20 things about the husband and me

So. I LOVE lists. I also love over sharing. ;)

So listing random, quirky facts about my hubs and me is basically my idea of a good time.


1. We met in high school, but we are NOT high school sweethearts.
         ---Really. This is always super fun to explain at parties. Don't worry, I'll do a post about this soon. ;)
2. Large families freak me out.
   --- This wouldn't be an issue, except for the fact that my husband has a large extended family. Most of whom I'm meeting for the first time in oh...18 days. Yeah. Super fun. And when I say freak out, I mean my panic attacks trigger and you're liable to find me with my head between my knees taking deep breaths.*
3. I suffer from panic attacks. I'm also prone to depressive episodes.
  ---Let's just say it's a good thing I've got a realtionship with Jesus, or my coping mechanisms would be a whole lot unhealthier.
4. My husband and are the goofiest people you will ever meet.
---But you'd never know this unless we are best friends or you're a fly on the wall of our tiny studio. We play adult real well.  :)
5. The hubs is about a 100 times neater then I am.
---That sound you hear is every friend I've ever had laughing/nodding their head.
6.  Without coffee I am not a human.
--I'm not exegerating. It's a fact.  Early on in our realtionship, I had to establish the ground rule that he couldn't talk to me unless I had a shower or a cup of coffee. Otherwise, I am not responsible for my actions.
7. If I could inject coffee into my veins, or snort it without killing myself, I probably would.
8. My husband is a crazy good gift giver.
--For Valentine's Day one year he gave me something practical, useful, and pretty. He basically knows how to make a woman swoon. (Or at least this woman)
9. I once told him that I was perfectly happy to elope** but I wanted a damn good proposal story. And oh buddy did he come through. His proposal was epic and amazing and to this day makes me giddy.
10. Playing off 9...I wanted to elope to Florence. We would fly there, I'd buy a pretty dress and we'd say vows in a language we didn't understand then start the honeymoon. He vetoed that idea. Said something about how I'd be disapointed if I didn't have everyone at our wedding....ok he was right. But still. My plan would have been a whole hell of a lot less stressful. Plus. You can't beat Florence.
11. While parts of having a husband in grad school might suck (read: Often not home until 1 a.m., not a ton of money)  I try to appreciate the nice things. Like, yesterday I was off of work and we both slept in and had a relaxing morning together. We couldn't do that if we both had real jobs.
12. I am in full on mid to late twenties crisis mode of figuring out what you want out of life. It's not real fun all the time, but it's good for me. (Can you tell I repeat that to myself a lot? )
13. I really appreciate a well decorated space, but my apartment is more likely to be cluttered then cute. I think it's because I really believe that a space should look like people live there. I.e. there should be dishes drying, or shoes tossed in a corner, or books in a stack by the bed. For me, if those little things aren't there the space--while beautiful--doesn't feel authentic.
14. I'm trying to figure out what my life as a wife looks like.
--This is probably a post in and of itself, but for a girl who never ever thought she'd get married, being married is strange. (And wonderful, don't get me wrong). But when you've spent your entire life planning a life where you weren't a wife, becoming one throws you for a wicked loop.
15. He almost always does the dishes.
--This varies based on how much work he has, but for the most part it's true. Partly because I usually cook, partly because I HATE doing the dishes, and partly because about 60% of the time the dishes I do aren't clean enough for him. (Dude, if there's a spot of dirt on the decorative edge or the back of my plate, I'm not going to worry about it.)
16. We try to divvy up chores based on whose better at/likes them more.
--Except for rare fits of organizing, I am TERRIBLE at it. So he organizes the apartment and tells me where everything is. I love to vacuum and iron so I do those. He sweeps because I have an odd passion about hating it.
You get the point. Frankly, I think it's genius because things (mostly) get done and no one resents anyone because they're doing chore they like!
17. I swear our cat is training us for children.
--She wakes us up multiple times a night. She won't let me use the rest room in peace. She wines. We talk about the best way to discipline/train her. Seriously. It's an issue. But we love her.
18. I believe that there is no such thing as too many books. My husband belives that if you haven't read it in a year and don't have an emotional attachment to it, you should give it away. I'm still trying to make him understand that I have an emotional attachment to all books.
19. I'm really proud of the way we fight. It doesn't happen often, but when it does we work hard to fight cleanly, without name calling and such, and lovingly. I never want the hubs to think that I don't love him...even when he's annoying the heck out of me. And we always ask (and grant) forgiveness quickly and freely.
20. We sit in the baby section at church so we (ok mostly me) can make faces at the cuties. It's super fun, and I highly recommend it.

There you go! 20 random things about the hubs and me. Doesn't everyone feel closer now? :)

*Ok, the head between the knees bit is an exaggeration, but the deep breaths is not. Panic attacks suck man.
**I'm an event/wedding planner...weddings are STRESSFUL dude.

