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Monday, July 5, 2010
Adventures in Married Life.
He makes me laugh almost constantly and each new day I learn something new about The Donald, I'm astounded that I get to be the one by his side for life. Oh, he makes me laugh!!
Today is our two month anniversary and in an update email to Kim and David a couple days ago, I wrote "I can't believe it's already but ONLY been 2 months since the wedding." It feels like an eternity we've been together yet we're only two months into this new adventure of being married. I guess that's part of when you know it's right, I can't seem to remember life without the dude.
So many elements of life have changed and morphed since we married and are living together. There's a beautiful sense of freedom that sets in and gone are the guilty moments we once felt when falling asleep during a movie, waking up and thinking "Crap, I am here way past curfew, mom is going to kill me." Now this is my home. Where he is, that's where I belong. It took some time to seriously accept that, having been in such transition for the last 6 months and really accepting that my things are his and his things are mine.
After the honeymoon we began the journey through wedding gifts and unpacking boxes, putting things in their place and the constant sweeping of hair from not just one but now two dogs. One afternoon, I was hanging my things in our closet when the entire rack decided to break free from the wall and crashed onto the closet floor, sending me into delirious tears. DK ran to the disaster area, lifted me from the piles of clothes and after confirming no major injury (other than my ego as a worthless new wife, haha) he puffed out his chest, looks out into the distance, the wind blowing his superhero cape and says "I'm headed to Home Depot, I'll be back in a flash."
I feel really blessed that he's so involved with home decor and design, although sometimes it's caused some heated discussion of whose idea is better than whose. He has such vision and ability to work with space, color and ambience. I love our home, it seemed to take forever to get things settled, but now we rest and are able to work without the daunting lists of things to do looming overhead. It's so peaceful and is absolutely a place we love to come home to. Except for when we remember what's looming behind the bathroom closet door. Laundry is NOT my specialty :)
I love too how on so many fronts all our personal belongings really mesh well together. We have a truly eclectic style - major appreciation for things that are antique and vintage, while striving for clean modern lines and lots and lots of comfort. No matchy matchy and lots of homemade things. (Blogs to come)One of my first major lessons as a wife was in learning how sacred our bed and bedroom are and should be. There was something busy about the area, (we have no walls remember, we live in a loft) something unsettling and not completely inviting. I'm truly obsessed with design blogs and after coming across photos of a monochromatic bedroom, I felt some further inspiration. There was a peace that flowed from these bedroom photos... I think too, we'd been so focused on getting all other parts of our life in order, we'd really been neglecting how important it was to create a space that drew us in for great rest. So we splurged a little and got the rest of the bedding we'd registered for, plus a few extras. We decided to go all white, pure and clean. After washing and putting all of our new bed together, I can honestly tell you it's changed our sleep for the better, it's changed how we function throughout the day, we go to bed early and we wake up having had the best night's sleep. It's organized and settled.
One of my other most favorite parts about waking up and coming home after work is the greeting committee that makes me feel more special than a queen each time I open my eyes or walk through the front door. Orson and Kenai are so hilarious together and are our world. Many times when we're both home, we'll catch them doing something hilarious and motion to each other from across the apartment to share in the hilarity. "Babe, look! He's doing that thing again!!"
Orson met his first baby the other night and was beside himself with excitement. Our friends Brent and Robin came over with their 1 yr old Corrie and Orson was so aware of her, it was incredible to watch. At one point we were all sitting at the dining room table, but Orson locked up in his kennel and was so upset he couldn't couldn't be closer to learn more about the baby, so he let out a quick bark as if to say "Hey you jerks, I'm over here still!" His bark stunned Corrie and she immediatly burst into tears. Stuck in his kennel, he felt completely helpless he'd caused a baby to cry and he couldn't do a thing to fix her. It was so interesting to watch, dogs and babies.
Living without walls, it's a little tough. Just a little. Overall we feel as though this space is our canvas and there is so much potential to go nuts creatively. But when it comes to quiettime or the need for alone time, there aren't many options. Fortunately, we've not had too much trouble with this and resort to headphones if he's working at his desk and I want to watch Talk Soup. I think too we love being around one another and are so in sync, that it really hasn't been an issue. Yet :)
One Saturday night I decided to have some fun with the fact we have no walls. It'd been a long day so we were laying around, watching some telly, when I noticed DK had passed out cold. He was totally exhausted. Once the brilliant idea entered my brain, I smiled and did some quick scheming. I sat up slowly, got behind the couch he was on and put all my weight into it. Inch by inch, I start moving the couch... with him on it. I got him halfway across the apartment when he stirred and I ducked fast behind the couch. No one breathe. Worried he wasn't sleeping deeply enough to ride on a moving couch without waking, I began work on transporting our bed towards the living room. With all this excitement, Orson and Kenai started to get rowdy and I was worried they'd wake DK. And they did. DK, on the couch in the middle of the apartment, lifts his head up and hollars "Orson! Kennel!" I froze. Orson obediently moved to his kennel, flopped down inside and all was quiet. I could hear DK's heavy breathing again so I knew it was safe to proceed. I finally got the bed in front of the TV and the couch into the bedroom. So I went to DK and said, "Hey lover, let's get you in bed." I'm stifling major giggles at this point because I couldn't believe I'd gotten so far! He gets up and walks across the loft over the bed and slides under the covers. I am suffocating I'm laughing so hard at this point. But he didn't even notice! All that work and he didn't even get the joke! So what's a prankster supposed to do but get into bed too, watch some telly and wait.
