Since I was a little depressed talking about politics, I got to thinking about the Steelers and how much I love this commercial...
Don't I wish that was true...I miss football already!
A look into the life of a happy wife with a happy life.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
RPA is the devil, but my husband thinks it's funny...Part II
Let me give you a little backstory before getting back into meeting-coverage goodness.
My husband and I met on Catholicmatch.com in June 2008 and met face-to-face early August. By the end of August we were "official" and having a great time dating. I had just finished interning with Fox Sports in Phoenix and was extremely excited that the NFL season would be starting.
The Thursday that NFL season opened up with the New York Giants playing the Pittsburgh Steelers, Louis took me out to a Chilli's so I could be sure to catch all the action (Isn't he great?!). I was starting my second senior year of college, as there have been a couple - another story for another time, and had just been making contacts with connections at ESPN in Bristol. This was a great advantage as well as a downer since I had just been getting to know Louis and I thought he was the greatest guy in the world (still do, but you know what I mean).
NY Giants 21, 
Pittsburgh 14
While I was sitting there mumbling about the refs and enjoying my Cajun Chicken Sandwich, Louis started to stutter: "You know... not to be creepy or anything...I just want to put out there, I have no ties to Tucson if my future bride or wife or...again, not to get creepy and seem like I'm pushing things - just in general - I can move wherever she needs to move to follow her dream job or for her to get a job. There's engineering jobs everywhere."
I thought it was the cutest thing and was one of the reasons I started falling in love with him: he's genuine and supportive.
Now, to continue with the madness that is the oh-so-exciting meeting coverage of RPA...
On Tuesday, Feb. 23 the Tucson City Council heard a number of things including how the city is going to have $33 million in debt going into the 2011 fiscal year starting July 1, and that water prices will be going up. One of the last items I listened to was a woman from the Arizona Legislature (maybe Tucson's Lobbyist - this journalist gets a fail on this information) talking about some items that, again I'm not sure of, will be brought to the floor for legislators to vote on.
The first and most important, to me, was a bill that would allow anyone to attend school in Arizona no matter their legal documentation status. The first person to chomp at the bit (not to mention she only took 0.5 seconds to move that the City of Tucson back this bill) was Regina Romero. She said through all the economic turmoil, education is vital to coming out in the black.
I completely agree with her, education is huge to the economic survival of our future. I also believe that anyone in search of an education should be able to get one. But at the cost of taxpayers paying for someone to get an education who's not a legal resident of the country, I don't agree. I also don't want to believe that our city would support "illegal activity" so to speak. I know that the process can be lengthy, but wouldn't it be easier to enter the country and not have to worry that INS would be knocking down your door any day?
My family came to the country legally, well more forced. My great grandfather, Joaquin Felix Tena Murrieta, has a rich history as a politician in Mexico. He was a member of the Sonoran Legislature and was even asked to run for president. He declined due to many of his friends being assassinated if they even thought about running against Álvaro Obregón. I could be getting facts wrong, but I do know Tena was a well respected man in Mexico. He fought with Obregón against Pancho Villa and was considered a friend of Obregón. When a corrupt official thought of "getting rid" of him because my great grandfather wouldn't conform to an idea the official had, someone told the official "You do not 'get rid' of Joaquin Tena." Thus, he was sent to San Diego and worked with the fish and game office in the Mexican consulate. He even got to meet Robert Taylor and Gary Cooper when they wanted to go hunting in Mexico. Their tour guide ended up being a Nazi Spy, but I digress...Another story for another time.
My grandmother's happiest day of her life was in 1985 when she became a naturalized citizen, my mother said. She wore red, white and blue and carried her little American Flag all day long. She bled and breathed this country. She even refused to teach my mom and her brother Spanish because we're in the United States. I think that part's depressing since I would love to be able to speak Spanish now, but I can understand her viewpoint. If you'd like to hear about that, just let me know.
