Marriage

I have officially been in the marriage business for four years, or...

1,461days

35,064 hours

2,103,840 minutes

It's a grueling kind of work I tell ya. No one ever told me how hard it would be.

I was deceived I tell ya, one hundred percent deceived!

I thought it would be easy, then I got married and I learned the truth.

marriage is hard--but going back to the dating world.....would be way worse.

Agree?

There are small things I have learned to love about marriage.

I love having someone to kiss good bye every morning.

I love having someone to share lunch with everyday.

I love having someone to cuddle.

I love having someone to hold me while I cry.

I love having someone to laugh at my jokes--even when they are clearly not funny.

I love having someone tell me I look pretty--even when I'm pregnant with cankles.

I love having someone who doesn't need to always talk, but loves to sit in silence.

I love having someone who wants to grow old together.

I love having someone who wants to give me the world.

I love having someone who still wants to be in the same room with me after 126,230,400 seconds of marriage.

And if I haven't said it, well I will let the whole world know that my someone is Hunk.

I love you, Babe.

Opposites attract

Fact: opposites attract.
Fact two: opposites attract, then decide that they should get married, then realize they are opposites after all the papers have been signed.
Fact three: opposites get married, fight like cats and dogs, decide to bring a spawn into the world, still realize they are opposites, but still love each other even though they don't agree with the others habits.
Fact four: Hunk and I are opposites.

Case in point:
He loves meat, I love vegetables.
I cry at chick flicks, he likes movies with guns, explosions, and lots of killing.
He falls asleep at dinner, I stay up 'til one.
I resemble an oompa loompa, he resembles a string bean.
He likes rap, I love country.
I sleep on my back, he sleeps on his stomach.
He takes cold showers, I take steamin' hot showers.
He loves winter, I love palm trees.
I fight emotionally, he fights objectively.
I love Grey's, he loves 24.
I big puffy heart love Mac, he loves PC.
He puts the cap on the tooth paste, I leave it off.
I think Mexico is a vacation, he thinks Alaska is a great getaway.
He loves math, I love english.
I read books, he reads the cereal box.
I like hoarding, he likes throwing away.
He snores. 'nuf said.
I like parties, he hates parties.
I love healthy food, he loves pizza and chips.

Pizza.

It has always been an issue in our house. I prefer the all vegetable kind, while he lives for every animal on the planet to be on top of his pizza.

*blehk*

I am by no means a vegetarian just so ya'll know. I love myself a good steak, but there is something about an all meat pizza that makes my stomach do somersaults.

So to advert the problem of fighting over who gets the choose what type of pizza we eat we have started to make mini pizzas that fit our personal tastes.

These babies are delish my friends.

We have a little trick where we mix parm and mozzerella together and it creates a cheesy goodness that is to die for.

The most important ingredient, though,  is the crust. We buy either flatbread shells (like above) or pitas.

I started using pita shells after I bought Jess Seinfield's Deceptively Delicious cookbook. If you don't have it, go. get. it. now.

It's how I fool Hunk into eating vegetables.

Now I must retire to a dreamy world where I can enjoy my cheesy goodness at 10:30...in the a.m.

I am sending out a big puffy heart to.....

...this little dude.

 ...and to my favorite big dude.

And, heck, while we are at it, Punk it gonna send out one of those basset hound, up in your face, slobbery and warm kisses to each of you! Yes, I know, I know...it will be the best kissy EV-ERRR!

Big Puffy Heart Day to all my favorite lovelies!