Sep 9, 2013
New Title.... What?!
So as you can see I've changed the title of this blog. Stewart and I are over 2 years into this marriage, so I no longer consider myself a newlywed. Now, You are probably wondering why "Wannabe Trophy Wife" is the new one right?! We who the hell wouldn't want to be a trophy wife!! According to Urban Dictionary the definition is: A young, attractive woman married to an older, more powerful man.
His role in the relationship is to be her sugar daddy and provide her with power and material wealth. Hers, beyond providing sex, is to remind others that he is powerful or rich enough to be desirable to such a woman despite his age and thus to serve as a marker of this status -- hence the "trophy" part. A specialized type of gold digger.
Sooo I got the whole marrying an older man part tight, but I'm kinda slacking on the whole "sugar daddy" part. Sorry Stew, you're a teacher. But I give him the whole "hey I've got a young hott wife at home". With this being said, I am somewhat close to being a trophy wife. Give it a little time, it will happen!
As I said earlier Stewart and I have celebrated our 2 year anniversary. It has been absolutely wonderful. It has also at times been an absolute nightmare. The next couple of weeks I am going to be catching you guys up with everything going on with us. Be warned though, I am going on a cruise next week so it will be awhile. Now I know you guys are used to going months at a time without a blog post from me , so I'm not really worried about it. And btw, the hubs is not attending this cruise with me. He is getting left behind while I drink mimosas and hope to goodness I get a tan. For his sake, I better be coming home to a clean house. Who wants to have to clean after getting off a cruise???
I am going to leave you guys with a little story about my so called sweet husband. About a year ago I was feeling down in the dumps and I didn't feel like getting out of the house. I probably hadn't put on make up in weeks, let alone actually dress up for the hubs. So a Friday he comes to me and says let's go out. We havent been out in a while and I want to go on a date. Sadly, my first thought was "crap now I actually have to do something with myself". I know I know, this should not have been my first thought, but it was. So I shower, shave, get all nice and cleaned up for him. I had just gotten through with my make up and I turn to him and do you know what that son of a bitch said.... "Now there's my beautiful wife, I haven't seen her in awhile". EXCUUUUUSE ME?! What the heck was he trying to say?!?! He states that that is not what happened and I completely took it out of context. Needless to say, date night did not end well for him.
More to come I promise!
Mar 3, 2013
Crazy Thing Called Crossfit!
This post is going to be mostly about me. I know I know, this blog is about my marriage and I'm kind of boring without my other half. I really hope you have caught the sarcasm. Anyways, I am writing today about my journey into the wild, crazy world of crossfit.
On October 30th I joined the local crossfit gym. I wasn't too happy with my weight and how I was feeling about myself in general. My mother had confessed that she was doing crossfit in Orange Beach and loved it and she thought I would like it. So she signed me up (kicking and screaming of course). And that's when it began.
My first week was awful, I was sore and I hated how out of shape I was in. I cried because I was embarrassed about my times and performances. When I walked, I was basically waddling. Everyone at the office was telling me that I walked like a pregnant lady. And it was true!! I seriously wouldn't go to the bathroom unless it was an emergency because it hurt to sit down on the toilet. I was embarrassed and ashamed.
But that was 4 months ago. Now at 9 1/2 pounds lighter and a whole lot more confidence I can say that I love crossfit. Now don't get me wrong, I have cried, sweat so much it looked like I had taken a shower, and have come home bleeding (scraping my knee counts right?!). But I am stronger and I am finally beginning to appreciate the sore muscles.
Now after saying all that, my husband saw how much I was enjoying myself and enjoying my workouts, he decided to join. And that was fine. He was doing the workout away from me and we managed to stay supportive each other ( I can kinda be competitive and I will talk shit like the best of them, even to my husband). And one day all that changed.
It was called a partner workout. I was the only girl and the coach didn't want to pair me up with another guy. So guess who I was stuck with as a partner. Yep, that's right, my husband. Let me tell you, it brought out some pretty bad sides of us. I was frustrated with him, he was frustrated with me. It was bad. But we got though it and had a great workout. Everything went back to normal. Until another partner workout, and I was partnered with the hubs again. And same thing happened. I mean it was like we were in couples counseling!! "Work together, be supportive". Ugh!!!!! But once again, we made it through and survived. After both workouts were over I appreciated him being my partner (only after it was over of course).