My husband's family history is similar although I don't know much of it. His father is now a naturalized citizen like his grandparents. Louis was born here in Tucson and has really lived the American Dream, as I see it. He grew up in Littletown, just south of Davis-Monthan, which is pretty much a rundown part of the city. I don't knock anyone living there at all, but it's not the best part of town. Louis tells me stories of his first encounter with "lizards" aka hookers and drugs and bullies.
Louis graduated from Desert View High School, avoided gangs and drugs as best he could, and knew he wanted to get out of Littletown. He started college at the University of Arizona and finished his computer engineering degree at Arizona State. When I met him he'd already been working at Raytheon and had his own house in Marana and his own truck. (funny story there for another time...) Needless to say, he's done well for himself. He's not rich, but he's comfortable.
After I relayed the story about documentation status and education and what Councilwoman Romero had said, Louis started laughing.
"When do we get to move after you graduate?"
I thought it was the cutest thing and was one of the reasons I started falling in love with him: he's genuine and supportive.
Now, to continue with the madness that is the oh-so-exciting meeting coverage of RPA...
On Tuesday, Feb. 23 the Tucson City Council heard a number of things including how the city is going to have $33 million in debt going into the 2011 fiscal year starting July 1, and that water prices will be going up. One of the last items I listened to was a woman from the Arizona Legislature (maybe Tucson's Lobbyist - this journalist gets a fail on this information) talking about some items that, again I'm not sure of, will be brought to the floor for legislators to vote on.
The first and most important, to me, was a bill that would allow anyone to attend school in Arizona no matter their legal documentation status. The first person to chomp at the bit (not to mention she only took 0.5 seconds to move that the City of Tucson back this bill) was Regina Romero. She said through all the economic turmoil, education is vital to coming out in the black.
I completely agree with her, education is huge to the economic survival of our future. I also believe that anyone in search of an education should be able to get one. But at the cost of taxpayers paying for someone to get an education who's not a legal resident of the country, I don't agree. I also don't want to believe that our city would support "illegal activity" so to speak. I know that the process can be lengthy, but wouldn't it be easier to enter the country and not have to worry that INS would be knocking down your door any day?
My family came to the country legally, well more forced. My great grandfather, Joaquin Felix Tena Murrieta, has a rich history as a politician in Mexico. He was a member of the Sonoran Legislature and was even asked to run for president. He declined due to many of his friends being assassinated if they even thought about running against Álvaro Obregón. I could be getting facts wrong, but I do know Tena was a well respected man in Mexico. He fought with Obregón against Pancho Villa and was considered a friend of Obregón. When a corrupt official thought of "getting rid" of him because my great grandfather wouldn't conform to an idea the official had, someone told the official "You do not 'get rid' of Joaquin Tena." Thus, he was sent to San Diego and worked with the fish and game office in the Mexican consulate. He even got to meet Robert Taylor and Gary Cooper when they wanted to go hunting in Mexico. Their tour guide ended up being a Nazi Spy, but I digress...Another story for another time.
(Tour guide/Nazi spy is the short man in the middle)
My grandmother's happiest day of her life was in 1985 when she became a naturalized citizen, my mother said. She wore red, white and blue and carried her little American Flag all day long. She bled and breathed this country. She even refused to teach my mom and her brother Spanish because we're in the United States. I think that part's depressing since I would love to be able to speak Spanish now, but I can understand her viewpoint. If you'd like to hear about that, just let me know.
Ana Maria Tena de Goyeneche
My husband's family history is similar although I don't know much of it. His father is now a naturalized citizen like his grandparents. Louis was born here in Tucson and has really lived the American Dream, as I see it. He grew up in Littletown, just south of Davis-Monthan, which is pretty much a rundown part of the city. I don't knock anyone living there at all, but it's not the best part of town. Louis tells me stories of his first encounter with "lizards" aka hookers and drugs and bullies.
Louis graduated from Desert View High School, avoided gangs and drugs as best he could, and knew he wanted to get out of Littletown. He started college at the University of Arizona and finished his computer engineering degree at Arizona State. When I met him he'd already been working at Raytheon and had his own house in Marana and his own truck. (funny story there for another time...) Needless to say, he's done well for himself. He's not rich, but he's comfortable.