Before long he woke up. Confused, he asks "Why did you move the TV over here baby?" HAHAHAHHAHA!! I'm giggling profusely, Kenai jumps up on the bed with us and DK finally sits up, looks around and asks "What the???" He was so stunned, didn't know what to make of it and then exclaims "How cool!!" Yes!!
My whole life I've dreamed of having a house my kid's friends want to come spend time in knowing they can eat lots of great food, be loved on and be heard. A place they feel wanted and comfy. I'm excited that our home even right now is set up in such a way that is condusive to having great parties, game nights, dinner parties, movie nights, Bible studies, sleep overs, etc. The first time I had all the girls over was amazing! We sat around the living room with loads of food on the coffee table, gabbed and ate. As I was getting ready for guests that night, DK is helping me prepare things and asks "So babe, what should I do? Can I stay or do you guys need me to leave?" I loved that he was so concerned with making things perfect for us but I reassured him he was absolutely welcome (in his own home no less, good gracious) There he sat at his desk helping maintain a healthy balance of estrogen vs. testoterone by playing Call of Duty 4 on his computer while we were goofy girls. Great night. I wonder what our daughter's slumber parties will be like one day... so fun to think about!
And of course we have normal everyday annoyances with one another. When you live together, you're bound to develop irritations of odd things that you'd never noticed before. When DK and I dated, I loved the fact he was never a gross burpy farty guy. Never heard it from him, not even any bathroom humor... his mother taught him so well to be a gentleman and I really appreciated that about his character. But somehow since we've been married, the burping floodgates seemed to open up and pour out. I didn't want to be naggy so I kept quiet for awhile till one day I was focusing really hard, trying to thread a needle when he belched like Bart Simpson does after drinking a whole soda. You know, the kind the makes his whole throat wave like violent earthquake tremors? I wish I could say I responded in love and asked him graciously to figure out another way to release the air in his tummy, but no, I yelled something like "That is disgusting!! What happened to you, you gross burping guy?? What happened to my sweet DK?!" After I regained composure, we came to an easy compromise and he promised to tone it down but that I had to understand sometimes he just has to. He's so hilarious, oh my word.
On my end, I have this odd relationship with my alarm clock on my cell phone. Because I have great intentions of waking up around 6:45 a.m., I set my alarm for that time and I think deep down, somehow that helps subside my guilt for the fact I don't ever actually wake up at that time. At least my alarm is set and that's half the battle, right? Every morning at 6:45 my alarm sounds and not always at my bedside table. I don't always remember to get it out of my bag or transfer it from my desk closer to the bed which is even more irritating because then one of us (whoever hears it first) has to get out of bed and track it down. I chose one of the songs on my phone that I feel is very peaceful and serene but DK told me once it's the sound nightmares are made of. More often than not, I snooze all the way into 8 a.m. and sometimes I find him sleeping with a pillow over his head. And the cycle continues because I promise you, tomorrow I'm waking up at 6:45 a.m.!!
I long to have a yard for the dogs and know one day we will so I want to take advantage of where we are presently and make the most of it. Hence the furniture rearranging while The Donald was snoozing. But on a more important scale, there are several homeless guys who live around our building and sleep under one of the loading docks of a warehouse just down the street. Realizing we absolutely are neighbors, I feel really strongly about us being more personal with them on a more frequent basis. The hard part for me is the small talk aspect. Riding the elevator in our building, I honestly sometimes cringe when the door opens and I have to ride a couple floors with a neighbor I only ever see inside this moving box. Up and down we go. I made an oath to never mention the weather. I am also not allowed to look at my cell phone during this time. "How is your day, where did you get your dress, where are you headed, how do you love living here?" And then when the ride is over and we go our seperate ways, I'm riddled with guilt for not making more of an effort to be the awesomest neighbor they ever had.
Maybe if pies were easier to make...
But I realize we have such opportunity to love on and bless the people around us and we miss chances left and right. I know I do. Especially if I'm not wearing make-up, then I look straight to the floor because I don't want to scare anyone. Thing is, DK seems to know everyone and everyone seems to know him. I think he just doesn't worry about much and is not as awkward as I am with the elevator encounters. I want to be more like him so much, he's such a good man and human being.