But we have finally found a way that we can workout together. And I honestly believe this has brought us closer. It has also made me want to punch him in the face. Who wants to be asked a thousand questions after a hard workout?! Nobody!!
On October 30th I joined the local crossfit gym. I wasn't too happy with my weight and how I was feeling about myself in general. My mother had confessed that she was doing crossfit in Orange Beach and loved it and she thought I would like it. So she signed me up (kicking and screaming of course). And that's when it began.
My first week was awful, I was sore and I hated how out of shape I was in. I cried because I was embarrassed about my times and performances. When I walked, I was basically waddling. Everyone at the office was telling me that I walked like a pregnant lady. And it was true!! I seriously wouldn't go to the bathroom unless it was an emergency because it hurt to sit down on the toilet. I was embarrassed and ashamed.
But that was 4 months ago. Now at 9 1/2 pounds lighter and a whole lot more confidence I can say that I love crossfit. Now don't get me wrong, I have cried, sweat so much it looked like I had taken a shower, and have come home bleeding (scraping my knee counts right?!). But I am stronger and I am finally beginning to appreciate the sore muscles.
Now after saying all that, my husband saw how much I was enjoying myself and enjoying my workouts, he decided to join. And that was fine. He was doing the workout away from me and we managed to stay supportive each other ( I can kinda be competitive and I will talk shit like the best of them, even to my husband). And one day all that changed.
It was called a partner workout. I was the only girl and the coach didn't want to pair me up with another guy. So guess who I was stuck with as a partner. Yep, that's right, my husband. Let me tell you, it brought out some pretty bad sides of us. I was frustrated with him, he was frustrated with me. It was bad. But we got though it and had a great workout. Everything went back to normal. Until another partner workout, and I was partnered with the hubs again. And same thing happened. I mean it was like we were in couples counseling!! "Work together, be supportive". Ugh!!!!! But once again, we made it through and survived. After both workouts were over I appreciated him being my partner (only after it was over of course).
But we have finally found a way that we can workout together. And I honestly believe this has brought us closer. It has also made me want to punch him in the face. Who wants to be asked a thousand questions after a hard workout?! Nobody!!
Feb 3, 2013
Holy $#I+!! A Mortgage!!!
For the first year that Stewart and I were married, we were renting a fully furnished house. This was our home and we liked living there. Well a day came that renting that house was no longer an option so Stewart and I had to figure out what we wanted to do. Rent or Own? It was a huge debate in lives. I really wanted to rent some more and keep saving for a house. My husband wanted to own his own home. Something about his manly pride kept pushing him into the whole buy a house idea. So I agreed to start searching for a house to buy.
Stewart and I have completely different tastes in home. I mean completely! I wanted a new house that I was move in ready. Stewart wanted an older house that he would "fix up". Yeah, that's fine and all if he would actually fix the damn thing up. I know my husband, and he's had some of the same "projects" for over a year! Just sitting on a shelf. There was no way in hell that I was going to live in a house that needs fixing, when the hubs won't even fix it! Yeah call me a princess, I don't care! So a search for a new, move in ready home had begun.
I found "the house". It was perfect! It was gorgeous and in the perfect location (for me, not Stewart). It was a 3 bedroom, 2 bath house, in a new neighborhood. It was everything that I wanted in a house. Before we go any further, I have to be honest with you guys. I knew Stewart wasn't going to like the house, so the real estate agent and I went behind his back. Ridiculous, I know, but he should have been more open minded! This house that I loved so much was in town that Stewart just did not want to live in. So, I called Stewart and told him that I found our house and he was super excited, until he asked where it was located. I told him and he immediately said no. Wouldn't even give it a try. So after several days of fighting and withholding of certain activities, my husband caved and agreed to look at the house. And guess what?! He loved it!! So, two months later and a whole lot of nail biting, we were officially homeowners.
