Is a routine too normal?

Skinny and I have an awesome habit of getting pizza every Thursday at our pizza place. Recently, I've grown tired of pizza (please don't tell anyone...I'm notorious for my love of pizza).

Tonight, I was annoyed when I came home just at the thought of getting pizza. Since I am out of town tomorrow, Skinny wants to get it on a Wednesday. I should be happy he wants to spend time with me...

Instead I'm thinking of the packing I need to do and the dishes and laundry that need to be done before I go. I'm thinking if I need to pack any pampered chef products (which I do!) or if I need to pack any allergy medication in case of accidental beef ingestion.

But when I think about it, even if I don't eat the pizza, spending time with Skinny is worth it. He's going to be doing a lot of housecare the next few days. Trying to finish our current project, picking up our new dog, taking care of 2 dogs and a sick cat...its a lot of work.

Strange Motivation...

This year we have 2 weddings in our group....

One of the guys in the group fell off the face of the earth about 2 years ago. He's always been more motivated than some of us so I figured he was working hard. He moved across the country with his wife several years ago as she worked on her doctorate-the rest of us stayed on the other side of the states. The last time I saw him was at a wedding in 2010. I loved this guy. We use to joke that we were like Ross and Monica-very brotherly/sisterly. As freshmen, we would stay up talking and he always gave me that brotherly advice about boys I liked or girls that I wanted to slap. He was quality stuff!

One of the guys getting married this year was actually his best man at his wedding. They were close all through college. Two weeks ago, I went to the bridal shower. While we were there, he mentioned that he knew our friend wasn't coming but he just wanted an RSVP. They had stopped talking many years ago and the one getting married now was extremely hurt by this.

Me...being me...and wanting the whole group to be family still had to email the one across the country. I asked him to at least send in his RSVP even if he wasn't coming.

Two weeks later, I get an email from him saying he is actually going to the wedding and part of his reason for being so delayed was that he felt guilty for not going to my wedding.

A lot of people that were close didn't go to my wedding...My dearest great aunt didn't come because she had a college reunion. My cousin didn't come because he didn't know if afford the drive down. My old roommate couldn't come because she had a clogging competition. My old coworker couldn't come because she had a church function for that day. My dear friend couldn't come because her brother was finishing his PhD...I understood all of these. I understood his reasoning as well. His wife was also defending her thesis.

To me, marriage is important. Supporting your wife on something that she's been working towards for 5 years is crucial.

For some reason, the thought of the whole group being together is motivating to me. I have 3 weeks before the wedding and I want to get to 290...that's the weight I was when everyone was together last...

It should be happiness

Skinny and I are back on the same page again. One of the things that humors me about our "fights" are they are so quick and so silly. I get upset over things like "Using the decorative towels" or "leaving the fryer out overnight in the rain when I told you to take it inside." He gets upset over things like "How I describe making skewers."

They aren't real fights. They're real to us but it's not real fights.

This weekend we went over to a friends house. I'm friends with the wife, Skinny is friends with the husband. The wife is the breadwinner, bringing in twice as much as the husband. The wife pays the majority of the bills. The husband uses his money to buy toys-legos, warhammer, etc. We got there and the wife had been cleaning. She got up early and cleaned. Wife and I went window shopping and I took her out to lunch. When we got back, she continued doing laundry. After a while, she asked me to help her move a mattress. I asked Skinny to help us move it before the boys went to lunch and the husband complained that we made them late. I also asked Skinny to bring us something sweet after their lunch. Later that evening, the guys were still playing their game so she made her husband dinner. He didn't want to come downstairs yet so the girls went for a walk. As soon as Skinny won the game, the husband came downstairs and started eating (this was at 9pm).

What you might notice is how much the woman carries the two of them. She cooks, cleans, puts money in the bank account. She has a lot of pressure. and now...She's pregnant.

Normally, when people tell me they're expecting, I'm happy. This time, I'm nervous.

I got in the car and looked at Skinny and said "I love you." He said he felt the same way. We like how our relationship works. Even though we might be mad at each other or say stupid things-overall we're a team. We have a team mindset. I have no hard feelings towards Skinny about anything. Yes I make more. Yes I do more housework but he does more yard work. He works harder. I don't think of income as my money. It's our money. It's not my kitchen or his yard. It's our house and our property.

Except the cat. He gets the cat ;)

The madness continues!

Well Skinny is mad at me. I don't really know why but it's alright. I have this theory, if you can't express your emotions and tell me why you're upset, it's not my issue. If you have a problem with something I've done, and you tell me, I will try not to do it again.

Today hasn't exactly been the best of days. I'm allergic to beef. I have been testing it out the past few weeks and trying to sneak a bite in here or there. Well today, I tried. And the rest of the afternoon, I felt bad.

I get home and piss Skinny off and so now I'm blogging my dirty laundry. I really should be working on cleaning. We have the home inspection for our little girl tomorrow. I'm pretty pumped. I know I could clean it enough in 4 hours to make it look awesome. I started laundry and have pulled weeds. I just need to dust and vacuum a bit. The couch looks a little on the rough side but it is a cream colored couch and my animals are black and we do a lot of DIY stuff so we don't always have clean bottoms when we sit.

Then to make matters more odd, the dog won't stop barking at the neighbors. I'm not sure why but it's a new annoyance. It does break the silence of Skinny not talking to me though.

So yeah, that ramble is brought to you by the letter W.

W can be used in words like WHINE as well as words like WINE which might also be the solution here.

Hope on the horizon.

I don't know who came up with that saying...but....she was a genius!

A few weeks ago, Skinny and I were looking to adopt another dog. It'll never be like our little guy but we really wanted a little girl to complete our family.

Things were going rough guys. I mean I drove 2 hours to find out a dog had gotten adopted.

I spent 3 hours on an application and when the person emailed me back, they had JUST gotten off the phone with someone giving her away when my email came through.

Then, I spent another 2 hours on an application and she got adopted at a pets mart the next day.

FatWife was fighting off tears of sadness. I was obviously great luck for a dog. If they really needed a home, all they needed was for me to try to adopt them and BAM someone would get them. Just not me of course!

We were being picky. We wanted another one to match this little guy. We wanted a black dachshund/lab (or dachshund/something) mix. We wanted a female. We wanted her to be about 1-2  years old.

I started expanding my horizons. And it happened. On Saturday, I was looking at applications and I saw her. She was gorgeous. She was a dachshund mix. She was female. She was 1 years old. And she was Blonde!

I spent a couple of hours working on the application but did the application as soon as I saw her. The next day, we had a phone interview. This is the furthest I've gotten with a rescue so I was ecstatic. Thursday, we have our home inspection and she arrives Saturday!

I wish she would be here by the 4th but I'm super happy with it either way. :)