Jonathan got his new bike last night so we had to go test it out and ride around the block for a little while….If you remember a while back I wrote that Jonathan and I were going to start riding our bikes to get exercise…well I took one look at him on his bike and said “there’s no way you can ride that bike comfortably.” I’m pretty sure it’s a 16 inch bike…mine is a 17.5 inch frame and I’m 5’2. It was pretty funny and he said it wasn’t comfortable to ride so we invested in a nice bike for him. He was talking about how much nicer and easier it was to ride than his old one…I believe it! So we are back in business and going to start riding again…we both need it!

I have to admit, I am very lucky to have a husband that cooks and helps clean. I get home from work and most days I’m thinking, I really don’t want to cook dinner. Jonathan is good about that and we switch off doing the cooking and washing dishes. I got home yesterday, and I wasn’t in the best of moods…I had worked late, I was tired and had put up with an idiot of a doctor at work. So when I got home he was already cooking dinner and had done some of the dishes. Last Saturday I got on a cleaning sweep and poor Jonathan kind of got suckered into it….he just went downstairs and started dusting things and cleaning up. I know what you are saying, you’ve only been married a month, it’ll change and he won’t do that much longer…well maybe not (I think he will though) but for now I really appreciate him for helping me clean and cook around the house…oh and help with Presley–taking her out to the bathroom and such. He’s an awesome guy and I’m lucky to have him!

Jonathan and I are going to a wedding tonight that is at a pretty nice place, and it’s an evening wedding so he’s got to dress a little nicer than he normally would to a wedding. Some would say he should wear a suit jacket…I compromised and said he could wear a nice shirt and tie with no jacket. Well, he doesn’t wear slacks too ofter, if ever and he has a couple of button up shirts but none were the right kind….girls, you know what I’m talking about, guys–sorry! Anyway, so yesterday evening we went out looking for some nice dress pants, a shirt, and a new tie. We had a whole outfit picked out but then I changed my mind b/c it was kind of too blah..just earth tone colors and such…so poor Jonathan had to endure all this and we set out to find another shirt and tie…..well we did, we ended up with a nice blue shirt and stripped tie. We got home and of course I made him try it on because we, I say we but I mean I, had to see it all put together. I have to say he looked REALLY good, despite the fact I made it impossible and he probably will never want to go shopping with me again. He looked awesome, and I think it was all worth it. He said that this was the hardest time he’s ever had getting dressed for a wedding, including his own. That’s about 98% my fault and I’m sorry. But this was more than just finding an outfit for a wedding, every guy needs atleast one nice dress outfit in their wardrobe. So Jonathan, now you have that nice dress outfit and I won’t bother you again about it.

No, i’m not talking about one of the 7 dwards….I’m talking about my state of being this morning..and well, any other morning for that matter. I really think you can’t function great on 4 1/2 or 5 hours of sleep and that’s what I’ve been getting lately, some nights 6 hours. I rarely fall asleep before 10:30 and pray I’m asleep by 11:00. I usually get into bed by 10:00 or so but can’t ever fall asleep right away…man I wish the days of my childhood when I fell asleep right when my head hit the pillow. Anyway, i am usually completely out of it and wanting to be asleep and there’s Jonathan just talking away…I’m like “ya, ok, uhuh” to whatever he is saying….poor guy, I feel bad But when you go to sleep around 10:30 or 11:00, wake up at 4:45, and then wake up about 4 or 5 times throughout the night and are usually up about 30 minutes each time, that leaves you with little sleep. And sadly about 2 or 3 of those times I wake up it’s b/c someone is snoring. I was up for about an hour last night from 1:00-2:00 and finally I decided to go downstairs and sleep on the couch….well, that lasted all of 5 minutes becuase I didn’t have my fan and I could still hear him snoring…..That’s the problem with a loft style townhouse and no wall to your bedroom. I’m just tired of being tired….between lack of sleep and my heart meds that make you sleepy I have no chance! Oh well, maybe tonight I’ll get some sleep.

