So, for some reason a little bit of a chest cold brought me down today. I had things I wanted to do but relaxing and medicating became a better idea. Luckily I’m off all week to make up for it.
Okay, so I’m weird. I really love going to the grocery store. I also really love going to Wegmans. I could spend all day in Wegmans. Part of my excitement in Devon and I moving to Columbia was that I now live super close to the Wegmans and don’t have to get on a major highway to go to one. It made me so happy.
Stop looking at me like I’m crazy.
I know for most people grocery shopping is pretty much equal to getting a root canal. These days. I’d rather go to a grocery store than a mall.
Again, stop looking at me like that.
I finally got Devon to go to Wegmans with me this morning (as he’s hopelessly partial to another grocery store chain around the Baltimore area). Once he saw the half of the store with the rotisserie chickens and the burger bar and all, he was happy. (And yes, we have gotten so domestic as to have Saturday be grocery store day.)
But we need to go back to eating better in this house. With the holidays and all, we sort of went away from it, but now those are over. I’ve admittedly put on a couple pounds and considering the forty pounds I’ve lost in the past few years; while a couple pounds may not seem like a lot, I don’t like them. I refuse to go back up in pant size, so the couple pounds need to go.
Neither of us are ones to stuff ourselves to the point that we’re so bloated that we can’t move or anything like that, but just the kinds of food we’ve been eating is heavier. Like we need to cut back on the fast good again, the ridiculously heavy sauces and things like that.
Devon and I are both off until after the new year because yay educators. So I think I’m going to try some lighter meals and recipes while we are home. I even have an entire Pinterest board on a Lighter Meals.
So, we bought a bunch of fresh vegetables and lighter foods (we did get some snacks that might not be so “light”, hey you can’t break everything at once). And there is going to be some recipe experimenting while we are home. Hopefully, there are some successes and if there are, I will share them here! 🙂
Cheers to a smaller waist line in 2015!
So, depending on which mindset you associate with, last Christmas might have been mine and Devon’s first Christmas. But, as far as we’re concerned, this is our first Christmas.
We spent a couple hours together last year for Devon’s annual family Christmas celebration but that was it. So we don’t count that. Last year was actually the first time Devon brought a girlfriend to a a family event (ironically his brother also brought a girlfriend for the first time last year, as well), so this was a big deal to the family. I was nervous because it was such a big deal. I mean, I’d met his mom many times over the years prior, his brother, a couple cousins; but Gramma and Grandpa were making me nervous.
A year later I’m coming back (to Grammas house, no less) so clearly I didn’t do too bad there. She also keeps calling me his fiancée, so really must have been okay.
But, I digress.
As far as either of us is concerned, this year is our first Christmas. We get to start some new traditions and continue some old. Best part is we get to be together for all of it, which is what we both wanted most last year.
I hope everyone has a great holiday. 🙂
So, I like to eat. A lot. The good part is, I also really like cooking. Even better, I love and appreciate when someone cooks for me.
Devon also likes eating, and cooking and appreciates when someone cooks for him. We’re a little similar there, In Case you hadn’t noticed.
Because of this, we take turns cooking for each other. I cook one weekend, he cooks the next and so on. It let’s us both enjoy our loves of cooking and laziness. Because as much as I love cooking, I love the weekends I get to just sit on the couch and enjoy the kitchen aromas, too.
This weekend is Devon’s weekend to cook and I will admit, he has some serious chops in the kitchen (and not just the pork ones, which are also good). He gives me a run for my money in there. And as most women will tell you there is almost nothing more attractive a man who knows his way around a kitchen. Read More
I totally thought this was Devon’s cousin or someone being funny.
Apparently we left quite an impression on our furniture salesman when we moved this summer. He actually sent us a Christmas card. He’s just one of the many people who think were already married.
We stopped at Sears Monday night because Devon needed a new car battery (another story for another day), the guy says “your wife can sign it if you want”. We are at the stage where we still start laughing when people say it. Like “lol no”. We don’t really outwardly correct people anymore. We just go with it, whilst laughing. We know it’ll happen so it’s not like people are being overly presumptuous. It’s just not happening yet.
His Gramma always refers to me as his fiancée and gets upset when he corrects her. She’s like well what are you waiting for? Nothing, really. But it’s not 1950 anymore, just because we’re both in our late twenties doesn’t mean we have to be married yet. And in fact a recent article from The New York Times says we’re following the current trend in dating/marriage.
Studies are showing a drastic decease in divorces because people are doing, essentially, what Devon and I are doing. We’re getting married later (meaning we aren’t married at 21 anymore), having kids later, and living together first. It’s almost like a test run of marriage but without the worry of divorcing if it doesn’t work. For traditionalists, this is appalling. But it’s realistic. I’d rather know now that it wouldn’t work because I only want to get married once.
As far as Devon and I are concerned, we live as a married couple just with different last names. We cohabitate as married people, we own property/things together as married people, we have invested in this relationship as if we were married. The legality will come later. It’s not like either of us is planning on going anywhere.
So for now; while I’m not Mrs. Banks yet, I will still usually answer to it, if for no other reason than for practice for when it is my name all the time. Not being married by 30 is okay; I have my partner in life regardless of whether there is a ring on my finger signifying it or not. That’s all that matters to me.