The Laundry Affair

So last week I realized it was time to take care of some serious cleaning... this included a massive amount of laundry.

Taylor is pretty good at washing his clothes. He has practice or workouts pretty much everyday... so due to his limited number of workout/football attire... combined with his high propensity towards sweating... he is constantly needing to wash his clothes... but recently.. between his everyday clothes and workout clothes.... things had really begun to stack up.

I... on the other hand... typically wait until I have nothing to wear before I do laundry... and let's just say I had definitely reached this point.

So anyways... in my cleaning frenzy... I spent over three hours cleaning the whole house (contrary to popular belief I can be kinda OCD when I clean... sometimes), organizing my closet... and starting on the obscene amount of laundry that had accumulated between Taylor and I. Notice that I said I had started... I did get a few loads done, but I had to go to work and was exhausted from cleaning all day... so I did what should come as no surprise to anyone that knows me... I left it.

And to my shame.... I left it for a week.

Well I should have known better because I am married to a man who sees something that needs to be done... and does it. The following is the story of our very different thoughts and methods concerning the laundry in our basement:

Let's start off with Shelbi's thought stream while in the basement... before she left the clothing unattended:

"Oh my goodness there is an awful lots of clothes to wash, dry, and fold. But at least they are all sorted and put into their respective color piles. Man we have alot of darks... definitely need to go shopping for some spring clothes. Hmm... half of these shirts and dresses definitely need to do the delicate cycle and then I will air dry them. Mom says air drying makes the clothes last longer.. I don't have the time for that and it makes them so stiff... but the dryer would really not do well with this shirt... Maybe I should consider investing in sending some of them to the dry cleaner. Do you wash colors on hot or cold? I can never remember what temps go with what colors.. I really should just write it down and tape it to the washer.. Hmm.. well I will just keep all of the clothes in the piles and deal with it later......." 

Well ladies and gentlemen... they were not dealt with later. Sooooo.. my hubby decided he would surprise me before I got home from work..... and wash all the clothes... God bless him.

I was very excited when he proudly told me that he had cleaned the kitchen, picked up the living room, and taken care of the laundry. I am such a lucky lady. He said all his clothes were folded and put away and that he had left my basket(s) of clothes in my room/closet.

So I happily went upstairs to fold my clothes. As I began to sift through my baskets... It dawned on me what Taylor doing all the laundry truly meant....

All my delcates had been washed... not on delicate. Also, my whites were no longer white, but had a dingy dark hue added to them. ALL my light clothes were missing that "bright" quality. I also found that some things I owned had accidently got mixed in with the regular laundry... this included one of my favorite WHITE LACE dresses.... RIP.

Due to my lack of completing one of the basic wifely duties, Taylor had in fact used college man survival methods. He had combined all the darks and lights and washed them together. I figure his train of thought went something like this:

Taylor's thought stream while in basement:

"Oh my goodness there are clothes EVERYWHERE. It looks like a bomb went off in here. Why are they all spread out? I should just get this done... Shelbs will appreciate the help. Here.. I will just gather them like this... put them in one massive pile... and throw them in... take me like four loads tops.. there... that's not so bad..." 

 I can't lie.. had to stifle a cry when I saw a few of my items.. but I cannot complain.. I have a man that loves me despite my housekeeping inadequacies. How could I be upset when he was doing what he always does... trying to help me?

 With that said... Let's just say that Taylor is currently freed from any responsibility ever concerning the washing and drying of any type of non athletic clothing.. and he does not mind :)

PS... We spent Easter in my Father's hometown of Gary, Minnesota, visiting my Aunt, Uncle, and friends. We had a blast with everyone! Here are some pics: 

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.

Oh Valentines Day...

Sorry It has been so long. Life got busy. Got a job. Found a church etc etc.. :)

So it has been a week since Valentines day, and I have been thinking. Why do men hate Valentines Day? In my book.. for any man in a relationship... especially long term.. V-day is a gift from God.

Why do you ask? Well I will tell you.

It seems that most men struggle with romance... or rather a woman's view of romance. I am constantly reading things how women need to adapt to how men think and love yadda yadda blah blah.. ok I get it. Women have unrealistic movie inspired views often of what their daily life concerning romance should look like. I understand learning how your man loves... but it does not mean the desire just goes away.