After I relayed the story about documentation status and education and what Councilwoman Romero had said, Louis started laughing.
"When do we get to move after you graduate?"
RPA is the devil, but my husband thinks it's funny...Part I
(I'm not sure how I'm going to put this all together in context and make it coherent, so big warning - this post is under construction :) )
As a journalism major, one of our last classes is Reporting Public Affairs. To me, this class is the Journalism School's chinese water torture until that swift kick in the butt during graduation, when you realize you have absolutely no job prospects and your degree will really get you no where except right back in the classroom to probably teach or get a masters in something else.
This class entails attending Tucson City Council meetings as well as the Pima County Board of Supervisors meetings which, granted, are extremely important to our well-being as concerned citizens, but it is extremely boring. As I've informed you, I'm more focused on the broadcast side of journalism, but more specifically the sports broadcasting part. All the legal jargon and the dry interviews make for horrible news writing. My professor even labeled one of my stories lame.
The Pima County Board of Supervisors decided to give back the $50,000 they technically stole/took (that's just my editorialization, you can make your own judgement) away from the Southern Arizona Sports Foundation. The money was given to the county/SASF in lieu of the charity game that's annually played between the Chicago White Sox and the Arizona Diamondbacks. The charity game is the Foundation's main source of funding (which then in turn is granted to small non-profit organizations that provide life-lesson activities to Arizona's youth such as the Boys and Girls Club, Girl and Boy Scouts and many others). And since it's a joint effort between Pima County and the Diamondbacks, Pima County had to accept the money back in January. However, instead of it going to the SASF, Pima County at the time decided to put it in the Outside Agency Fund - which also provides for non-profits, just not for the youth.
It's a great story, but based off of the only quotes I had...it sounded SUPER lame. I couldn't have agreed more! My problem is that when I put it down in news format that I think people will read, it doesn't agree with how my professor wants it to read. It's meeting coverage so in the first couple paragraphs I need to have straight up, to the point, what the Board had decided. But I wanted to make it more featuresy since there was drama in the meeting between the president of SASF and some of the supervisors. If I were to write in broadcast format (my particular focus in my major) I could have totally rocked it. Instead, I'm caught between english creative non-fiction writing and showing how it all happened with broadcast writing, which then, in turn, equals LAME.
To continue with this torture, our class covered the press conference on Thursday, Feb. 18 where U.S. Secretary of Transportation Ray Lahood joined Congreswoman Gabrielle Giffords and Congressman Raúl Grijalva and many others to announce that Tucson would be receiving $63 million dollars to fund a modern streetcar project in hopes that it will revamp downtown Tucson and bring in a nice boost to its economy. Not only that, but the project will create thousands of jobs - according to Giffords - in Arizona and nation wide. For example, the streetcars will be constructed in Portland. (I think it's a great idea, but I feel like it'd be better if we'd had the money to spend after the fact, as if the city's transportation department had saved up for it. I'm trying to be optimistic.)
When I finally got a chance to interview Grijalva, I started to notice that he was a little short with his answers and when I started asking the harder questions like "What happens after the jobs are done?" and "What's going to happen to those people after they don't have a job to do when this one's finished?" he got even more snippy with me. I may slightly be exaggerating, but you can ask my husband: Grijalva's tone changed when I played back the interview tape.
I point this out because I wondered if Grijalva had a "short-man complex" since he wasn't nice with me. As a politician I would have thought he'd be a little more congenial. And my husband could not stop laughing about it. You see, I was wearing these four inch high boots and so I looked maybe a couple inches taller than him. If I'd just been standing we'd have been about the same height. So knowing how some men can be when women are taller than them, I wondered about and my husband just rolled around the kitchen floor. Louis informed me that he'd told the guys at work and they were equally entertained.
Louis is big into politics and we're both conservative thinkers. Personally, I hate politics, so hence the sports focus. It's all so depressing. This whole crisis with the state budget is just so overwhelming I can't even make heads or tails of it, so I'm hoping legislators are.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
First Married Valentine's Day
It's a well-known fact that Valentine's day is a very commercialized holiday. And I'm taken with every bit of it, contrary to my husband.
