Another argument today over that stupid dog. I'm not speaking to him right now because I know I won't have anything nice to say if I do.
I specifically stated I did not want the dog on the leather in the new car, and we put a blanket in the back for them to stay on. My brother and I went into the mall today to grab Father's Day gifts, leaving the dogs with Shawn and Chris in the AC. Well, we come back out and sure enough Tio is in the front seat of the car. So flippin tired of being undermined. So I immediately layed into him because I can't let it slide- how are we ever going to raise kids together if he keeps doing that? So he starts his defense of 'oh, but his nails are clipped and its cramped.' Oh really? Funny that you put the smaller dog in the front instead of the bigger dog. And of course now there is dog hair all over the front seats.
So then he gets snappy at me about how it's cramped back there and I shoot back that we could've left Tio home (since we managed fine last night with an extra cat carrier in my lap, even) and he says maybe we all should've just stayed home. I offered to take him home right there because I'm coming down for Fathers Day and I told him yesterday he didnt have to come down if he didnt want to.
He tried to do a quick pacifying apology but I didn't accept it. There's a bigger issue at play right now than just letting the dog in the front seat today.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Napping
If there is one thing we absolutely don't have in common, it's taking naps. I enjoy them once in a blue moon, if I'm hung over or not feeling good, or been working hard or out late the night before- more out of necessity than want.
Shawn naps. All. The. Time. Every day, if he's not at work, he takes one. They can last anywhere from two to five hours. Very rarely are they less than two.
It irritates me when I'm trying to get housework done. I can get a lot done in two hours, while he's asleep. I realize he deserves a break since he works all week, but what's going to happen when we're both working again? I rely on him to help with half of the house work, but I feel jipped when he's passed out most of the day.
And then there's the issue of spending time with each other. I don't get to see him during the week except for a few hours at night. So when he takes a good chunk out of the day to sleep when we could be spending time together, it doesn't turn out well. I'm left feeling unsatisfied.
Shawn naps. All. The. Time. Every day, if he's not at work, he takes one. They can last anywhere from two to five hours. Very rarely are they less than two.
It irritates me when I'm trying to get housework done. I can get a lot done in two hours, while he's asleep. I realize he deserves a break since he works all week, but what's going to happen when we're both working again? I rely on him to help with half of the house work, but I feel jipped when he's passed out most of the day.
And then there's the issue of spending time with each other. I don't get to see him during the week except for a few hours at night. So when he takes a good chunk out of the day to sleep when we could be spending time together, it doesn't turn out well. I'm left feeling unsatisfied.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sundays
A typical Sunday goes like this-
We wake up early and most often Shawn drives us to church. While my parents were staying with us, we would often hitch a ride with them to save gas. This Sunday was special because last night we went over to my grandmas to spend the night so we could sit in the hot tub and have margaritas.
He is very attentive to me, and we are hardly not in the same room as each other, unless we're enjoying our own hobbies. In the hottub we stayed mature to be respectful to my family, but I could tell he enjoys seeing me in my bathing suit. I always tease him about it and he says he can't help it and my response is automatically yes you can. Last night he challenged me by saying how? I didn't know how to respond. I told him to think about watermelons. He wins that one.
We always tell each other I love you and good night when we sleep, and when we're in a new place he always falls asleep holding me close. At home we sleep on our own sides.
He has surprised me by going to church with me nearly every Sunday. He doesn't mind mine, so he tells me, because they don't preach fire and brimstone, but he doesn't sing or respond during the service. I can't complain, because he goes. I think part of it is the reward--afterward we go to my grandmas house and get treated to good homemade food, either late breakfast or early dinner.
He clean up very well, and I love when he wears his nice shirts with his hat. And his new white sunglasses are very sharp.
My family loves him, and he is respectful to my grandparents. My grandpa enjoys talking to him and he helps take out the recycling when we visit.
The drive back home is usually interesting because I hate his driving, haha. He has a car of his brothers that he likes to race around sometimes even though I tell him all the time not to speed. He normally drive ten over, which is about what everyone in the city drives at. But he comes up on people really fast and I'm always telling him he's going to get rearended someday.
He lets me change the radio station in his car but he sings only to some of the rock songs. Luckily we have similar rock tastes, although he doesn't care for the girly pop songs that I sing to, he never complains about it.
