we were married two months ago today.
wow, it doesn’t feel like it was just two months ago. feels like the wedding and honeymoon were soooo long ago.
we had a busy two months. we got back from our honeymoon, searched for a new apartment, found a new apartment, packed our old apartment, moved to a new apartment, and are still slowly adjusting to new routines and a new space.
i hope that as we continue to settle into our new apartment (yes, we’re still not completely unpacked), the newlywed bliss will set in again.
here’s to a happy two months, and many more to come!
phew. thank god the nfl lock-out is over. i mean a fall without football, what would i do?
here’s my football routine according to mike:
- 30 min prior to kickoff: get excited about game time food.
- kickoff: enjoy food. have a beer.
- 5 min later: comment on Andy Reid’s weight.
- end of 1st quarter: done eating. finished beer. time for nap.
- middle of game: move nap from couch to bed.
- end of game: wake up. determine outcome of game based on mike’s mood. check on dinner plans.
but not this year. this is going to be the year in get into sports. well at least football. mike asked me once if i could commit to one sport, one philadelphia team for an entire season which would it be? easy. the eagles. why? because they have the fewest games. it’s a commitment i can stick to. and i can try to get into football. hockey is a little too fast for me and baseball is a little too slow. and who cares about the ‘76ers? i mean really.
with marriage mike’s commitment to me increased. i am now a co-owner of a fantasy football team. mike has left his dad and brother “platt guys” and started a new team with me: “dc platts.” and i have to be real here: i actually am honored. now i need some tips so i can pull my weight as co-owner. if you have any, please, leave a comment!
so here’s to a great football season. E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES!!!
we got this gorgeous set of pots and pans for our wedding that we are just now starting to use (figured it didn’t make sense to open them before the move).
aren’t they beautiful? i want to keep them that way. i told mike that we must read the manual closely so that we know exactly how to care for them. and mike did! ah! what a dream!
here are some things we must remember:
- do not use pam or other aerosol cooking spray. this is particularly important for mike because he is obsessed with pam, always asking me “did you spray the pan??” but, the user’s guide says that the sprays contain an ingredient that is hard to remove and i don’t want any gunk on my pretty pans.
- let the pan cool before you clean it. uh, yeah, sure i’ll happily do that! but it says that food releases more easily from a cooled pan and adding cold water may cause the pan to warp.
- do not use abrasive cleaners or cleaning pads. i doubt that dawn counts as abrasive, right? i mean, it seems to be ok so far. i did notice that the green part on the top of our sponge was scratching the pan a bit. we’ll use a washcloth from now on. the user’s guide suggests bon ami cleaner, which i totally stumbled upon in target this weekend.
- don’t stack them on top of each other or they will scratch.
[bon ami all-purpose cleaner was touted as a “glam green product for on (or under) your sink” in the august issue of SELF. oh, and it’s super cheap. win-win.]
this morning i woke up about 6:30. mike was already at the gym and due back soon and i like to get out of bed before he gets back. i head downstairs to get the sheets and towels i left in the dryer overnight. about 7 minutes later, i pull two heaping baskets of laundry out of the elevator one at a time and set them in front of the door. the washington post is gone, mike must be home. i go to open the door and it’s locked. ugh! i knock lightly on the door for a bit. no answer. he probably can’t hear me, must be in the shower, and i don’t want to knock much louder and disturb the neighbors. though trust me, i wanted to bang my fist against the door until mike answered. but i realize that this can be a source of frustration and anger or a funny anecdote that we can share a laugh over. i’ll choose the laugh. so i start to fold the laundry, giving a light tap on the door every two towels or so. no answer. i continue to fold the laundry in the hot, humid hallway. i hear the ironing board open inside (mike irons his clothes every morning) and know that he’s definitely inside and out of the shower. he still doesn’t hear me knock. i’m just laughing to myself. the laundry is folded nicely in the two baskets, ready to be put away. and i’m still in the hall. i decide to sit down. if i continue to stand and pace and look around, i will get annoyed. so i sit down and relax. i see the neighbor’s newspaper and consider picking it up to read but don’t. i figure that worse come to worse, mike will see me when he leaves for work at 7:15. then i hear silverware clanking inside the apartment. i imagine mike making an egg sandwich and sitting down with the paper in front of the tv. then i realize that since we moved, mike doesn’t leave til 7:45! and then i realize that if i can hear the ironing board and the silverware drawer from out here, he must be able to hear me knock. so i knock again. the door opens and i look up at mike in the doorway. he looks down at me and says, in all seriousness, “what are you doing, lover?”