Last year, before we got engaged, I was slightly heartbroken when Louis walked in and handed me a card and a box of chocolates and, apologizing, said, "It's just another day."
But he's got a point. He didn't want just one day to give him an excuse to do things he should always want to do, that I should always want to do. And I do anyway. I like getting him cards every so often just for the heck of things. One time I got him one that said "Do these pants make my ass look fat" with two guys talking and a donkey in the background wearing pants because I thought it was cheesy funny and that's what I do. Another time, before we got married, he was having a hard time with work (we're talking starting at 6 a.m. and not getting to his truck until 10:45 in the evening) and I left him a card under his pillow. The next time I saw him, he hugged me and said thank you for the card - it was just what he needed to see him through the project.
For this Valentine's day, since I'm not working, I didn't want to spend too much. As noted above, I love giving him cards. So I saw this adorable "wife to husband" card from Papyrus (LOVE them!) and had to splurge the extravagant $6.38. Then I started thinking of what else I should do for him. Since my steak fiasco, I wanted to make something really good, but really chic. We got a fondue pot for our wedding and was very excited to bring it out, so I thought, "Perfect!" I'd even make spritz cookies (which you'll see pictures of on here soon)
Looking through the recipe book the Cuisinart appliance came with, I knew I definitely didn't want to get involved with the seafood aspect of things, so I picked the only one that wasn't. Chicken with star anise broth. It looked pretty good and didn't use oil to cook the food so I was excited! Then I turned the page and saw "Chocolate Mint fondue." Oh my goodness, I was ecstatic! Mint chocolate is his favorite. Louis goes out during Christmas and buys at least 3 bags at a time of the mint chocolate M&M's. So now I've got the last two courses down, but then I got to thinking about salad. How romantic would it be if I made salad from the restaurant where we had our first date? So I searched online for the ginger salad dressing from Benihana (absolutely fantastic if you've never tried it; it's an absolute must-try before you eat out again). So I'd planned the evening all out. We'd start fondue at about two and have the rest of the evening to eat and relax.
Hahaha, but I had a plan...that's what went wrong. My brother came back to town to spend Valentine's Day with his girlfriend and my mom and the rest of my family were going to get together relatively close to our house so we ended up doing an early dinner with them instead. Not that it's a bad thing, but I had kind of wanted to spend our first Valentine's together alone. But we love our families and couldn't resist the opportunity to see my brother since he's not around very often and his girlfriend is absolutely adorable! I don't think he could have picked out a cuter, more deserving girl. She's sweet, down to earth, and was so helpful during crunch time before Louis's and my wedding.
Even though he doesn't really believe in Valentine's day, Louis wanted to do something for me and felt bad that he hadn't gotten me anything. It really didn't matter to me, but he did surprise me with plans of a nice desk to put in one of the guest rooms so I can turn it into my scrapbooking heaven. I don't think he realized how sweet a gesture that was. It may not come to fruition anytime soon, but I know he loves me and was thinking of me as always. As I'm starting to realize how married life starts to make us more familiar, I can't help but notice how much I'm falling in love with him even more than before we got married (which i didn't think was possible).
Now I get to invent different ways to show him the little things: to surprise him with cards or notes here and there, because now we share bank accounts and that makes it even harder to surprise someone. :)
Last year, before we got engaged, I was slightly heartbroken when Louis walked in and handed me a card and a box of chocolates and, apologizing, said, "It's just another day."
But he's got a point. He didn't want just one day to give him an excuse to do things he should always want to do, that I should always want to do. And I do anyway. I like getting him cards every so often just for the heck of things. One time I got him one that said "Do these pants make my ass look fat" with two guys talking and a donkey in the background wearing pants because I thought it was cheesy funny and that's what I do. Another time, before we got married, he was having a hard time with work (we're talking starting at 6 a.m. and not getting to his truck until 10:45 in the evening) and I left him a card under his pillow. The next time I saw him, he hugged me and said thank you for the card - it was just what he needed to see him through the project.