He doesn't exercise on his own, but when I tell him I want to go for a walk with the dog (who is getting fat and needs it) he will go with me. He always says how he will whenever we get a weight bench but I don't see it.
He goes back to work tomorrow. Ill miss spending all my time with him, but it'll be good for him. He doesn't like being idle and he likes his job. I wish I could be as persistent and confident in my skills as he is. He used to complain about work- mostly the people he has to deal with, but it seems like he likes the guys at this one.
I need to find another job soon so he's not strained to be the only money maker, but when I mention selling off pieces of my collection to help pay bills, he always resists and tells me not to.
I <3 him.
We wake up early and most often Shawn drives us to church. While my parents were staying with us, we would often hitch a ride with them to save gas. This Sunday was special because last night we went over to my grandmas to spend the night so we could sit in the hot tub and have margaritas.
He is very attentive to me, and we are hardly not in the same room as each other, unless we're enjoying our own hobbies. In the hottub we stayed mature to be respectful to my family, but I could tell he enjoys seeing me in my bathing suit. I always tease him about it and he says he can't help it and my response is automatically yes you can. Last night he challenged me by saying how? I didn't know how to respond. I told him to think about watermelons. He wins that one.
We always tell each other I love you and good night when we sleep, and when we're in a new place he always falls asleep holding me close. At home we sleep on our own sides.
He has surprised me by going to church with me nearly every Sunday. He doesn't mind mine, so he tells me, because they don't preach fire and brimstone, but he doesn't sing or respond during the service. I can't complain, because he goes. I think part of it is the reward--afterward we go to my grandmas house and get treated to good homemade food, either late breakfast or early dinner.
He clean up very well, and I love when he wears his nice shirts with his hat. And his new white sunglasses are very sharp.
My family loves him, and he is respectful to my grandparents. My grandpa enjoys talking to him and he helps take out the recycling when we visit.
The drive back home is usually interesting because I hate his driving, haha. He has a car of his brothers that he likes to race around sometimes even though I tell him all the time not to speed. He normally drive ten over, which is about what everyone in the city drives at. But he comes up on people really fast and I'm always telling him he's going to get rearended someday.
He lets me change the radio station in his car but he sings only to some of the rock songs. Luckily we have similar rock tastes, although he doesn't care for the girly pop songs that I sing to, he never complains about it.
He doesn't exercise on his own, but when I tell him I want to go for a walk with the dog (who is getting fat and needs it) he will go with me. He always says how he will whenever we get a weight bench but I don't see it.
He goes back to work tomorrow. Ill miss spending all my time with him, but it'll be good for him. He doesn't like being idle and he likes his job. I wish I could be as persistent and confident in my skills as he is. He used to complain about work- mostly the people he has to deal with, but it seems like he likes the guys at this one.
I need to find another job soon so he's not strained to be the only money maker, but when I mention selling off pieces of my collection to help pay bills, he always resists and tells me not to.
I <3 him.
A Girl In Love
When I first started this blog, I meant it as a daily journal to record my own life. But lately I've been wanting to make one for my relationship, where I can share my story, as un-unique and normal as it is. This blog's title still applied and it was suffering from great disuse, so I decided to change its purpose and revive it "under new management."
A lot has changed since I started this journey. And since I'm not even married yet, I know there's a lot still to come. But I'd like to get into the habit of it before I do get engaged so that I don't miss much when it races by. I'd like to have a long engagement, at a minimum of six months, to be able to experience the thrill of the promise, and have time to get everything in order before the wedding.
Another reason I need this blog is to express myself. Since I left Wyoming, I led my best friend. I don't have any close girl friends here to discuss relationships with, the ups and downs or the questions. I can't post on Facebook. Since the passing of Shawn's brother, I can't bring myself to post lovey things, in case it brings pain to Amanda, his sister in law. I don't want to feel like I'm rubbing it in, even if no one else sees it that way. It just feels wrong. So I hope this can be my outlet without feeling guilty about sharing my deep love for this man.
At the same time, I want to build a scrap book. We're not big picture takers, so the first parts will be slim, but I hope to get better at it with time.
And with this, I introduce the tales of my love, how we love, what we do together, what I think about him, and what I hope and dream for.
A lot has changed since I started this journey. And since I'm not even married yet, I know there's a lot still to come. But I'd like to get into the habit of it before I do get engaged so that I don't miss much when it races by. I'd like to have a long engagement, at a minimum of six months, to be able to experience the thrill of the promise, and have time to get everything in order before the wedding.