So we were just sitting around last night and I was trying to get comfortable on the couch with my blanket and pillows and Presley (my dog) and such….anyway, Jonathan said that I was like a dog. You know how when you are trying to get comfortable and lay down they circle and circle and circle again until they find just the right spot then they lay down. He said I was like that, I kept moving until I got comfy, I was not circling like a dog. So to that I say, Presley let us circle and move around until we get comfy…we’re the ones that are going to have to lay that way, not anyone else….they can make fun of us all they want, but in the end I’ll be comfortable!

Since I’m used to sleeping by myself and no one else in the bed, I’m used to having all the sheets and blankets for myself….I think Jonathan is the same way. Subconsciously both of us are still in that mind frame and steal the covers in the middle of the night. I’ll wake up and have like half of my body covered with the blanket and Jonathan has the rest of the KING size blanket, so I just pull enough to cover me, not to take any from him…then a little while later, he’ll wake up and pull them over to his side not thinking and it will happen again, so I have to pull them back to over. Then he’ll roll over or I’ll roll over and end up pulling the rest of the blanket with me so he’ll have to pull it back over and it’s a vicious cycle. Then there’s the problem with the fan…I have to sleep with a fan blowing right on me at night….sometimes he gets cold with it, but do you really think I’m gonna turn that fan off-ah, that’s a big fat NO. I can’t sleep without it. The only thing saving me is that our bedroom is upstairs so it gets rather warm up there at night, and we’re both kind of cheap and don’t want to pay more for electricity than we have to so we leave the thermostat on 80 at night….It’s not bad, really. Anyway, moral of the story–sometimes it takes a while to get used to someone else being in the bed and taking your covers.

This doesn’t really fall into the category of living with a boy but I would have to agree with Jonathan on his post about dogs. Living with my dog Presley isn’t easy. She is cooped up in a kennel all day and you have to put her on a leash and walk her outside to get her to take care of business. She jumps up on the bed and couch all the time hoping just maybe we’ll let her stay there a while. Even though she is a little crazy and neurotic at times, she’s still a good dog…she just needs a big backyard-or a backyard in general!
So living with a boy-like I said in the last post, I grew up with two brothers so living with a boy isn’t that different for me. I have forgotten some stuff since liing with them though. Why do guys feel the need to put everything in the dishwasher, I mean everything. And not only do they put it all in the dishwasher, they hardly rinse it off…thinking “the dishwasher will get all the junk off”….well, yes but only if you run it right then. If you put a plate with food stuck on it in the dishwasher on Monday, chances are that by wednesday when you finally run the dishwasher it won’t come off. Big pots and pans do not need to go into the dishwasher, you can hand wash them…a long with other things. I put few things in the washer and wash all the rest…ya it’s a little more work, but I don’t like going to get something you need to cook with and it’s sitting in the washer waiting to be washed. Just a little soap box of mine.
Another thing, growing up, I was always taught that whites are all washed together and darks are washed together, not whites and darks in one load. I’m sure Jonathan was raised this way too, but somewhere between living at home and now he has forgotten this…he looked at me like I was crazy because I only washed my whites in a load and not colors with it. “That’s how you keep your whites white–it’s called bleach.” I said. It’s just funny to see things and note the differences in how we do them. Granted there aren’t too many.

Well, Jonathan has started a new category called “living with a girl”. A friend of his stared one when she got married and we both liked the idea so we also started one. I grew up with 2 brothers so it’s not a big shock living with a boy…but it is different living with a boy that’s not your brother. The main thing I’ve learned over the last 8 days is….

*Boys can be clean but they still have a lot of clutter that goes everywhere. I like things clean and straightened…it doesn’t have to be perfect just not cluttered. As I sit here typing I’m looking at our table filled with junk….i can’t see the top of the table!

More to come later