I like pretty things. I LOVE getting flowers. I like to be doted on. I pretty much love to be loved on. I don't think any woman.. no matter how practical she is.. can say she does not like when her man pays special attention to her in the form of gifts, notes, so on and so forth..

Now Taylor as I have said before.. is very loving. In his very own manly ways. And I appreciate this. I did not marry a woman, and if he did have the emotions that I pretend I wished he had... I would probably go nuts. TRUST ME... I have enough emotions for the two of us combined.

But still.. I fully support the expectations that come with Valentines day. You see Valentines day for me is easy.. I know what Taylor likes. I know how to make him feel special and loved and happy. In fact, in general I know how to do that. Not that hard. And this is what makes Valentines Day sooo wonderful.

It is ALL laid out for men. Plain and simple.. just how they like it. Yes there are expectations from the woman.. the expectation to be shown that she is loved. And maybe every day of the year a man struggles with this.. a womans definition of love. But on VDay... every producer of commercial goods is standing waving a flag showing men some very generic and easy steps to romance.

This is why I feel like a man's brain should appreciate about the day of love:

a- Walk into any grocery store and there are beautiful flowers waiting for you.
b- There is candy and teddy bears in almost every store you go into.. I mean take your pick.
c- There is a WHOLE section of Valentines day cards.. they even split them up by relationship status. Example: "Wife" "Girlfriend""Funny Wife" etc
d- There are so many commercials about gifts on TV.. and I know these commercials come on in between sports shows.
e- These commercials if anything can be a reminder to maybe make a reservation for some good food... and I know there should be no protest against that.

I mean how much easier could it get. EVERYWHERE one goes is a reminder that love day is coming. A man does not even have to think or stress about it. It is like God is giving all men a free pass for one day to prove to women that they too can adapt to the needs of their significant other.

And no I don't care about all this "commercialization" of love baloney... especially women who say this. Shush please. You guys read WAY too deep into everything. Seriously.. lighten up.  Leave me alone with my flowers, cards, and food. I don't care how generic it is.. I don't care if greeting cards make a billion dollars off VDay. My man read that card and thought it displayed his feelings pretty well.. and I did not even have to pull ir out of him... and I like flowers... so let me bask in the cheesiness and awesomeness that is the day of love.

Taylors response to all this: "It is still a pointless day."

I just feel like Blabbing about the Hubster

I must warn you... I am not feeling too inspired right now. I had a great workout, yummy food, and now am in this euphoric food coma/leftover excercise endorphins trance that I can't seem to shake.

Anyways, as I come upon Valentines day and almost my 2 months of being married ( I know I am practically a pro) I decided towrite about some of the interesting differneces I have noticed between Taylor and I. Some, are just because it seems that males and females are different (who would have thought). Some are purely Shelbi and Taylor idiosecrecies.

-Taylor has to fall asleep with a. the fan on and b. something playing on the tv. Now I get the fan thing, his inherited tendency to overheat requires the constant stream of air. Lucikily I have a comforter AND a down comforter on my bed so that I can bury myself in their warmth while being accosted by the cold air.

The tv thing I am not entirely used to. In college, I would keep the tv on because.. well frankly.. I lived in the bottom floor room.. by myself... and I was never one who liked being alone in the dark. Sooo I would place the channel on ESPN (it is boring and there was no chance of a scary commercial being on that I would wake up too) and try to fall asleep. Ok.. yess... I am wimpy. Anyways, this worked for awhile until I had to stop due to unforseen circumstances.Why you ask? Because when the basketball dudes would run down the court.... I would wake up in a panic. I guess I sensed/somehow saw the movement and always thought someone was in the room. I have Taylor now so I have no need for the TV. In fact, I may be a little bitter.

-Taylor likes things nice. He definitely appreciates when I make our home nice to live in.. or when I show him nice things to wear.. but there are still instances that make me laugh.

Example: Taylor had labeled his binders with duct tape. Like he took duct tape.. put it on the binder.. then wrote the subject on them. I could not stand how this look so I secretly took colorful sheets of paper.. labled them.. took the duct tape off.. and secured the clean looking papers onto the binders. Well the other day I got a peek at Taylors binders. He had DUCT TAPED the pretty paper down.

I throw in the towel.