But it doesn't stop there. We just bought a house, an empty house, an empty house that needs furniture. Oh shit, we've been renting a fully furnished house!! Yes, we bought a house and had one chest of drawers, a desk, and one night stand. Slowly we've been adding some furniture to our new home. The first month all we had was a bed. And then slowly thanks to a lot of help from friends and family, we have a house full of furniture. I know a whole lot of people would post a ton of pictures of their new home, but I find those people highly annoying. Instead, I'm going to post two pictures that show how we survived without any furniture.
Yes, we are sitting in outside chairs and eating on the one nightstand and a box of my shoes. This was our first meal in the new house.
We decided to celebrate that we got a rug in the living room by eating in the living room for the first time. We moved up to actual inside chairs and a tiny table!
Stewart and I have completely different tastes in home. I mean completely! I wanted a new house that I was move in ready. Stewart wanted an older house that he would "fix up". Yeah, that's fine and all if he would actually fix the damn thing up. I know my husband, and he's had some of the same "projects" for over a year! Just sitting on a shelf. There was no way in hell that I was going to live in a house that needs fixing, when the hubs won't even fix it! Yeah call me a princess, I don't care! So a search for a new, move in ready home had begun.
I found "the house". It was perfect! It was gorgeous and in the perfect location (for me, not Stewart). It was a 3 bedroom, 2 bath house, in a new neighborhood. It was everything that I wanted in a house. Before we go any further, I have to be honest with you guys. I knew Stewart wasn't going to like the house, so the real estate agent and I went behind his back. Ridiculous, I know, but he should have been more open minded! This house that I loved so much was in town that Stewart just did not want to live in. So, I called Stewart and told him that I found our house and he was super excited, until he asked where it was located. I told him and he immediately said no. Wouldn't even give it a try. So after several days of fighting and withholding of certain activities, my husband caved and agreed to look at the house. And guess what?! He loved it!! So, two months later and a whole lot of nail biting, we were officially homeowners.
But it doesn't stop there. We just bought a house, an empty house, an empty house that needs furniture. Oh shit, we've been renting a fully furnished house!! Yes, we bought a house and had one chest of drawers, a desk, and one night stand. Slowly we've been adding some furniture to our new home. The first month all we had was a bed. And then slowly thanks to a lot of help from friends and family, we have a house full of furniture. I know a whole lot of people would post a ton of pictures of their new home, but I find those people highly annoying. Instead, I'm going to post two pictures that show how we survived without any furniture.
Yes, we are sitting in outside chairs and eating on the one nightstand and a box of my shoes. This was our first meal in the new house.
So here are some main things to take away from this story: Don't let your loved one buy a house that needs fixing, if they don't plan on fixing anything. Withholding sex can get you a whole hell of a lot. And last, don't buy a house if you have no furniture!! It's stupid and crazy!! Trust me, I know!
Jan 16, 2013
I'm Baaaaaack!!!
So I took a bit of a hiatus. Ok, it was a long break from blogging. I'm not even going to apologize because I know that it won't be enough. But the last 7 months have been full of ups and downs and I'm going to share everything with you. So my next several posts will be catching you up from June to now. I know that I have a lot of making up to, but I promise I will be taking this serious (ok, semi serious). I know I don't deserve it, but I must ask a favor of you all. Stay on my ass. Let me know when you want more blogs, or better yet remind me when I start doing a crappy job again. This will help a lot.
This blog is going to cover one event. Stewart and I made it to the one year mark!! I can't even believe it. We survived. One year together and no lawyers were called in. No news reports with the headlines "Wife Kills Husband in First Year of Marriage"! It was a tough year. I not only was finishing school, for 8 months I didn't have a job, I was student teaching and coaching, and then I was thrust out into the working world. So many things happened.
But what I want to talk to you guys about was the day of our anniversary. We were both working on our one year and we were also broke as hell due to the fact that we were planning a vacation to the beach. So we had a very low key night planned. I asked the hubs what he would like to do and he asked for a night in. Thank god!! Sorry, I just was not in the mood to get dressed up after a hard day at work. Had it been a Friday night, I might have considered doing something else. I decided to cook for him. I asked him what he would like and he requested my pot roast. Hallelujah! A crock pot meal, even better!! This is doable!
