The Fight

So before I got married I got all sorts of advice... and I honestly enjoyed listening to people tell me what being married was like. I especially enjoyed older people talking about how much you and your marriage change as you grow up together. I think my favorites consisted of the stories of what people would fight over when they were young and newly married. I have not been married long, but I thought maybe I would share one of my own... embarrassing as it may be.

Taylor and I had a long night and ended it with some McDonalds. We were both famished and did not care about anything but getting that food. I... as usual did not want to get too much of the diet destroying food... so I ordered the happy meal... all the while praising myself for my discipline. But before we had even reached home...  I had eaten my entire happy meal and was still hungry. I found myself dismayed that once again... I had not ordered enough food to fill me up.

When we got home... I realized Taylor had not gotten one... but two big burgers. This was perfect! I was starving and Taylor had ordered way more than me. Problem solved... Taylor could just share his food with me. He had left it on the table so maybe I could get a few bites in before he came back for the burgers. So I  commenced in taking a big bite out of his burger and was about to take a second when... there he was... Taylor had appeared... and I had been spotted... burger in hand.

If you have not read any of my posts... I must tell you... Taylor is extremely territorial over his food... and when he is hungry... even more so. Nothing ticks him off more than when I take his food and eat it without asking.

So there I was red handed.. caught with the Grand Lord's feast... but I was too hungry to back down. I dared to snarf another bite and tried to give the innocent look of a starving woman.

Of course this did not work... Taylor was very very angry... it was very late and he was hungry... reason had left both of us. He snatched the burger from my hand and the other one from the table and just glared at me... He began to state his usual recitation of his code of ethics surrounding his food.  It ends with something like this was his food and he bought it so HE could eat it blah blah and if I wanted more I should have bought more. This all seems very logical to him and as usual he is exasperated by my inability to grasp this concept.

I tried to explain to him I was just really hungry... but he remained unmoving and upset. I think he actually put the burgers behind his back at one point.

So in turn.. I began to get upset.. he was being so crazy about that stupid burger... I don't care about the code of honor surrounding a man's food... I am his wife...and I don't have any problems sharing so why should he?

This is where the story gets even more embarrassing. You would think fighting over a burger would take the cake... but no.. there is more to this tale.

I... upon feeling "righteous" indignation... stood up and stormed upstairs... proclaiming that the night was now over... and I was going to bed... secretly expecting Taylor to come upstairs after me. No way was I going downstairs until he came upstairs.

Taylor.. on the other hand.. was still upset over his burger.. mostly because he had decided that my two bites had consumed half the burger... and upon my leaving... he was even more upset that I was mad over something as stupid as the burger... it was his burger and he had claim to it.. so what was the problem? We had been over this enough.. or so he assumed.

So he decided that there was no way he was going upstairs to apologize... I was the one that needed to apologize.. so he stayed downstairs eating his burgers and watching TV.

Fast forward... I woke up the next morning and realized that Taylor was not in bed... I hurried downstairs and saw him sleeping on the couch. Yes.. that is right... in our prideful stubbornness we had both fallen asleep... And yes... the outcome of our stupid burger fight was that we had actually slept in separate beds.

We still can't stop laughing that this actually happened.

We don't feel like gluttons or anything.... not at all. 

For Better or Worse :)

I think what I am going to do is post a blog every Sunday... instead of having a random schedule :)

Well.. It feels as if Spring has come.. Tay and I enjoyed going out to Sioux Falls (yes there are actually falls here) and taking a walk around in the eighty degree weather. Take that Southern California and your week of cold!!

Soo I really love going on walks with Tay. We really enjoy each other's company. We are not the most lovey dovey.. grand gestures of love.. cutsie couple ever.. (I am currently working on this... progress TBA) But I can honestly say we really enjoy being together because of our friendship... and because we really do have a lot in common.

Being friends for awhile before we dated... and then being separated for most of the time we were dating... I guess we never really did the whole... "I am going to pretend I like doing this" thing that usually goes on when your dating. So there is really not a lot of BS about what we like to do (or don't) that suddenly rose to the surface once we got married. I mean Taylor totally loves to go antique shopping with me instead of watching the game... duh.

But anyways... I was thinking of how lucky we are to really enjoy alot of the same things ( I will really try to keep this frame of mind once we hit football season again). We both love to read. I am pretty sure we are both OCD in that we obsess over anything we happen to like. We both need our quiet time. We like the outdoors and being active. We have a similar dry sense of humor.... this makes choosing movies and TV programs fun. It also makes it easy to laugh often together.

I could go on.. but I don't want you to throw up from all this newlywed bliss.

