Category Archives: Marriage

So I Skied In A Bikini…

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Many times our funny jokes turn in to bets, that then turn in to reality.

Recently this resulted in me, who a few short years ago could barely stand up on skis, gearing up bright and early this 4th of July.

It was maybe the funniest day on skis – which is a bold statement.

I got mistaken for Vanessa Aadland (my apologies to HER), got a “pro call out”, got a souvenir T shirt, got in some great turns, got interviewed by the SLTribune.

And I did it in a bikini.

Because, really, why not?

While the idea wasn’t that crazy to me, I learned the lesson that to some people things you do will be dumb. To some people things will be funny. To some people things you do will be something that never even crossed your mind.

And you can’t let what they think be the reason you lose a bet to your husband.

5 Years Of Marriage

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Knowing someone for ten years, you learn their likes and dislikes. Being married five years, you learn about what matters in life and what doesn’t. I talked about our first wedding anniversary dinner, our second being on a trip to LA, and don’t even remember our third. Last year we went out to Hapa Grill with MH and pigged out on sushi.

Five is a special number, though. And we had a plan. We decided in the spirit of just how freaking outdoorsy we’ve become, to go camping for our anniversary. Us, a hike, a tent. Aw.

But, nooooo way was that going to happen this Memorial Day weekend!

All we can do is laugh and be thankful we chose to postpone the great outdoors trip based on the weather reports.

Catch Up

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So I’m sitting in the basement while I paint the last of the doors, listening to this free SXSW music channel thinking about the past few weeks – and cracking up about poor KD today.

  1. I’m so pumped about SXSW. Might be the only thing I like more than skiing.
  2. Why can’t free stuff be good? I can’t skip the songs I’d never go see in a million years.
  3. I called, texted, emailed, and retexted KD FROM A CHAIRLIFT this AM to ensure myself a SXSW wristband.

KD told me she ran out of something probably a little important (reason why I hide names here LOL) to get us two coveted wristbands to enjoy music for the week of SXSW. Yay!

SO

I have had some crazy times here in our sweet little chalet!

  • We met neighbors that told us everyone refers to our house as “The Snowed Inn“. It is probably picking on us. But I love it. Need to get a sign made.
  • We had events and goings on since we returned from our great big Brian Head/Vegas road trip. Which, I didn’t mention over on Ski Utah but was almost a complete train wreck: when we pulled out of the driveway all pack up and the windshield shattered. But it survived and we made it. There are two posts (Are You In? and Brian Head vs. Vegas) up over there.
  • KK (BIL) and TD came to visit. It was a crazy weekend of MK and I (fine, mostly me) trying to fit in 100 million tips and suggestions and life advice and love and conversations we don’t get to have all the time. TD is pretty amazing and a little like me, wanting us to be a FAMILY. Like, the real big grown up kind.
  • While they were here, they had other friends staying on Main St. that we got to watch the Super Bowl with, ski with a bunch, and even ski with after TD and KK had flown home. Not only were they fantastic, the loved MK playing tour guide, my mountain picks, suggestions, videos, etc. etc. So much we got gifted Vodka. So that’s obviously a lot. Yay.
  • The same night the KK and TD leave, NDL and JS arrive. Crazy enough, JC had called and proved my fear true that Austin could NOT survive without him, so he’s road tripping back and I get to see HIM that night TOO. Talk about a house full. And more wine corks in one night than ever, totally a house record.
  • JC took off (boo, see you soon!) and it was back to what 2011 has been all about – skiing. I must have skied more days this season than in the last two put together, already. But that’s awesome. Wouldn’t have it any other way. NDL and JS were great company, reminding me that I have the GREATEST friends that are SO FUN and full of LOVE.
  • Ski Utah asked me back! That’s right. I think I can announce they actually like me, thanks to all of you that read and comment, enough to let me stay blogging for next year too! I couldn’t be happier.
  • Let’s see, what else…we went snow-shoeing! It was the greatest, which sucks because 1.all I need is another expensive winter hobby (things are like 300$!) and 2.now I’m hooked on the idea of back country skiing (also $$$). But hey, it was bound to happen (I’d been fighting it) and that’s why we live here right!??!