Although I must say I am not completely guilt free with the duct tape. I like my grandma try to make due with what I have and I have more than once tried to block the sun by duct taping a blanket over the windows.

It was just until we get our blinds haha

-Sentimental. I am sentimental. Taylor not so much... or well not in the ways that I deem so. After forcibly telling Taylor I want a love note I will get something like this: I love you. The end. I could write notes ten pages long detailing how I feel about Taylor. I would love to write love notes and leave them everywhere. But you know what... Tay would be exasperated by ten pages when he could sum it up for me in three words. I love you. And I don't think he would really notice my notes unless they are put directly in his field of vision.

Example: A friend posted on facebook about how she loves looking down at the two rings on her finger. I completely get this feeling of awe at being married. I love when my ring sparkles too :) It was also stated that her husband feels the same way and that he never wants to take his ring off. I think this is very cute and sweet. But it also made me laugh when I though of Taylor... because of this:

After reading these posts I lovingly look over at Taylor and ask "Do you ever look down at your ring and just smile? " I get  a look something like this:

I don't even know why I asked. I have found Tay's ring by the shower and on the dresser... there is no awe or amazement over a ring... maybe over a scoreboard...

As a person who cries when someone on TV or in a commercial achieves their dream... or over the fact that I will never get to be a princess (I don't want to talk about that).. I sometimes dont understand not thinking and feeling constantly. I mean I could whip up an emotional tale for you right now if you want. Taylor says sometimes he literally does not even think. NOT AT ALL. Say what? I mean I even remember most of my dreams my brain is so obsessive. How can anyones mind go completely blank?

Anyways.. once in awhile he will come voluntarily to cuddle with no expectations.. or I will get a random squeeze or random hug me.. and I cherish these moments. Because it is in these moments that I know he has had the surge of emotion I experience on a continual basis.

But in place of the emotional wordy love I do get this...

If I ever ask Taylor for help he drops what he is doing and helps me..
If I feel sad and I am homesick..  I get held until I feel better..
We have the same sense of dry humor so he can always make me laugh..
He knows I hate doing dishes so he does them for me..

I know for a fact Taylor loves and cares for me so much that he would do anything for me.. He gave up a whole summer for me.. It still makes me cry to think he loved me so much that it did not matter that he had to work a job he hated or that he would have to leave his friends or would still have to pay rent in Sioux Falls while in California.. or that he would lose his starting position in football.. He came home last summer so that he could propose to me and give me the courtesy of having time with him that was not long distance.. Anyone who knows how much Taylor loves football and how hard he works at it, would understand what a great act of love this was.. I will forever be amazed by his selflessness nature and ability to love without thought of praise. Yet, if I get mushy with Tay over this.. he shrugs and says "I know what I want."

Sorry Tangent.. I really could go on.. I was not lying about those ten pages of love haha

Anyways... He never expects me to do anything or demands anything from me..
He hates the same AWFUL marriage books I do that push the woman having no personality or opinion..
He always supports and encourages me..
Notice all the me in these sentences.. I may be spoiled ;)

I get a quiet and steady constant love.

Well I told you I was not feeling too inspired or witty... so this is all I got :)

Sports Ramblings

So I read up on something called a "football (sports) widow". Now I will preface this with the fact that Taylor is very loving and attentive, but it has become something of a joke talking about his love... err obsession with sports.

I was an athlete. I like to compete. Actually, I am fiercely competitive... probably to a fault. But I do not understand watching sports networks all the time. I have tried, but it gets boring so fast. Sometimes I feel like watching football is like watching 4 hours of paint dry. And Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.. really? AND THEN the in between sports shows and commentaries?  Trust me.. I do not really care what high school this player went to... or anything else...

Although, I must say.. I do not mind some of the documentaries talking about the things players overcame to become great. I like that kind of stuff. It is inspirational. It is not dry. What can I say... I have a Blindside shaped soft spot in my heart.

Lately.. one thing I REALLY do not understand... is why in this world... does Superbowl coverage start a week before the superbowl. Seriously... it does.

Case in point: Taylor watches this one show and instead of being indoors for the show.... they were out in the cold. I asked Taylor why they were outside... My misunderstanding came from the fact that there were no games for a week. Taylor informed me that they were where the superbowl would be held.. like outside of the stadium... and they were doing pre-game coverage... A WEEK IN ADVANCE.