So now we do a 180... As I have said before... I think it is really funny to see Taylor irritated. I don't know why.. I think because it never really seems so genuine? Or the annoying little girl with a mean sense of humor has never left me.
I definitely think it is the former considering.. admittedly.. I was the cause of almost all the spankings my brother (18 months my junior) and I got growing up. He was just too easy. A big sister can really play off a little brother with a temper... And I found no greater joy than finding his buttons and pushing him. Antagonizing him was a full time job. I did it ALL the time... ask my poor family. The beautiful thing was that he always took the bait... and we both ended up with spankings. My mom eventually had to carry a wooden spoon with her. I remember one day thinking: "I have gotten a spanking every single day this week.."

Anyways.. now that you have had a little inside look into my cruel sense of humor... back to my point.

So we have been married for three months now... thus the pet peeves are really starting to develop. As surprising as this may be... I am not the perfect angel that I appear to be...

SIDENOTE: I would just like to preface this with I am trying to get better at not doing things that annoy Taylor... but I just can't help giggle sometimes..

So... I have started a list of some of the things and thought I would share....

1. I leave all the cupboard doors open. I didn't even realize Taylor had noticed.. until my Mom asked him if I had been leaving the doors open... and he burst into a ecstatic "YES!"... He then began to describe his confusion of coming into the kitchen and seeing all the cupboards open... And I quote... " All I could think was.. what on earth was she looking for?"

This convo only started because of him complaining about...

2. Me leaving appliances and lights on... I have no comment and plead the fifth.

3. I chew gum obsessively... as in I chew two pieces at a time, and I have finished a pack by the end of the day. As a fellow OCD person who can eat an entire batch of "No Bake" cookies in one sitting... and has actually THROWN UP.... because he gorged himself with food due to the inability to say no... I think there should be some understanding here.

4. I retype everything. When I am writing anything.. whether it be a paper.. a blogpost.. a email.. a facebook post... I will type.. then erase.. then retype.. over and over until it sounds just right to me. Taylor literally cringes watching me write things.. the worst  for him is when I just erase the whole thing and give up... that drives him batty. It is just that writing my opinion (which is usually when this happens) is therapeutic for me.. but then the more I think about it.. the more I realize no one really cares about my opinion.. or they would have asked... or I figure they just don't deserve my wise and ingenious input. That my friends.. is usually when things get erased.

5. I hold onto *cling to* the shopping cart when we grocery shop.  I can only guess that I do this because when I was little my Mom always made me hold onto the cart. I never noticed that I never stopped doing it? This is probably up there with my finding out in 8th grade that I say "Pack Pack" instead of "backpack" because my Mom thought it was too cute to correct me when I was little. What can I say? Old habits die hard.

SIDENOTE: Taylor even stopped in the middle of the aisle once and stood there to see if I would leave the cart... I didn't.

I probably could go on.... actually I could.. but I won't... until next Sunday!

#Midwest Problems

So Taylor was doing a school paper or something... and asked me if I could create any product what would it be?

Well this is a hard question considering everything has been made... and although I did get the bedhead of the creative genius... I did not exactly get the creative gene.. which I am pretty sure coincides with the patience gene... so as you can imagine this is an extremely difficult question for one as myself.

Thinking about what I hate to do most... I began going down the list... self cleaning dishes? Oh wait thats a dishwasher... lose weight without working out or changing eating habits... oops ya thats drugs... hmmm.

All my brain could come up with is the self cleaning toilet. Brilliant I know.

But after the snowfall and terrible weather... I have come up with an invention. A HEATED ROAD SIGN. All you in California may be puzzled by this contraption... but I believe it is very important. Why?

I will tell you why... because it seems even people who have been born in this artic have a hard time driving in it.. yes this gives me a ton of hope.. I mean the news tells us to stay off the roads due to the accidents that happen due to the snow. Does everyone just stay inside all winter? Don't you guys usually always have snow?

Example: My friend saw one lady just run right into someone's yard and hit a post.. then nonchalantly drive away. Well.. You know what I blame this phenomena on. And no Taylor it is not that a woman was driving. It is lack of direction.

Let me explain:

It was snowing and blowing like no other the other day. The wind was heading what I think is south? (I am a lost little girl scout without the ocean to tell me where west is... and I can't ever see the sun)... anyways.. I too was accompanying Mr. Wind Southbound. I was trying to get home.. but there was a problem. I COULD NOT SEE ANY OF THE ROAD SIGNS. They were covered.. I mean COVERED with snow. I tried to crane my neck and see any sign that could tell me where to turn... but nothing. I had to make a educated guess and just turn on whatever street I felt was the right way. Luckily.. the town is a square and I eventually hit land marks I recognized.... but not without frustration. No person should have to fear getting lost in their own town during snow season.

Be thankful I survived to tell this awfully fascinating story and to complain.

So yes.. without a doubt Midwest... we need heated road signs... maybe then people won't run into people's yards.



P.S. Speaking of cold days and snow. There is nothing like going to get some wings on a cold Sunday with your husband and his friend...

then getting booted to the opposite side of the booth... opposite your hubby and BFF... so they can watch the game.