New Hobby

I love our puppy. I do. She’s cute, she makes me laugh and she’s very laid back.

This is a drawback though, she’s a pooping machine. I swear she expels more than she intakes and the timing is completely unpredictable.

So, I spent most of my time at home on Sunday on poop patrol. Any time she got remotely close to her “poop stance” I would yell and jump up out of my chair.

I put up a new rod in the closet… with one eye on the pup.

We watched some family guy… with one eye out for a squat.

I talk to the BTB… while I determine if the sniffing is merely searching for treats or a lead-up to something more smelly.

Never in my life have I spent more time talking about the act of pooping. Never in my life have I celebrated the act of pooping more. Never in my life have I scolded a living being for not properly pooping.

Long story short, I have a new hobby and it’s puppy poop watching.

Momma Said There’d Be Days Like This

Bad days are the worst.  No one likes having a bad day and when you’re in the middle of one, it seems like every little thing is just another step into the gloominess that is an awful day.

What really sucks though is when you and your beloved end up having a bad day on the same day.   I mean, after your boss basically wastes your entire day because he’s avoiding his work and you don’t get any answers to the questions you most need answered, how can you come home, look your better half in the face and say, “Oh, don’t worry, everything is going to be fine?”

I’ve decided that the only thing worse than having a bad day is not being able to help cheer up the one you love after they have a rough one.  Anyone have any “old faithful” tactics?  Anyone got any tips on ways to always cheer up the one you love?

I’m desperate.

Pack Rat

OK, I admit it. I have a problem. I can’t stop, I can’t control it and I need help. I’m desperate for a 12 step program thatold_dresser.jpg can save me from myself and this addiction.

I love stuff. Lots o’ stuff. Oodles of it.

I don’t know what it is. I see a sturdy box and I think to myself, “Self, now there’s something that’s just plain going to come in handy.” Who knows when I’ll be moving next? Who knows when I’ll have a gift to give that would fit perfectly into a box that size? I’ve got a whole basement now, surely there’s enough space to save this until I find a need for it, right?

I also have a hard time saying good-bye. Call me sentimental, but that dresser I’ve had since before I can remember was a good friend and hurt a little to just throw out in the cold while it waited for someone to claim it from the alley. The poor guy deserved better.

But, she’s moving in and I’ve got to find a way to make her feel welcome.  I also need to make space for her. She’s been amazing about downsizing the amount of stuff she has so it’s only fair that I do the same.

So, goodbye, old friend. You served my brother and I well throughout the years. You’ll be missed.

Superbowl Parties As A Couple

When I was single, I never watched football with more than 1 or 2 people. Even then, when I did, I arrived with, at a minimum, a six pack in one arm and a bag of chips in the other. The event was simple, everyone was guaranteed a good seat and the focus was on the game. Rude comments about the refs and players you dislike weren’t just tolerated, they were encouraged.

Now, I go to superbowl parties. This was a first for me. We arrived with nothing to drink, stuffed mushrooms and pickles wrapped in ham and cream cheese (don’t knock it until you try it… really).

The girls nearly outnumbered the guys which means a few things:

1) I felt like a jackass the two times I yelled at… the TV. Yeah, I’m that guy.

2) I gave up on hearing the announcers. A closet favorite hobby of mine is ripping on the poor saps in the booth.

3) The commercials were ruined due to the chatter level.

4) Most of the conversation focused on Justin Timberlake and explanations of what “Bud Bowl” was.  Yes, you heard that right, there were actually several people at the party who had never heard of the bud bowl.

I think the only benefit of the party was that because of the largely female crowd, very few people questioned the fact that I wasn’t drinking at the party. I also wasn’t ridiculed for being on the south beach diet. That said, a big part of me missed watching a football game and not taking crap for being completely whipped. As a man, I need that from time to time. I thrive on being ripped on by a couple of my buddies.

I remain baffled as to what all this means. I think it might take me months to fully understand…

Hello, Stella!

The wait is finally over.  Our family has finally started.  Stella has arrived.

I knew I was excited about the puppy.  I mean, this little princess is cute as a button.  Sure, when I put her down on the floor at my future in-laws’ house I realized just how cute she was.  There might not be anything funnier than watching a 3 pound puppy running across a lenolium floor.

When she fell asleep in my arms, though, well, that was that.  I was in love all over again.

It was there and then that I realized how much I’m going to spoil this pup.  I’m going to buy her stuff she’ll never use and get her sick on treats.  I’m going to take her for walks and let her ride on my lap in the car. 

She can lick my face and play on the couch all she wants.  She can pee on the floor and I’ll just shrug it off.

If loving a dog like this is wrong, well, I don’t want to be right.

The Plot Thickens

So, last night, the BTB and I are having a nice little discussion about dresses and invitations.  You know, the kind of stuff that guys just can’t get enough of.

Then, out of nowhere, she says, “You know, you’re going to have to act like you keep going back to the ring store so that I don’t know when you actually got the ring…”

Damn.  She’s gooooood.

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Wedding Budgeting

dollar-sign.jpgI’ve started doing the math.  I’ve started looking into the total cost of the wedding and I’ve got to say, people are nuts.

It never even dawned on me that people would take out a loan for their wedding. Then I found this article which suggests you’re CRAZY to pay for your wedding without a loan.

Really?  Am I really supposed to take out a loan for my wedding and keep the savings account flush?

I started thinking about it and have decided that it actually, in these times of $30,000 weddings, makes sense to do what we’re doing.  It makes sense to start planning ahead and thinking about how to spread those big expenditures over time.

I feel rejuvinated.  I feel like I’ve finally found my purpose in this wedding planning.  I think I’ve actually figured out how I can be of use.

Listen, guys, if you know you’re going to marry her, get it out there.  Get to work on planning it.  One way or the other, it’s going to happen and you can do one of three things:

1) Pay a ton of money at once.  This will require dipping into savings or ringing up the credit card.  Both bad.

2) Take out a loan or other debt.  Personal loans are bad news.  If you don’t have the money now, you won’t have the money later.

3) Spread the big expenses over time and take your lumps.

For us, taking the lumps makes sense.  I don’t want to touch my investments and she doesn’t want to take on debt.  We both know where this is going, so we’re starting the planning now.  So, we’re working on paying for some things now and are making our plans for what we can take on later.

A perfect example is the rings.  We’re buying the engagement ring now, but we’re getting the bands later.  We’re booking the wedding location now, but saving the “moderator” and food for later.  Photographer now, music later.

Is there another method for people whose parents aren’t made of money?  Has anyone taken a loan and not regretted it?

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