TGIF

TGIF everyone!

I plan on spending a quiet, relaxing weekend!

Mr. H and I might go see Gran Torino. He really wants to see it; me not so much. But in all fairness he did go see Bride Wars with me, so I think I owe him one!

Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend!

See you Monday!

This Is Why The Groom Is Supposed To Just Show Up

It has been brought to my attention by Jessica at "A Bunch of My Nonsense" that my blog won't let people comment. I guess I should probably retract the answer in my previous post about being better at the computer than my husband.

In any event, I hope it's fixed now. Thanks, Jessica!

We were out of town this past weekend for our friend's wedding. It was beautiful. It took me back to my wedding day and all of the sudden I wished we could do it all over again.

My wedding day was the most magical, wonderful day of my life. We worked for almost 8 months on this one, single day but it was more than worth it.

All the planning, picking, choosing, fitting, buying, check writing, tears of joy and sometimes tears of frustration all culminated into this one beautiful day.

On the way home yesterday I was talking to Mr. H about this. I was going on and on about everything. About how I want to feel that feeling I felt when I saw his face when he first saw me. About how I want to remember exactly how I felt when we burst through the back of the church after coming down the aisle as husband and wife. About how I want to smash his face with wedding cake again and beg him not to do the same to me. All these things and so much more.

His response was this:

"We paid all that money for a photographer and videographer and you can't remember?"

Clearly, men just do not understand.

I Get an F in Blogging!

Well. I promise it hasn't been a month since I blogged. Y'all were just thinking it had.

Ok, whatev. It has been.

I'll admit it; I'm a big blog slacker.

I'm actually thinking of quitting my job and just blogging full time. How about that? I think it would be way more fun and I could get all kinds of other stuff done, too. Like cooking 7 course meals for Mr. H online shopping and tanning.

I hope everyone had a fabulously romantic Valentine's Day.

Mr. H and I just laid low and spent the weekend at home. He brought me breakfast in bed and even put flowers on the tray. He is one for the details, I'll tell ya!

We went and ate at a local pub and then came home and watched Fireproof on DVD.

I have a huge crush on Kirk Cameron. I think it stems from his days at Mike Seaver on "Growing Pains." Anyone else with me on this?

Well, I must get back to work since the fantasy of becoming a career blogger can only take place if I don't want to stay married and pay my bills. So until I reach the desire to divorce my husband, live on the street and most shockingly not highlight my hair, I will be staying with my current position. Unless anyone is willing to match my current salary to write their blogs for them? Anyone? I can be reached at newlyweddedlife@gmail.com.

Have a great Tuesday everyone!

What if He Already Put a Ring On It?

There was a little discussion tonight at the Newly Wedded Life house. And, since I know you are just dying to know what it was about, I'll tell you!

Mr. H got me a new Ipod for Christmas and I have been putting songs on it practically everyday. I don't know about you, but I love running with some high energy, fast paced, girl power songs, so that is what my Ipod primarily consists of.

It just so happens that Mr. H has the same exact Ipod that I do. And he grabbed mine accidentally before his run tonight. This was the conversation that took place when he got back:

Mr. H: Babe, question.

Me: Yeah, what's up?

Mr. H: You know we got engaged and married, right?

Me: Um, yeah. I think I was a little bit a part of all of that.

Mr. H: Well then why are you listening to a song for single women?

Me: Mmmmk, what?

Mr. H: "If he likes it then he should have put a ring on it?"

Me: Oh, that's Beyonce - I love that song!

Mr. H: I don't love it. I don't love it because it's offensive to me. I liked it, I put a ring on it. Shouldn't that be enough?

Me: Oh, well, I'm fairly certain the song wasn't written about us. So, I think it's ok.

Mr. H: Oh, ok, yeah that really clears it up because I was under the impression that I was the one that was "wanting to trip."

I think this proves two things. One, that my husband is the whitest man on the planet. And two, that he should be more careful which Ipod he picks up from now on.