going to bed

It is interesting the things you learn while being married. Particularly things about preference. The simple fact is that the way we do most things really has very little to no reference to whether that way is better or faster or whatever than any other way, we just do it like that because we like to...it is our preference. And it's amazing how many things don't really make any logical sense, you just like it like that.

For example, my husband and I have found that I like small cups, but big spoons while he likes big cups and small spoons. He gets hot more easily than me, yet I tend to take colder showers (he can turn it hot enough to scald a small child). I am somewhat picky about the water I drink and can taste differences, while he rarely gives it a second thought. I look forward to going to bed and he dreads it.

This brings me to another thought. It fascinates me how some people think of sleep as a waste of time. Some time ago I noticed this and started asking people, "If you had to give up either eating or sleeping, which would you choose." (Feel free to comment and tell me your answer, I'd love to hear.) I am surprised whenever anyone says sleep cause I would pick food hands down. In follow up questions it seems to be almost unanimous that people who would give up sleep love the idea of having that much more time to do things or get things done. However, that is just what I love about sleep! It is eight hours in everyday when no one can bug you about getting anything done, eight full hours of non-accountability and even commendable idleness. Fantastic! Why on earth would you want to give that up?

Maybe I can understand the sentiment a little, cause one reason I sometimes wish I didn't have to eat is because I could use that time doing other things. To me, eating is a waste of time...and those are hours I am accountable for and I actually need to be getting things done. I mean, I enjoy food by and large, it's just that I think eating should be a leisure activity, like reading or snowshoeing. It doesn't have to be done everyday or even on a schedule, but just when it's convenient and you want to. I could totally go for an arrangement like that. Yeah, that's it, I've decided. If I ever make a world, eating will be a leisure activity...and I'll still look forward to going to bed.

married valentines

Ok, first, I'm sorry that I soooo have not been keeping this blog up. What can I say? Facebook Scrabble has had me a little preoccupied. Second, sorry to keep bringing up the whole "I'm married" thing, but I just really love it and find that that is what I think about a lot these days. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll normalize someday.

In the meantime it is really fun to anticipate Valentine's Day with a husband, it's the first time for me and I am excited. Not that I think it's gonna be fantastically revealing or monumentally exciting or super out of the ordinary...I just love knowing that I have a Valentine. :)

i have a burning question

Well, it would appear that I did not have a November, or that I had nothing worth relating during the month of November. However, the truth is that, in November, I was on a completely different planet; one that does not have blogs, or the internet, or even catchy little titles for them.

No, in November I was on Planet Wed and so I apologize that I did not blog at all...I don't even think I remembered that blogging existed. Then, Thursday afternoon, out of nowhere the word "blog" popped into my mind and it was like an entire previous life was instantaneously reintroduced into my memory. I have a blog, my loved ones have blogs, I must view theirs and update mine. Thus, here I am.

And I am here to pose a question that has come to me following my recent experiences and a comment made on a friend's blog. Why on earth does almost everyone act like you are going to be so tired and hungry and crabby on your wedding day that you will be counting the minutes till you finally get to leave the reception? I don't know how many times I heard comments like these, "Oh, you're gonna be so tired you'll just wanna be out of there," "So, are you stressed out of your mind yet?" "Oh, you don't want to have too much to do, you'll be so stressed and tired," etc, etc. Not to mention the anecdotes that have reached me about newlyweds who starved on their wedding day/night because they never had time to make it to the food, or who were annoyed at the reception about whatever. Therefore, I would like to set the record straight.

According my my experience none of these statements or observations have the least basis of fact. I had a fantastic time on my wedding day! It was the best day ever! Yes, there was a lot to do. No, it didn't all turn out just as I'd envisioned. Yes, I took my shoes of for most of the reception cause they did get a bit tired after walking around all day. But let me tell you, I didn't care one iota. I had the best time! None of my biggest worries came to fruition.

~I'd been afraid that I'd be so tired of taking pictures that I would hate being dragged all over temple square to take more, but it was great! I felt it a wonderful way to bask in what had just occurred and to spend time leisurely allowing it to sink in (I was glad we'd brought granola bars and water, though).

~I was afraid we would run out of time for lunch and I'd be crabby for the reception. Actually we did (though barely) have time to get lunch...then I hardly ate any of it! When my emotions are overflowing in someway I generally don't even want to eat, and I found that pretty much all day, even if I was a little hungry I didn't notice or mind like I typically might.

~I was afraid of being late to the reception...and we were. Oops, and while I apologize to anyone who found that incredibly inconvenient, it was not the end of the world and everyone was so cool about it and I still had a fantastic time at the reception.

~I was afraid I would be so tired and antsy to be gone with Ty that I would not even want to be at my reception and might even be testy at having to greet all sorts of people whom I don't know and may never see again. In reality, I had a blast at my reception! Seriously, I had so much fun! I loved my flowers and our music and seeing my little nieces and nephews out the corners of my eyes and cutting the cake and dancing with Ty and my Dad...I even had a great time greeting all those people! I was genuinely in such a good mood that I was chipper and friendly and talkative and it was just awesome!

~I was afraid I'd miss food at the reception and be so hungry that night that I'd be crabby. I totally wasn't. Firstly because I asked a sister to pack some food for Ty and I which she graciously did. Secondly, because, as noted above, extra emotions tend to make me not very hungry. So, while I ate a few bites, I really didn't need that much.

~I was afraid we'd miss our flight the next morning...we did. Ha! Ok, somehow that just happened, but it all worked out anyway.

So, what did I learn from all of this? Don't believe a word people say. Their experience is their experience, yours is yours...and I'm just glad I'm not them.

i know what they were talking about

Lat night my darling fiance was over. We scanned some pictures into the computer that we are hoping to incorporate into the wedding celebrations. We ate some dinner I'd made while we watched "Dancing With the Stars." We covered what each of us had gotten done that day and what we still needed to do. We talked about money and housing arrangements and family and helped Deanna close and open a really big pressure cooker. Above all we sat on the couch nestled in each others arms whispering sweet things that no one else will ever hear and I experienced that absolute pang that I have approached before and knew, at some time, would come...I wish I was married now.

Last night was the dividing line between still-enjoying-the-planning-and-anticipating and that's-enough-already-I-want-to-be-married. I want to be married! To shop for all my own food. To fix enough dinner for he and I that we both have leftovers for lunch the next day. To talk over things as we get ready for work in the morning and as we get ready for bed at night. To know where I am going to live for the next few years of my life. To find out how he wants his underwear folded and if it will annoy him that I often wear socks to bed in order to keep from getting cold. To have our own kitchen where we both know where everything goes so he can put dishes away too. To sleep-in on the weekends and not wonder whether he's awake yet or not because I can see him right there in the bed next to me. To make plans for our money that will help us accomplish common goals. To hear each other's music enough that we realize that we already know some and that we actually like some of the stuff we didn't know. To talk into the night, and not have to "go home."

Oh the bliss I look forward to. Alright, I know it most likely won't always be bliss, but it will be dang good, new and exciting, and an incredibly big, important and wonderful step in my life. And I'm pretty much ready for it to start...17 more days.