The Moving Saga Part 2

So yesterday you heard the story of how the studio came to be.
Today I shall share with you the lengths the husband and I will go to for a good apartment (More then most if my friends' reactions are any indication)
Also I promise no more grand language.

So.

The lease on our old place was going to end 10 days before we could get into our new studio.* As fate would have it, we were scheduled to be out of town anyway over the weekend because I was running a wedding, and my husband was assisting me.
So that left us with about 7 days where we needed to sleep somewhere, and store our stuff.

First up: The stuff

While we explored the idea of a POD (basically a portable storage unit that you park on the street), it proved wicked expensive. So we thought about renting a UHAUL for the 10 days and parking it in front of our new apartment. Also wicked expensive.
This is where my lovely husband stepped in (possibly to keep me from tearing my hair out). A storage unit was found with a great deal and good review.
So it was decided. We would pack up our apartment, load it onto a UHAUL, unpack it at a storage unit and  re-load it onto a UHAUL in 10 days.

Stuff done.

Next up: Where to sleep
So. We are nowhere close to being the Rockefellers. So while this might be easy enough for some people "Just rent a hotel room for 10 days!" Yeah. Not happening. We are newlyweds and money is tight**
A plan was created.
A friend generously offered to let us stay on her living room floor for the first few nights of our odyssey.
Tip: A twin air mattress is only meant to support the weight of one person, not two.
Then we trecked out to the wedding site for a Sarah French Events wedding( :D)
Which left us with a five day, four night period of where to sleep.
Which is where the lovely site www.airbnb.com comes in.*** If you've never been to that site, airbnb is a website that allows homeowners and renters with extra bedrooms (or, apartments that they're never in) to list their rooms. You can stay there for a day or multiple weeks. It's a super great site for when you're moving to a new area, have a lease overlap, or are budget traveling. They also have reviews about the owners/rooms so you have a better idea of who you're sharing a house with.
 We found a room to rent that was in the same neighborhood as our new place. It was pretty, affordable, and conveniently located.
Done.

*Whew*

And now, it's D-Day. And it's raining. Lord be with us.

See you on the other side!

UPDATE: All of our stuff and us are in the studio. I can't find the hardware for the bedframe, and we are exhausted. So essentially, all is right with the world. :)

* Originally, it was going to be 15 days, so this was actually good news.
**Those two things don't have to go together, but they often do.
***This is not a paid advertisement, airbnb doesn't know me from Anne of Green Gables. They're just awesome.

Confessions of the husband kind

We're big fans of marriage around this blog. We think it's pretty fun. It can also be pretty mysterious until you're in it and you're thinking to yourself "Why did no one TELL me that husbands are just as moody as my girl friends are?" (Fact.) Well, here at Newlywed Studio Living...we want to take the mystery out of marriage  (for the singles) and have a discussion about the crazy stuff our spouses do (for the marrieds)

Confessions of the husband kind:

1. My husband is neat. I am not. 

     Look. I understand I'm messy. I like to think it's because my mind is preoccupied with other things, but frequently it's that I just doesn't occur to me to wash the dishes until I need a dish. This is not the way my husband thinks. If this sink is full, it needs to be emptied. (I mean, he's not ocd about it, but when he can no longer use the faucet, it starts to bug him). Point is: Your husband has quirks just like you do. They might (read: will) drive you crazy, but you've got to learn how to deal with them.

2. The laundry.
Has anyone else noticed that the ammount of laundry you're doing has somehow tripled despite the fact that there is only one more additional person in the house? Maybe it's just me and my husband, but my lands, the laundry!

3. Exsperation, thy name is newlywed.
There is something about living with your significat other that is equal parts Disney wonderful and "My lands, who ARE you?"
It is wonderful when my husband and I cuddle on the couch and he strokes my hair to calm me down. (Yes, I am essentially a cat)
It is exasperating as heck when I explain to him that no, checking 6 books out from the library is not in fact a lot.
It is wonderful that he lifts heavy objects when we move. (I mean, I probably could...but it would be more difficult)
It is exasperating when we are moving/packing and I literally don't know what's going on (because he has a plan) and stand in a room saying "Tell me what you want me to do" (No joke, this happened at least a dozen times while we were recently moving)

Point is: Living with your love is AWESOME. Except there's this weird relationship where because you love them so much, they have the ability to annoy the hell out of you like no one else.
I think it has something to do with the sex......

4. Sex
This is not graphic. No dirty secrets shall be spilled here. (You have to get at LEAST two martinis in me before that happens ;) ) I will simply say this:
I am discovering that sex is important. It's important to have a lot of it. (I'm talking (ideally) at least every 48 hours here)
There's something about it that brings you closer* and makes you both happy** and your marriage...better.
It's kind of hard to explain. Just do it. Pun fully intended.

*Duh, right?
**Again, duh.