Today, Byron and I have been married for two months. We have been a couple for 18 months. And it's been a kick-ass ride! I've never had so much fun, so much laughter, and love in my life. Even when we hit the bumps, it's still a worthwhile ride.
In the two months since we made it official, I have been asked A LOT how marriage feels. Or how is life now as a married woman. Or how my life has changed.
It hasn't. Was it supposed to? Life as a married woman feels pretty much the same as life as a woman in a deeply committed relationship. Marriage, however, feels awesome! I no longer have to refer to Byron as my fiance, then fielding further questions about wedding date, which then leads to incessant questions about venuedressfoodguests.
There is, however, this intense feeling of safety. As if from the minute he proposed to 4:59pm on September 19th, either one of us could have walked away relatively unscathed - except for a shattered heart. Now that we are officially married, we are fully intertwined in financial matters, or material things, or even future goals. I can't on a whim decide to work for Shell International in Kuala Lumpur. He can't wake up tomorrow and decide he needs to quit his job. It's comforting to know that my next life step will be taken in tandem with the one I love.
But other than that... life goes on. Am I supposed to feel different as a wife? I don't act differently. I am pretty much par for the course on the homefront. I acted like a 1950's housewife with a job before the wedding and I still do.
We both still get a thrill out of calling each other "husband" and "wife" I still giggle when he calls me "Wife". I love that name!
Committedly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Buttinskis
My friend, Tasha has had this happen to her many times, but until today I thought she was nuts. I never believed that people would blatantly butt in line. I saw a woman butt in line behind me at Starbucks this morning. Thankfully, she butted behind me, otherwise I would have gotten all indignant-snotty on her. And it wasn't even a butt in front of two people, no. She butted in front of at least 12 people, in a line that snaked out the door!
And no one said a word.
I stood there waiting, and could see her taking her coat off at a table. Then, she appeared next to me, with a look on her face like she was in the right. I looked at her, looked at the people behind me, looked at her again. I thought maybe she was with the group behind me, but no. She inched up beside me, and I relished the idea for a brief moment of going all bitch-face on her ass and telling her where the line ended, which was NOT beside me.
Where do people get this sense of importance? And why don't people tell these buttinskis that they're rude assholes? I've done it before when someone butts in front of me. And I love the "qui? moi?" expressions on their faces like they had no clue I was behind them.
By the time my drinks were made, Bitchface Buttinski had slurped back her coffee and was gone again.
Ashtonishingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
And no one said a word.
I stood there waiting, and could see her taking her coat off at a table. Then, she appeared next to me, with a look on her face like she was in the right. I looked at her, looked at the people behind me, looked at her again. I thought maybe she was with the group behind me, but no. She inched up beside me, and I relished the idea for a brief moment of going all bitch-face on her ass and telling her where the line ended, which was NOT beside me.
Where do people get this sense of importance? And why don't people tell these buttinskis that they're rude assholes? I've done it before when someone butts in front of me. And I love the "qui? moi?" expressions on their faces like they had no clue I was behind them.
By the time my drinks were made, Bitchface Buttinski had slurped back her coffee and was gone again.
Ashtonishingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Monday, November 3, 2008
Blow this
Victoria is a lovely city. There are trees and flowers everywhere and even at its most urban core, there are still green spaces.
But it seems like the city just doesn't like the greenery. Or, to be more precise, the falling greenery. I have never seen a city battle with leaves like this one before. On my walk to work every morning, I pass the same few people armed with leaf blowers sending last summer's foliage to the curb. And they do this every morning. Just last week, I saw one guy aiming his blower AT the tree. Perhaps he was trying to cut back his work load the next day and get rid of any dangling leaves. I find it bizarre.
One guy blows his leaves with a white hazmat suit on, goggles and a gas mask. Yet when pedestrians pass, he doesn't point the leaf blower away from us. Instead, he blasts us with leaf mess and dust. I hate him.
In other cities, about this time of year, the leaves are the least of the city's problems. Snow is just around the corner. Oh, how I loved seeing the red and brown leaves poking up out of crispy snow. They sort of provided traction on the snow. Maybe since Victoria is void of snow altogether, we aren't able to cover up the leaves. So instead, we waste diesel or electricity blowing the ever-so-offensive leaves to curb. Or lane of traffic. Anywhere that is not sidewalk or lawn.
This place is weird.
Fallingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
But it seems like the city just doesn't like the greenery. Or, to be more precise, the falling greenery. I have never seen a city battle with leaves like this one before. On my walk to work every morning, I pass the same few people armed with leaf blowers sending last summer's foliage to the curb. And they do this every morning. Just last week, I saw one guy aiming his blower AT the tree. Perhaps he was trying to cut back his work load the next day and get rid of any dangling leaves. I find it bizarre.
One guy blows his leaves with a white hazmat suit on, goggles and a gas mask. Yet when pedestrians pass, he doesn't point the leaf blower away from us. Instead, he blasts us with leaf mess and dust. I hate him.
In other cities, about this time of year, the leaves are the least of the city's problems. Snow is just around the corner. Oh, how I loved seeing the red and brown leaves poking up out of crispy snow. They sort of provided traction on the snow. Maybe since Victoria is void of snow altogether, we aren't able to cover up the leaves. So instead, we waste diesel or electricity blowing the ever-so-offensive leaves to curb. Or lane of traffic. Anywhere that is not sidewalk or lawn.
This place is weird.
Fallingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
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