And somehow he chose me.
Today is our two month anniversary and in an update email to Kim and David a couple days ago, I wrote "I can't believe it's already but ONLY been 2 months since the wedding." It feels like an eternity we've been together yet we're only two months into this new adventure of being married. I guess that's part of when you know it's right, I can't seem to remember life without the dude.
So many elements of life have changed and morphed since we married and are living together. There's a beautiful sense of freedom that sets in and gone are the guilty moments we once felt when falling asleep during a movie, waking up and thinking "Crap, I am here way past curfew, mom is going to kill me." Now this is my home. Where he is, that's where I belong. It took some time to seriously accept that, having been in such transition for the last 6 months and really accepting that my things are his and his things are mine.
After the honeymoon we began the journey through wedding gifts and unpacking boxes, putting things in their place and the constant sweeping of hair from not just one but now two dogs. One afternoon, I was hanging my things in our closet when the entire rack decided to break free from the wall and crashed onto the closet floor, sending me into delirious tears. DK ran to the disaster area, lifted me from the piles of clothes and after confirming no major injury (other than my ego as a worthless new wife, haha) he puffed out his chest, looks out into the distance, the wind blowing his superhero cape and says "I'm headed to Home Depot, I'll be back in a flash."
I feel really blessed that he's so involved with home decor and design, although sometimes it's caused some heated discussion of whose idea is better than whose. He has such vision and ability to work with space, color and ambience. I love our home, it seemed to take forever to get things settled, but now we rest and are able to work without the daunting lists of things to do looming overhead. It's so peaceful and is absolutely a place we love to come home to. Except for when we remember what's looming behind the bathroom closet door. Laundry is NOT my specialty :)
I love too how on so many fronts all our personal belongings really mesh well together. We have a truly eclectic style - major appreciation for things that are antique and vintage, while striving for clean modern lines and lots and lots of comfort. No matchy matchy and lots of homemade things. (Blogs to come)One of my first major lessons as a wife was in learning how sacred our bed and bedroom are and should be. There was something busy about the area, (we have no walls remember, we live in a loft) something unsettling and not completely inviting. I'm truly obsessed with design blogs and after coming across photos of a monochromatic bedroom, I felt some further inspiration. There was a peace that flowed from these bedroom photos... I think too, we'd been so focused on getting all other parts of our life in order, we'd really been neglecting how important it was to create a space that drew us in for great rest. So we splurged a little and got the rest of the bedding we'd registered for, plus a few extras. We decided to go all white, pure and clean. After washing and putting all of our new bed together, I can honestly tell you it's changed our sleep for the better, it's changed how we function throughout the day, we go to bed early and we wake up having had the best night's sleep. It's organized and settled.
One of my other most favorite parts about waking up and coming home after work is the greeting committee that makes me feel more special than a queen each time I open my eyes or walk through the front door. Orson and Kenai are so hilarious together and are our world. Many times when we're both home, we'll catch them doing something hilarious and motion to each other from across the apartment to share in the hilarity. "Babe, look! He's doing that thing again!!"
Orson met his first baby the other night and was beside himself with excitement. Our friends Brent and Robin came over with their 1 yr old Corrie and Orson was so aware of her, it was incredible to watch. At one point we were all sitting at the dining room table, but Orson locked up in his kennel and was so upset he couldn't couldn't be closer to learn more about the baby, so he let out a quick bark as if to say "Hey you jerks, I'm over here still!" His bark stunned Corrie and she immediatly burst into tears. Stuck in his kennel, he felt completely helpless he'd caused a baby to cry and he couldn't do a thing to fix her. It was so interesting to watch, dogs and babies.
Living without walls, it's a little tough. Just a little. Overall we feel as though this space is our canvas and there is so much potential to go nuts creatively. But when it comes to quiettime or the need for alone time, there aren't many options. Fortunately, we've not had too much trouble with this and resort to headphones if he's working at his desk and I want to watch Talk Soup. I think too we love being around one another and are so in sync, that it really hasn't been an issue. Yet :)
One Saturday night I decided to have some fun with the fact we have no walls. It'd been a long day so we were laying around, watching some telly, when I noticed DK had passed out cold. He was totally exhausted. Once the brilliant idea entered my brain, I smiled and did some quick scheming. I sat up slowly, got behind the couch he was on and put all my weight into it. Inch by inch, I start moving the couch... with him on it. I got him halfway across the apartment when he stirred and I ducked fast behind the couch. No one breathe. Worried he wasn't sleeping deeply enough to ride on a moving couch without waking, I began work on transporting our bed towards the living room. With all this excitement, Orson and Kenai started to get rowdy and I was worried they'd wake DK. And they did. DK, on the couch in the middle of the apartment, lifts his head up and hollars "Orson! Kennel!" I froze. Orson obediently moved to his kennel, flopped down inside and all was quiet. I could hear DK's heavy breathing again so I knew it was safe to proceed. I finally got the bed in front of the TV and the couch into the bedroom. So I went to DK and said, "Hey lover, let's get you in bed." I'm stifling major giggles at this point because I couldn't believe I'd gotten so far! He gets up and walks across the loft over the bed and slides under the covers. I am suffocating I'm laughing so hard at this point. But he didn't even notice! All that work and he didn't even get the joke! So what's a prankster supposed to do but get into bed too, watch some telly and wait.