we share a laugh over the fact that he locked me out and i’d been sitting in the hallway for about 20 minutes. and i’m glad that i chose to see this as a lighthearted mishap and not an infuriating oversight.
if you think you go to the social security office to change your name and it’s done in one fell swoop, i’ve got some news for you. this is a multi-step process. i mean, think of all the things that use your name. of course, you can pay to have your name changed in all of the important places but i have other things i’d like to spend $35 on: a pedicure, dinner out with a friend, a negligee to wear for my new husband, or a replacement hub cap. so if you’re like me and want to have-at the name-changing game all by yourself here’s what you’ll to change and my status on each:
social security card
- passport. i think i might be lazy on this one and change it just before i need it.
employer ( W-4, email, business cards). i opted to just change the “from” in my work email address and keep my old business cards. i felt bad throwing out a whole box of business cards. my contact info is still the same so the person can find me if they need me.
bank still waiting on my new debit cards though.
- credit cards. should i be surprised that this one is the biggest pain?
health insurance (if it’s not taken care of by your employer)
retirement account (if it’s not taken care of by your employer)
utilities ok, we may have just moved into a building where utilities are included so maybe i cheated a bit to cross this one off
what about online shopping sites? and groupon, livingsocial? i’d also like my name changed on opentable.com so that our restaurant reservations are in my married name.
anything i forgot?
i just walked by the mailman on my way home and i wanted to stop and say to him “do you know how happy you make people?” i’ve had this thought and almost stopped a mailman on multiple occassions. i rarely get anything in the mail aside from fliers and bills, but the chance that i could get something brings me such joy and excitement. it makes me sad to think that the postal service could drop saturday service. one less day to check the mail?! no!
i also love sending mail though i often wonder if i’m wasting money when i drop a birthday card in the mail. they usually don’t say anything profound and most likely the recipient will throw it in the trash within a week. the image of the envelope and card going right in the trash is one i have to ignore. (and one that i had to put out of my head again and again when designing our wedding invitations.) but i tell myself that maybe the recipient loves getting mail as much as i do and the opportunity to make someone feel special is worth $5.
do you have a love of mail like i do?
as i was packing up things to go to the dry cleaner, i came across mike’s wedding suit. i noticed the jacket by the striped fabric on the inside of the sleeves. i picked it up like it was a childhood blanket, one that brings comfort and security and a twinge of sadness all at the same time. i smelled it, not knowing what smells would still be lingering, not sure what smells i even associate with our wedding day. it didn’t smell like anything. just a suit. and still, it brought tears to my eyes. still is.
i can’t articulate why it’s calling up this emotion. just nostalgia for the day i guess. i remember how confident he was trying on the suit just days before the wedding, how proud he was of his choice in attire, and how handsome he looked waiting for me at the end of the aisle. this suit takes me back to all of it.
(via amanda kraft)
mike and i jumped on the bus after running some errands yesterday. little did we know this would be an amazing ride. what’s wrong with this picture?
don’t see it?
see the arrow in the picture below?
yeah. that’s a lamp, not a pole. during the course of our ride we saw about 10 people reach for the lamp thinking it was part of the bus. they were so startled when the “pole” moved as they grabbed it. this. was. hilarious. my stomach hurt from laughing so hard. pretty soon, most other riders realized that this was happening and everyone watched in anticipation as the next slew of riders made their way onto the bus. at one point, someone started singing “another one bites the dust.”
oh, and see the guy standing right behind the lamp? yeah, he was doing pull-ups at one point.
do you hope that when you get married your man will stop leaving the toilet seat up? don’t. he won’t. you’ll be let down.
i’ve written about what i’ll call mike’s parents to other people. but how do i address them to their faces? since we started dating in high school, i called them mr. and mrs. _____ for years. then in college i worked with mike’s mom and started to call her by her first name. i never stopped. but i continued to call his dad mr. ______. then a few summers ago we went on vacation with them for a week and they told me and mike’s brother’s girlfriend to call them both by their first names. so i started calling his dad by his first name half of the time and mr. the other half…or i just wouldn’t call him.
now that we’re married, what do i call them? at first i figured i’d call them by their first names still as i felt like i’d be betraying my own parents if i called someone else mom and dad. but now i’m having a change of heart:
1) mike’s dad ended an email to me with “dad” and you call someone by how they sign their name (note: i didn’t give an intro in my email, just started the message) (another note: in a later email, he signed it with his first name…)
2) if i asked my parents, at least my mom, i think they’d say i should call them mom and dad and would want mike to call them mom and dad (that’s what they called my grandparents)
so we’ll see. i think i just won’t address them for a bit.