I sure don’t want to jinx it, but 2011 is starting out being totally incredible. It might not seem like much when you write it all down to share, but it’s been better than I’d ever dreamed for us. I feel so blessed and hope that each and everyone of you wondering why I’m not calling is now all caught up and is also having a great year!!

Good Times!

Stupid Sentimental Crap

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MK showed up the afternoon of the 28th with a dozen red roses. Butthead.

I went to WalMart and got him the only other card they had besides the one I got him last year, and some Orbit gum. He’d rather have money in the bank than cheesy gifts that end up in the storage room.

We both got nice new hairdos and since it was no biggie we went out to dinner with MH, who I totally missed while we were gone! It’s hard having such great friends in so many places, I’m always missing someone. We went to a bar afterward. And saw the strangest band. Of all time. Of ALL time. And I’ve seen many bands.

Quite often, if MK and I both drink, we fall back in to the old ways we have only just gotten rid of – where we bicker about each other. It started out of love and was all a big joke to us, but not to people we did it in front of, and we worked hard to knock it off.

But you know what the ass kicker was? He brought up this. My blog.

He called me a wuss.

And you know what? He was right. I am such a freaking wuss. For someone who talks so much I have so little to say. I am so scared. While I was getting my hair done, the super lovely hairdresser seemed surprised that I was terrified of karaoke and daring fashions. But what you might not know about me is that I am so worried about what people think (or maybe I wear that on my sleeve and am totally blind to how obvious it is).

Trying to be a writer made me observe everything. Since college I have become so aware of my surroundings sometimes I can’t even focus. I hear others conversations within ear shot. I have a hard time taking it all in. But I think it goes both ways. I have panic attacks if something embarrassing happens. If I say the wrong thing in front of someone I analyze it for hours afterwards. It can be impossible for me to sleep if I’m stressed about what someone I might not even know that well thought about me in passing.

 I give up too easily. I take the easy way out. As much as I love blogging, I write about how fun my day was instead of how worked up I am that my genius husband won’t take to the internet and tell everyone what really happened to the market on May 5th. Or that I hate lipstick. Or what a terrible driver my bother is.

Because I’m too worried MK might ever see this. Or that you LOVE lipstick. Or that CH won’t still love me if I tell him to not be so aggressive in CA in that BMW of his. And that you’ll think I’m stupid. That you’ll actually fail to realize that my great ideas never happen when my hands are on the keyboard. That you’ll think  this writing at odd quick moments is what my book might look like. What ever happened to that thing…?

So I’m going to give this another go. And take the wuss out of this site. But only a little bit, I’m still nervous to lose you. I have such a wide range of friends, family, and strangers here I really don’t want to fight!

:)

In case this whole entry is a little too retarded for you, check this out.

Another awesome idea (I wish I’d thought of first).

Wait, What? Snow?

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I kinda thought winter was over. Most of our snow was gone and it was almost 60 yesterday. So of course it’s snowing. A lot. All morning. It’s spring break here, so I’m happy for the kiddos that might be out enjoying it, but I’ll wait until tomorrow to see what we end up with.

It put a damper in our house projects, so we’re hunkered down for the day. No more roof climbing for MK until it’s gone again. I keep hearing the plow go by, and dreaming of a warm sunny beach.

So what do we do? Plan a trip, of course!

I’m so lucky to be married to someone who thinks just like me. Aside from having a cold last week, we’ve planned out a couple of really great months. Instead of getting too frustrated by house work, we’re just going to break it up in between good times!

Sybo – we almost went to see Peelander-Z last night! Decided at the last minute 10 bucks each was a bit much, ha!

The Bed

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So as I mentioned yesterday, sort of, MK and I are out shopping, aka I’m shopping and MK is reading reviews on his phone. With the best of intentions. We ended up at Ikea. Which I’m not putting in all caps because then I’d be screaming a store at you that I’m not all that into. But the internet said they had great mattresses. So there we were.