Another reason I need this blog is to express myself. Since I left Wyoming, I led my best friend. I don't have any close girl friends here to discuss relationships with, the ups and downs or the questions. I can't post on Facebook. Since the passing of Shawn's brother, I can't bring myself to post lovey things, in case it brings pain to Amanda, his sister in law. I don't want to feel like I'm rubbing it in, even if no one else sees it that way. It just feels wrong. So I hope this can be my outlet without feeling guilty about sharing my deep love for this man.
At the same time, I want to build a scrap book. We're not big picture takers, so the first parts will be slim, but I hope to get better at it with time.
And with this, I introduce the tales of my love, how we love, what we do together, what I think about him, and what I hope and dream for.
Monday, August 15, 2011
mY dReams
(Yes, it's supposed to look messed up, lol. Everyone knows your dreams don't come out exactly how you planned.
I was talking to my dad during a drive back from Cheyenne. We got to talking about my plans for when I graduate.
I hope I get enough scholarship money to help cover my expenses for this last semester. Then I can put some of my grandma's money toward our move down to Arizona. If things work out, we'll have enough to move down there and be able to live until we get our first paychecks. Hopefully Shawn can find a job soon after we move down there.
If things don't work out I might have to stay with my Grandparents for the first month or two until my paychecks are steady and large enough to get a place. Shawn might stay behind and continue making money here so we have something.
I don't want to get married until I can afford a nice dress. And by nice I mean a brand new, $3000+ one. So then I can turn around and donate it to an organization for military wives or something. And unluckily for Shawn, I've decided that I can handle dating a smoker, but I won't marry one. That sounds harsh, and like an ultimatum, but it's just simply selfish. I don't want to have to put up with something I hate for the rest of my life, and I sure as heck don't want to put my children through the same things I dealt with growing up. I don't know if I'm partially asthmatic, or if their smoking made me unable to breathe while running, but my dad apologized if his smoking had anything to do with it, and it damn near made me cry.
I wanna have kids. And lately, it's been a lot stronger than it should be. Maybe because it seems so far away. And I feel so behind. A LOT of the people I went to high school with are already married and popping out kids. Someone tell me I did the smart thing to wait. Someone assure me that it'll be worth it and I'll be making really, really good money soon.
I was talking to my dad during a drive back from Cheyenne. We got to talking about my plans for when I graduate.
I hope I get enough scholarship money to help cover my expenses for this last semester. Then I can put some of my grandma's money toward our move down to Arizona. If things work out, we'll have enough to move down there and be able to live until we get our first paychecks. Hopefully Shawn can find a job soon after we move down there.
If things don't work out I might have to stay with my Grandparents for the first month or two until my paychecks are steady and large enough to get a place. Shawn might stay behind and continue making money here so we have something.
I don't want to get married until I can afford a nice dress. And by nice I mean a brand new, $3000+ one. So then I can turn around and donate it to an organization for military wives or something. And unluckily for Shawn, I've decided that I can handle dating a smoker, but I won't marry one. That sounds harsh, and like an ultimatum, but it's just simply selfish. I don't want to have to put up with something I hate for the rest of my life, and I sure as heck don't want to put my children through the same things I dealt with growing up. I don't know if I'm partially asthmatic, or if their smoking made me unable to breathe while running, but my dad apologized if his smoking had anything to do with it, and it damn near made me cry.
I wanna have kids. And lately, it's been a lot stronger than it should be. Maybe because it seems so far away. And I feel so behind. A LOT of the people I went to high school with are already married and popping out kids. Someone tell me I did the smart thing to wait. Someone assure me that it'll be worth it and I'll be making really, really good money soon.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Summer To-Do List
Get a job
Go to the wedding
Deep clean my office
Finish The Scarlet Letter
Finish the Inuyasha tv series
Lose 10 pounds
Start on my scrapbook
Finish Final Fantasy VII
Edit some more chapters of my story
Start a photo portfolio
Go to the wedding
Deep clean my office
Finish The Scarlet Letter
Finish the Inuyasha tv series
Lose 10 pounds
Start on my scrapbook
Finish Final Fantasy VII
Edit some more chapters of my story
Start a photo portfolio
Monday, May 31, 2010
Memorial Day
Don't forget: Thanksgiving is the day we thank for the things we have. Memorial Day is the day we thank the people who sacrificed to give us the things we have.
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