearing my boyfriend so excited about what he's doing now
6) Kind strangers
7) Ashtanga yoga, there's a satisfaction in knowing what comes next
8) My brand new Obama T, YES WE CAN.
9) Missing my friends...it's weird that I'm grateful for that, I guess I'm just glad to have such wonderful people in my life that I miss them every day.
10) The fact that my boyfriend and I have been together for 3 years. It's been remarkable.
So that's it. Just some things that make me feel fortunate that I had to put out into the universe. I'm a lucky girl.
Wedding Weekend
This weekend is exciting because our good friends (my boyfriend's and mine) are getting married! They have been together forever and are clearly very excited to finally be tying the knot. I LOVE a good wedding and the fact that tons of our friends will be there makes this wedding even more anticipated! I really do love everything about weddings. I love the romance, the dresses, the flowers, the CAKE, the open bar, the dancing, the tuxes, everything.
Of course, much to my boyfriend's dismay, weddings also make me imagine everything I want at my own. It is my very serious goal to not, in any way, no matter how many cocktails in I am, ask when my time will come. I refuse to give in to the high of fondant and white satin. Or, if I do, I'll keep it to myself and focus on the best way to dance to an Earth, Wind & Fire cover. (There isn't one, I missed disco by a decade.)
The other thing at this wedding I'm super pumped about is dancing with my man. He is a great dancer, it's amazing! He actually leads and knows how to twirl me around and it is so much fun I worry if my dancing skills are inferior to his. They might be. Luckily, he's good enough at being the man, I don't have to worry about it! Bonus!
This weekend is exactly what I need to rejuvenate myself for the next round of interviews to come next week and seeing my boyfriend always helps me in times like these to keep my eye on the prize, namely being with him in our nation's capital, I'm so stoked! :)
Of course, much to my boyfriend's dismay, weddings also make me imagine everything I want at my own. It is my very serious goal to not, in any way, no matter how many cocktails in I am, ask when my time will come. I refuse to give in to the high of fondant and white satin. Or, if I do, I'll keep it to myself and focus on the best way to dance to an Earth, Wind & Fire cover. (There isn't one, I missed disco by a decade.)
The other thing at this wedding I'm super pumped about is dancing with my man. He is a great dancer, it's amazing! He actually leads and knows how to twirl me around and it is so much fun I worry if my dancing skills are inferior to his. They might be. Luckily, he's good enough at being the man, I don't have to worry about it! Bonus!
This weekend is exactly what I need to rejuvenate myself for the next round of interviews to come next week and seeing my boyfriend always helps me in times like these to keep my eye on the prize, namely being with him in our nation's capital, I'm so stoked! :)
Monday, August 11, 2008
Just like riding a bike...
So I just started on-campus interviews...again. As I am now moving to D.C. next year to be with my own personal Dr. McDreamy, I have to do the rare but oh-so-exciting 3L job search. It's funny, this morning getting prepped for my interview just felt like going through the motions even though I haven't done the whole she-bang in a year. I was completely calm up until the 5 minutes before and then the nausea came back. I definitely did not miss that part of OCI. Fortunately, my first interviewer was incredibly easy to talk to and I felt comfortable right at the point where I had to give my first answer.
Something that's not just like riding a bike is working out again for the first time in a couple months. Ouch. I'm definitely a little rusty on the old cardio, thank god I'm back on school schedule and will be able to go to the gym at empty times like mid-afternoon. Oh yeah, I suffer from gym shame. I hate hate HATE when people I know see me working out, especially when I'm a smidge out of shape, as I was today. Unfortunately for me, everyone at my school belongs to my gym because we get a sweet deal, so I have to be extra shady, even going into the little gym to hide from people I know. Ugh. Hopefully in a month or so I'll be back to my old self at the gym and not be so nervous to see people.
I'm doing yoga tomorrow...is downward dog like riding a bike? My hamstrings hope so.
Something that's not just like riding a bike is working out again for the first time in a couple months. Ouch. I'm definitely a little rusty on the old cardio, thank god I'm back on school schedule and will be able to go to the gym at empty times like mid-afternoon. Oh yeah, I suffer from gym shame. I hate hate HATE when people I know see me working out, especially when I'm a smidge out of shape, as I was today. Unfortunately for me, everyone at my school belongs to my gym because we get a sweet deal, so I have to be extra shady, even going into the little gym to hide from people I know. Ugh. Hopefully in a month or so I'll be back to my old self at the gym and not be so nervous to see people.
I'm doing yoga tomorrow...is downward dog like riding a bike? My hamstrings hope so.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