And there was a decent bed. But only if you spent another 300$ on the padded cover. So I guess really there was a good cover. But the reviewers on the internet said a different bed was better. A weird space ice cream kind. A memory molds to you kind. It was hard, at the store, to accurately try to assess just how comfortable the new space age bed was. But it wasn’t hard to see MK wanted it. When I kept saying, “Try this soft one” he kept bouncing on the space trampoline one. So of course we got what he wanted. And some pillows. The two of us added together almost equal 60 and this was our first co-purchase of furniture. Ever.

And wow this bed sucks. I mean, it says for side sleepers, but when I try to sleep on my side, as I am inclined, I get bad pins and needles in my hips. And a crick in my neck. So bad the first night I only got an hour or two of sheer exhastion sleep after MK got up. But I gave the space nougat bed another chance. Maybe I couldn’t sleep because I was so! excited! to have a new bed.

Nope. I’ve gotten a little more used to the space foam bed, or I’m just so tired I fall asleep. If I’m on my back. On a comforter. With an extra pillow. MK likes it, so we still have it. It did come with a 90 day return policy…so if I can come up with a coherent argument for the fact that even though the internet raves about this bed, I must care more about my sides, and the internet must enjoy feeling like sleeping in a wooden coffin. A space-age wooden coffin.

Review This

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If you read this website and aren’t a chicken, answer my question in the comments:

How often do you look to the internet for reviews?

Whether it’s for restaurants, hairdressers, movies, skis or I don’t even know what else, how often do you read opinions?

MK doesn’t really makes decisions without this type of review. It’s how we got our new bed (post about that tomorrow). MK reads yelp like some people read the headlines. And he takes it all with ZERO grains of salt. Let me clarify my beef:

Back in the old days, sure, normal people might take the time to write up a thing. Probably only if they really really liked or hated it. Now, seriously, everyone has the internet. My GRANDPARENTS have the internet. Anyone can get on these sites and review stuff. MK trusts these strangers. I’m the polar opposite. If you are someone that has time to do a ton of reviews of random sites for random stuff, I totally wonder about you. I don’t trust you, I want you to get off the internet. Especially if you spell something wrong. I’ve also heard too many stories about restaurants posting good reviews of themselves. And if I don’t know you and your avatar is a lil pic of you and your twenty cats, I don’t care what you think about the salon/food/gym.

MK sits on the internet on his phone IN THE STORE. I’m cool with that if he finds something cheaper elsewhere. But not when he’s all “KK395lady said this will be the best couch we’ve ever owned”. Riiiight.

Sidenote: Don’t be mad at me if you yourself painstakingly take the time to write well thought out, non irate, well intended reviews. I know you’re out there, I just think sometimes these days you’re harder to find.

Housework Is Sexy

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Dude, my husband spent the day outside doing YARDWORK. If every marriage has a house- and every house has a yard- every marriage should be great. My husband was out in the yard all day today – he filled my birdfeeder, raked leaves, got the garage doors plugged in to our car buttons, clipped some plants, and all that yard-type stuff. It’s like porn. It’s really hot to see a guy doing stuff like that…well, maybe not any guy, maybe just my hubby in his beanie and thermal, with man gloves and a rake. And maybe since this is something I’ve never seen in my life…

We’ve never had a yard. Not that was OURS. Not that needed some work!

Apparently it’s good to clean up before a big snow. We’re hoping for a storm this week.

Extended Summer

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One thing I am not a super huge fan of on Facebook, almost as much as typos, is you telling me about the weather. “It’s nice out” doesn’t really merit my attention. I could see it if you were in the middle of a crazy hurricane, but then again, get off Facebook and go stand in the doorway or whatever it is you’re supposed to do.

But San Diego is killing me! Every day this past week I’ve had to resist the temptation to post an update letting everyone know that it is the Best Day Ever. It’s been super warm and sunny. MK and I took our cruisers out every day, went and worked out, walked the beach, dined al fresco, and got tons of sun. You wouldn’t even know it was October!

We have been super spoiled with this beach condo. Float parties right outside our door, a giant hot tub, good friends- Dude, a beach wedding(!), my brother moving here(!), and enough beach volleyball to exhaust anyone. (I never told you guys my DADD got out there and played with us!!)

So, San Diego, and everyone I love so much in it, thanks for making this without a doubt one of the best summers I’ve ever had!