Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Hobbies and Epiphanies.

I had an epiphany tonight.  Which was kind of like the "cherry on top" of my day.  I had a decent day at work, got my hair did and had good gossip time with my awesome stylist, and made what I think will be a masterpiece of lasagna for my dad's birthday dinner tomorrow night.  And then, after I finally got to sit on the couch, crochet, and semi-watch the Lakers v. Clippers game, I had an epiphany.

Let me preface this by saying that I for sure have the most badass husband in the world.  Pardon my language, but that's just what he is.  Sure we disagree on small things around the house like where the dogs should sleep (see previous post with pics), but overall he is my BFF. My numero uno.  My knight in shining armor. 

But Brady has a little hobby called betting.

I have been nagging at him to quit for months, but betting is his and his friend's favorite thing to do.  They talk like girls on the phone during football season (and to my recent discovery, it appears basketball season, as well)...only their topics of discussion are a tad different.  They just love betting.  And I just hate it.  It doesn't matter whether they're up or down, either.  But although I don't like it, I don't do weird ultimatums or threaten to withhold affection if hubby doesn't do things my way.  I think that is the kiss of death in a marriage, when one of the parties starts enforcing the "my way or the highway" standard.  So tonight, while crocheting, I started analyzing why I hated try to give some reason to why hubby would deliberately do something he knew I didn't approve of...and that's when it hit me.  It's a hobby.  I call it that myself!  Some guys spend thousands of dollars hunting, or fishing, or collecting things, or golfing, or season tickets to the Rangers (whoo!)...need I go on?  And to balance the scales even more, some wives spend hundreds to thousands of dollars on hobbies; scrapbooking, manis and pedis, highlights, wine tasting, um, shopping?! (more specifically for overpriced, name brand shoes)...I repeat, need I go on?? So why do I care if Brady partakes in a hobby that at the end of a YEAR he may owe the "bookie" $300??  Ha. I don't care how weird it sounds, I like it when I realize I'm wrong before anyone else does. 

So bet on, Brady.  I support you.  Oh, and you're welcome for being nearly the coolest wife ever.

Sunday, January 15, 2012


Anthony and I love Sunday Funday.  The rest of the "family members" do, too...but Ant and I especially enjoy it.  It's a day of not only getting things done that you otherwise would not do (ex: today we put mine and hubby's new rug into the living room, made coffee, and watched Looney Tunes before the football game).  We relish in the calm, but always make room for party time.

This Sunday, I decided to get one big, nagging, unpleasant chore done: I washed Hailey and Comet.  The worst part is getting them into the tub...Comet may only be part lab, but he is pretty heavy for someone my size.  They took it relatively well, though, and I only got wet dog splattered in my face three times. 

I wish everyone knew my dogs.  And since that is largely impossible, I just feel bad that their awesomeness can only be shared with such a small portion of "everyone."  I told hubby today that they're not necessarily the most obedient dogs, but it's OK because they never do anything bad.  They are perfect.  Playful, snuggly, entertaining, chill dogs.  My future children have some big shoes to fill.  (No. I'm not pregnant.)   You can't tell me they're not the most adorable things you've ever seen.  I wish I could read their mind, though.  I wish I could read most people's minds, because I'm that nosey (I'm the girl who stares at another table at the restaurant and obsesses over what they're talking about) but more than people, I want to know what the heck my dogs are thinking when they give me those judging eyes.  See below: when Miles picks Comet up for a picture, his face looks like he wants to say "Are you kidding me right now? Put me back on the ground where I belong, you fool."

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Just another resolution

I made two New Years resolutions this year.  Usually I am against making resolutions, or going on diets, or any extreme measures of the sort.  I don't really believe that drastically altering a huge part of your life simply because the date stamp changed is very effective. 

My first resolution: run/walk at least a mile a day.  I have not stuck with this at all. Point proven.
My second resolution: blog more.....we'll see.

I have started watching Dexter lately, thanks to the somewhat forceful recommendation of my best friend, Alex.  Brady and I are 110% obsessed, so I guess the frequent threats to "WATCH DEXTER!" paid off.  If you don't know, the story line behind Dexter is that he is a serial killer who only kills other killers.  Usually, his victims are murderous criminals, but sometimes the lines get blurred for dear Dexter.  I can't stop thinking about it, regardless, and it's really interfering with my focus at work. I am a big fan of this killer, though.  Contrary to what many philosophers may say, I believe he is doing more harm than good in this fictional world. It's nice to have a show-on-DVD to watch....ever since Brady and I finished The Office, and when I realized the Jersey Shore really is trashy and annoying, I've been having withdrawals.

In other news....(wonder how many times I have typed that on this blog) house hunting is on mine and hubby's horizon.  Our wayyy too close for this kind of big decision horizon.  I hear all the time that "renting is a waste of money," but I have to admit I have fallen in love with our little rental home, and wouldn't be completely upset if we "wasted money" for one more year.  The thought of talking to someone about writing a check for a $10,000-something down payment gives me the heebie jeebies.  And if you know me at all, you know I don't get those a lot.  (OK, OK, I do.)

End first post of the new year.  Hey, I didn't make a resolution that I would write insightful blogs to provoke mind-bending questions....I just said "blog more."  :)