Personally... I watch the Superbowl for the commercials... and sometimes I get into the game.. sometimes... well usually if there is a bet going.. like I said.. I am all about winning and anything that gives me the chance to be superior to another.. I am there. Oh and I enjoy things like this:

Goodness. Anyways back to the football widow stuff. I thought I would share some examples of widowhood:

Example (A)- Last year I spent an entire Christmas break watching Bowl games. (And a whole day watching ALL the Lord of the Rings: Extended Versions... but due to my ability to sleep at any moment that was tolerable for a day).  Anyways.. yes you read that right... we watched.. I think.. every bowl game that holiday season.. which means we may have watched... like 35 games in that short period.

Sidenote: I must say this year...  Happy day for me.. Because this year we had wedding and honeymoon during bowl season... and no TV in our hotel room. Score 1 for Shelbi.

Example (B)- As soon as we moved into our new house.. Taylor was stoked because he could keep the hideous green bay packer BEAN BAG... in my pretty living room. Just because there was room.

 Example (B)- Sometimes when we are sitting on the couch Taylor gives me side kisses. Like he moves only his lips to the side to kiss me. Funny right? That is what I thought. I would tease him about these side kisses. Wondering... why do you kiss like that sometimes?

Well folks.. the joke is on me. 

One day we were laying on the couch, and I went in for a kiss. Lo and behold.. I get a side kiss.

That is when I realized what really had been going down.

TAYLOR SIDE KISSES SO THAT HE CAN STILL SEE THE TV.... and yet still appease me.

I immediately called him out on it. "O my gosh.. you side kiss so you can watch sports and deal with me at the same time!" Response: A roar of laughter. I do not even know if he really realized he was giving me kisses.

I should be upset... but I have to admit.. I joined in that laughter. Besides.. I am not the one scrunching my face to do the stupid side kiss.

Example (C)- Now that I have caught Taylor on this side kiss stuff... If I want a kiss.. I go all for it.

On this occasion, I had not been feeling well all day due to the side effects of some medicine I was taking.

(Sidenote: I think all drugs should give you a happy feeling. They cost enough so why not throw some happy making ingredients in there.... side affects should not exist... or rather be covered.. with modern medicine.)

Anyways, I was in my sleepy... needy.. you should cuddle me all the time xoxo pathetic not feeling well mode. Taylor was watching... yes.. you guessed it.. his usual sports shows. And what did he say when I blocked his view of the tv by my neediness......

Taylor: "No no... you will get me sick."

Uhhh last time I checked side affects are not contagious

Me: "It is just my medicine babe... I told you that..."

Taylor: (Without taking eyes from TV and peering around me) "Ya... but you don't know that.. you could be getting sick... and then I could get sick... we just don't know."

Me: "Yes... and this also could be morning sickness and I could be pregnant."

(Noo... I am not prego.. nor planning to be.. I just threw it out there cause it was the first thing that came to my mind. Hold off on the judgement... we all think without speaking)

Now... you may judge:

Taylor: (Without batting a eye)- " oh well... I don't want to catch being... um... pregnant"

And as soon as he said it... he realized what he said and just looked at me with a big smile...

....then the laughter started again.

Yes... He actually said this... His sports induced coma still amazes me.

 Man Translation of the above-- Please please leave me alone to watch my sports programs

Let me just say...even though during football season Saturday Sunday and Monday are days we must rush home because heaven forbid we miss games.... and even though my future holds a lot of football during Thanksgiving and Christmas... and even though I don't understand the useless information that Taylor and his buddies can quote about all and any sport... I will survive... and I am starting to .. uh.. enjoy the camaraderie that being obsessed with sports brings.

 It seems.. upon research that this is a legitimate problem in a lot of marriages. There are even support groups! They are not men bashing.. mostly just trying to tell women to find things they enjoy doing for themselves.

Luckily... I have a lot of things I love, and I do not mind sitting and reading while Taylor watches. Or dressing up to support his team.. even if they lose the first round of playoffs after being almost undefeated and having won the superbowl the previous year hahahaha

FYI: I may have a cruel sense of humor. 

Anyways.. luckily... these differences of entertainment bring a lot of laughter between us.

And luckily... annoying Taylor and smothering him while he watches sports is probably one of my favorite things to do :)