Just because he can.

My husband and I agree on most stuff, we have similar hobbies and passions and views on the world however when it comes to decorating our home we couldn’t be more different. How can a man who agrees with me on what sports teams to cheer for and which holidays are most important not share my vision for how our home should look. He likes leather and glass and shiny steel… I like light woods and rich colors and neutral tones. We literally could not be more different in how we decorate. His idea of how our living room should look includes Sports memorabilia and his fantasy football trophy (think man-cave) my idea of how our living room should look is family photos, comfy couches and lots of pillows and throw blankets! We are currently in the process of renovating the main living space in our house (dining room, living room, hallways). You would think the most challenging part would be living with the dust and debris that comes with construction but I can honestly say settling on paint and flooring choices has been more difficult. He wanted shiny cherry wood floors, I wanted super light natural one’s. He likes white for the walls and taupe is more my style. Countless paint samples later he finally looks at me and says honestly I could care less do whatever you want you’re the one who cleans it! Grrrr! We could have saved 2 precious weeks of our time if I had that information earlier! The crazy thing was he wasn’t even snotty or sarcastic he really does think that since I spend the most time there I should get to choose, this is awesome by the way but now I am thinking we’re you just screwin with me… is that one of those “how to annoy your wife things”? I think he purposefully dragged it out just because he can.
So finally after all the nonsense my new gorgeous light natural wood floors go in on Monday!!!! And they will match my taupe walls perfectly. I am like a kid at Christmas I can’t wait, and as I am spending last night removing the last of the furniture and touching up the paint he turns to me with a smile and says…. I changed my mind! I like cherry better!

Chuckling at the thought of kicking his ass,


The day I married my best friend!

The day I married my best friend!

Dear readers,
I know I am still fairly new to this blogging thing and I am supposed to be a wedding pro but I have come across a question of my own that i just can’t seem to answer. My husband Shawn and I chose to do a small, quick wedding back in June, we got engaged in the end of March. There were a lot of reasons to why we didn’t want to wait more than a few months to get married and to why we wanted to do a small wedding ( think 20 people small). I will never regret that decision and that day was the best day of my life but we did give up certain things and missed out on a few moments. That being said it’s been expected that we have a reception on our 1 year anniversary so that we can celebrate with the guests that didn’t attend the ceremony and also it allows us the opportunity to get back special moments ( first dance, toasts ect..) that we missed the first time around. When we first discussed doing a small wedding we always intended to hold a large reception a year later, that was the plan! However after over half a year of marriage it is starting to seem unimportant. Things like buying a house and having a baby are more pressing issues and I am having a hard time justifying the money for a reception when I am a year deep in my marriage. The problem is all of our friends and family that weren’t invited to the ceremony already feel slighted and I don’t want to cause anymore hurt feelings then I already have. What to do in a situation like this?
I find myself at a loss and considering I almost always have the answer when it comes to this type of stuff I feel like I am traveling foreign waters.
Comments and suggestions are most appreciated especially if anyone who follows has been in a similiar situation, and to my family and friends please don’t hesitate to be honest.

Thanks for the help!

Tips Tuesday

Here’s my tip for today!


I am a nutcase for going anywhere near a shopping store, mall ect… these last few days. Talk about a madhouse. I am pretty sure I almost got shot over a parking spot, I lost my pinkie toe in a shopping cart collision and lost the race for the next spot in line to a harassed looking older lady carting 2 crying toddlers and a sleeping infant. There was a moment where I reached for the same size medium sweater as another women and I am positive I saw her fangs come out… I let go of the shirt for fear of losing a few chunks of skin.

I should have started this months ago so I could avoid the absurdity known as Christmas shopping but I procrastinated as always and now I am paying the price ( in blood) for my horrific mistake.

So once again my tip for today…. shop for christmas early and avoid the stores in December.

Good luck and watch your limbs!


Buying the Dress Part 2

So here I am 2 weeks from my wedding, no dress and in the throes of a complete meltdown. Where was I going to find a dress that didn’t require weeks of alterations and more importantly how much was this going to cost me?  Off to David’s Bridal we went, they were the only place you could buy off the rack and take it with you that night. Walking into their lobby I finally started to get emotional about what exactly we were there to do, I was buying my wedding dress!! MY WEDDING DRESS!!!!  where did I even begin? Hours of parading back and forth in front of my dad, mom and sister (via I-phone) finally led me to what I had been looking for all along, how did I know this was my dress? I couldn’t stop crying while I was in it!  Dad had tears in his eyes, mom was all choked up and my sister kept chanting “That’s the one, That’s the one”. The dress made me feel gorgeous it fit well, hid the parts I hate and enhanced the parts I love but most of all I knew that it was gonna stop Shawn dead in his tracks. Thank God my mom was waiting for this moment so her and Dad were prepared when I looked in horror at the price, quick stop at the Universal Bank of Amazing Parents and the dress was mine! The best part of the story is the dress fit perfect so all it needed was to be hemmed up for my shoes (I wore flats because I am a baby!). I got lucky, really, really lucky this story could have ended so much worse but didn’t. The moral here? be honest from the beginning and get started early and you won’t be having a mental breakdown on your mother 2 weeks before your wedding because your dress is hideous and the idea of wearing it in public makes you feel pukey!

Good luck and happy shopping!