So we woke up on our anniversary like it was any other day. But as the day wore on something weird happened. I started to become extremely nervous about dinner and about seeing the husband. I don't know why it happened and to this day it still confuses the heck out of me. But I raced home to check on the roast and what do I find at 5:00?? That damn roast isn't done!! How could this be happening? I have made this meal for him countless times and somehow I am messing this up! I noticed that the dining room table is a mess so I rush to clean it off and make it more presentable. I find candles and a pretty table cloth to make it more romantic. By this point, I'm pacing. The rolls weren't turning out well and the roast is still not done. I am so freaking nervous!! What if he doesn't like it, what if I didn't do enough, what if I should have made something else. I mean I am freaking out!! After another hour the roast is done. I was so panicked that it wouldn't get done, I forgot to season the dang thing. Needless to say this isn't how I wanted the night to go. I set the table, I pour a bottle of wine, and light the candles. My husband walks in the door completely surprised, and I start getting even more nervous. I was so nervous I could barely eat. He finishes his roast and move on to our wedding cake, which was delicious! It made the whole night even better. In the end, the night was a huge success and it was perfect. But it made me think, after a year of marriage I still cared what he thought. I still wanted to impress him and I still wanted to prove my love to him. I know I don't get sappy a whole lot, but I love that man to pieces and I wanted to give him an anniversary he deserved. He has been there with me through some of the hardest times and this was a chance to show my love to him. He loved it!! So here are a couple of pictures from the dinner. There are none of me because I looked like hell. And that's putting it kindly.
This blog is going to cover one event. Stewart and I made it to the one year mark!! I can't even believe it. We survived. One year together and no lawyers were called in. No news reports with the headlines "Wife Kills Husband in First Year of Marriage"! It was a tough year. I not only was finishing school, for 8 months I didn't have a job, I was student teaching and coaching, and then I was thrust out into the working world. So many things happened.
But what I want to talk to you guys about was the day of our anniversary. We were both working on our one year and we were also broke as hell due to the fact that we were planning a vacation to the beach. So we had a very low key night planned. I asked the hubs what he would like to do and he asked for a night in. Thank god!! Sorry, I just was not in the mood to get dressed up after a hard day at work. Had it been a Friday night, I might have considered doing something else. I decided to cook for him. I asked him what he would like and he requested my pot roast. Hallelujah! A crock pot meal, even better!! This is doable!
So we woke up on our anniversary like it was any other day. But as the day wore on something weird happened. I started to become extremely nervous about dinner and about seeing the husband. I don't know why it happened and to this day it still confuses the heck out of me. But I raced home to check on the roast and what do I find at 5:00?? That damn roast isn't done!! How could this be happening? I have made this meal for him countless times and somehow I am messing this up! I noticed that the dining room table is a mess so I rush to clean it off and make it more presentable. I find candles and a pretty table cloth to make it more romantic. By this point, I'm pacing. The rolls weren't turning out well and the roast is still not done. I am so freaking nervous!! What if he doesn't like it, what if I didn't do enough, what if I should have made something else. I mean I am freaking out!! After another hour the roast is done. I was so panicked that it wouldn't get done, I forgot to season the dang thing. Needless to say this isn't how I wanted the night to go. I set the table, I pour a bottle of wine, and light the candles. My husband walks in the door completely surprised, and I start getting even more nervous. I was so nervous I could barely eat. He finishes his roast and move on to our wedding cake, which was delicious! It made the whole night even better. In the end, the night was a huge success and it was perfect. But it made me think, after a year of marriage I still cared what he thought. I still wanted to impress him and I still wanted to prove my love to him. I know I don't get sappy a whole lot, but I love that man to pieces and I wanted to give him an anniversary he deserved. He has been there with me through some of the hardest times and this was a chance to show my love to him. He loved it!! So here are a couple of pictures from the dinner. There are none of me because I looked like hell. And that's putting it kindly.
Simple I know, but it was the best I could do.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. I know it was a little sappy, but fear not this sassy little wife has many more stories to tell. In the meantime, I need a little help. Due to the fact I'm no longer a true newlywed I will be changing the name of this blog. If you have any idea let me know! I'm open to anything.
~H~
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