Before long he woke up. Confused, he asks "Why did you move the TV over here baby?" HAHAHAHHAHA!! I'm giggling profusely, Kenai jumps up on the bed with us and DK finally sits up, looks around and asks "What the???" He was so stunned, didn't know what to make of it and then exclaims "How cool!!" Yes!!
My whole life I've dreamed of having a house my kid's friends want to come spend time in knowing they can eat lots of great food, be loved on and be heard. A place they feel wanted and comfy. I'm excited that our home even right now is set up in such a way that is condusive to having great parties, game nights, dinner parties, movie nights, Bible studies, sleep overs, etc. The first time I had all the girls over was amazing! We sat around the living room with loads of food on the coffee table, gabbed and ate. As I was getting ready for guests that night, DK is helping me prepare things and asks "So babe, what should I do? Can I stay or do you guys need me to leave?" I loved that he was so concerned with making things perfect for us but I reassured him he was absolutely welcome (in his own home no less, good gracious) There he sat at his desk helping maintain a healthy balance of estrogen vs. testoterone by playing Call of Duty 4 on his computer while we were goofy girls. Great night. I wonder what our daughter's slumber parties will be like one day... so fun to think about!
And of course we have normal everyday annoyances with one another. When you live together, you're bound to develop irritations of odd things that you'd never noticed before. When DK and I dated, I loved the fact he was never a gross burpy farty guy. Never heard it from him, not even any bathroom humor... his mother taught him so well to be a gentleman and I really appreciated that about his character. But somehow since we've been married, the burping floodgates seemed to open up and pour out. I didn't want to be naggy so I kept quiet for awhile till one day I was focusing really hard, trying to thread a needle when he belched like Bart Simpson does after drinking a whole soda. You know, the kind the makes his whole throat wave like violent earthquake tremors? I wish I could say I responded in love and asked him graciously to figure out another way to release the air in his tummy, but no, I yelled something like "That is disgusting!! What happened to you, you gross burping guy?? What happened to my sweet DK?!" After I regained composure, we came to an easy compromise and he promised to tone it down but that I had to understand sometimes he just has to. He's so hilarious, oh my word.
On my end, I have this odd relationship with my alarm clock on my cell phone. Because I have great intentions of waking up around 6:45 a.m., I set my alarm for that time and I think deep down, somehow that helps subside my guilt for the fact I don't ever actually wake up at that time. At least my alarm is set and that's half the battle, right? Every morning at 6:45 my alarm sounds and not always at my bedside table. I don't always remember to get it out of my bag or transfer it from my desk closer to the bed which is even more irritating because then one of us (whoever hears it first) has to get out of bed and track it down. I chose one of the songs on my phone that I feel is very peaceful and serene but DK told me once it's the sound nightmares are made of. More often than not, I snooze all the way into 8 a.m. and sometimes I find him sleeping with a pillow over his head. And the cycle continues because I promise you, tomorrow I'm waking up at 6:45 a.m.!!
I long to have a yard for the dogs and know one day we will so I want to take advantage of where we are presently and make the most of it. Hence the furniture rearranging while The Donald was snoozing. But on a more important scale, there are several homeless guys who live around our building and sleep under one of the loading docks of a warehouse just down the street. Realizing we absolutely are neighbors, I feel really strongly about us being more personal with them on a more frequent basis. The hard part for me is the small talk aspect. Riding the elevator in our building, I honestly sometimes cringe when the door opens and I have to ride a couple floors with a neighbor I only ever see inside this moving box. Up and down we go. I made an oath to never mention the weather. I am also not allowed to look at my cell phone during this time. "How is your day, where did you get your dress, where are you headed, how do you love living here?" And then when the ride is over and we go our seperate ways, I'm riddled with guilt for not making more of an effort to be the awesomest neighbor they ever had.
Maybe if pies were easier to make...
But I realize we have such opportunity to love on and bless the people around us and we miss chances left and right. I know I do. Especially if I'm not wearing make-up, then I look straight to the floor because I don't want to scare anyone. Thing is, DK seems to know everyone and everyone seems to know him. I think he just doesn't worry about much and is not as awkward as I am with the elevator encounters. I want to be more like him so much, he's such a good man and human being.
And somehow he chose me.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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