Our honeymoon was as close to paradise as it gets. We went to Cancun and had an amazing time sitting on our asses and eating. At the endless buffet my, now, hubby made a few jokes about how I ate more than him...which is impossible!
Also three days after we got back from our honeymoon we got a second puppy. He is a Sheltie/American Eskimo mix. He is adorable...but he won't stop peeing and pooping! We go through a bottle of Resolve carpet cleaner a week. So far nothing is "resolved" LOL
Can't wait to share some cute pictures of our puppies. But one of those troublemakers chewed up my cable through which I can could transfer photos onto my computer. So until I get a new one...no photos. :(
Anyways going to watch the countless re-runs of sex and the city before going to bed on cable. Also have to prepare the presents for my hubby. It's his b-day tomorrow!!!!
The actual update is that we have an adorable Pekingese-chihuahua mix.
We have so many adorable pictures of her. But she has been a hand-full.
Stay tuned for more adorable pictures!
Come and Where is it Going" The research is interesting and helpful for my upcoming marriage. But when I saw this my inner feminist had a field day.
This is just a copy to prove that this was once in a Home Economics text book. If the actual text is not visible it's written below for your amusement.
HOW TO BE A GOOD WIFE
Home Economics High School Text Book, 1954
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal, on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.
Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so that you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.
Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the home just before your husband arrives, gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too.
Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair, and if necessary change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.
Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer, dishwasher, or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be glad he is home.
Some don'ts: Don't greet him with problems or complaints. Don't complain if he is late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day. Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind.
Listen to him. You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.
Make the evening his. Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax.
The Goal: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.
I recently realized that i despise starting a new job. Why do we purposely try to look smart and sophisticated while ending up looking like scared children. Meeting new people and trying to make friends is another stupid tradition. Luckily at my current horrid new job, my co-workers are very funny. When the bosses are out we have a real good time. They could easily become my close friends if i continue to tolerate each frustrating day. I've been only here a month and my bosses expect me to climb over mountains and bring them giant success. I only wish i had experience. Yet, all of my ideas are not on track. My cheap bosses limit me financially, and tell me exactly what to do. If i get diverted by a millimeter they chop my head of and repeat exactly what each one said the day before. Today one of them gently implied that maybe i shouldn't quit my second job "just in case."
I'm suriving each day because of the girls in my office. There is four of us in one room. It gets a little tight but we already seen what cute bras each one has. You could say we're quite comfortable with each other. Starting today i've been sent to the hall office. Apperantly the office work and the girls are distracting me from my projects. What the hell am i gonna be doing in the hall?! Anyways no amount of cuss words can describe my anger right now, nevertheless the question of money and looking for yet another 1st job sounds less than appealing. So i'm gonna stick this shit out as long as i can. Just hate feeling like a failure.
Currently i'm pretty sure that at least half of the population has the case of "mondays" It starts as a gut feeling on Sunday afternoon. But it's shrugged away because we tell ourselves we still have a lot of time to enjoy the weekend. Then we blink and the annoying alarm wakes us up. And the snooze button starts seeming like a drug "just a little more" or " just one more time" Then for the women it's a freaking tug of war which clothes to wear. Then there's a debate which bras and panties go under which outfit and what jewelry better matches with the style. Most men use the smell and wear procedure. By the way if there is no delicious smells whaffig from the kitchen we grab something to eat. In college i admitted to my addiction to Starbucks coffee, it's still there when i travel to work everyday. To make matters worse i pass 5 different coffee shops. While munching on my bagel, teling myself this is what i want. The traffic is the worst. it's like you're meant to be late. And just to make it worse the roadwork is a reminder that today you're gonna run into the office...sweaty and panting. Knowing that you have another four full days ahead. *sigh* I really do love Mondays; don't you?
It's quite ironic that the day i chose to join livejournal is one of the busiest days in the office. Yet, nobody can blame me for having couple of lazy moments on this beautiful summer day. Since i've been working two jobs for couple of months, just spending a day outside sounds like a dream to me. But i'm not complaining. Many might think that i'm living a dream. I'm most definetly am; a real life dream. You know, good work, fiancee, home and lots of future hopes. With a side of some concerns, hardships and, as i mentioned before, lots of work. Which reminds me. I need to actually start working and stop dreaming about my life and spending the day outside.