For this Valentine's day, since I'm not working, I didn't want to spend too much. As noted above, I love giving him cards. So I saw this adorable "wife to husband" card from Papyrus (LOVE them!) and had to splurge the extravagant $6.38. Then I started thinking of what else I should do for him. Since my steak fiasco, I wanted to make something really good, but really chic. We got a fondue pot for our wedding and was very excited to bring it out, so I thought, "Perfect!" I'd even make spritz cookies (which you'll see pictures of on here soon)
Looking through the recipe book the Cuisinart appliance came with, I knew I definitely didn't want to get involved with the seafood aspect of things, so I picked the only one that wasn't. Chicken with star anise broth. It looked pretty good and didn't use oil to cook the food so I was excited! Then I turned the page and saw "Chocolate Mint fondue." Oh my goodness, I was ecstatic! Mint chocolate is his favorite. Louis goes out during Christmas and buys at least 3 bags at a time of the mint chocolate M&M's. So now I've got the last two courses down, but then I got to thinking about salad. How romantic would it be if I made salad from the restaurant where we had our first date? So I searched online for the ginger salad dressing from Benihana (absolutely fantastic if you've never tried it; it's an absolute must-try before you eat out again). So I'd planned the evening all out. We'd start fondue at about two and have the rest of the evening to eat and relax.
Hahaha, but I had a plan...that's what went wrong. My brother came back to town to spend Valentine's Day with his girlfriend and my mom and the rest of my family were going to get together relatively close to our house so we ended up doing an early dinner with them instead. Not that it's a bad thing, but I had kind of wanted to spend our first Valentine's together alone. But we love our families and couldn't resist the opportunity to see my brother since he's not around very often and his girlfriend is absolutely adorable! I don't think he could have picked out a cuter, more deserving girl. She's sweet, down to earth, and was so helpful during crunch time before Louis's and my wedding.
Even though he doesn't really believe in Valentine's day, Louis wanted to do something for me and felt bad that he hadn't gotten me anything. It really didn't matter to me, but he did surprise me with plans of a nice desk to put in one of the guest rooms so I can turn it into my scrapbooking heaven. I don't think he realized how sweet a gesture that was. It may not come to fruition anytime soon, but I know he loves me and was thinking of me as always. As I'm starting to realize how married life starts to make us more familiar, I can't help but notice how much I'm falling in love with him even more than before we got married (which i didn't think was possible).
Now I get to invent different ways to show him the little things: to surprise him with cards or notes here and there, because now we share bank accounts and that makes it even harder to surprise someone. :)
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Turnovers make the game...
Well, I thought the storm was coming...
Yeah the storm was how the Colts flopped. I mean, I really have to hand it to the New Orleans Saints. If anyone deserved to win it was Drew Brees. He's a good guy and the Saints haven't won a Super Bowl since the franchise started about 42 years ago. I don't blame any one person for the loss, on the part of the Colts. Turn overs kill you in football, and Indianapolis had way too many.
After the game, Louis's phone started blowing up with text messages. Apparently everyone was afraid to talk to me! :)
As soon Peyton Manning threw his second interception with around one minute left in the fourth quarter, I knew it was over. Louis looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, babe." As much as I thought it'd be great if the Saints won, I didn't realize how much it'd hurt me.
That's kind of how I could describe my weekends now. Even before I got married, my weekends were filled with work and family activities or meeting up with Louis for the couple fleeting hours we had together every week. But now we're filled with things to do, like buy groceries or work on our taxes or run other errands. That's why I feel flustered when it comes to Sunday nights - I've got so much HOMEWORK!
I cannot wait to graduate. I've led myself to this point in my education (career) game. I started the first half off strong but then at the second half, I had to switch sides and move to Arizona from Indianapolis. That's where all the turn-overs are coming from.
When I transferred to the University of Arizona, I think the advisors thought my previous, private school was only a community college instead of the 4-year, accredited school which it was. Instead of having Senior status as a Junior with my credits, I came into the Journalism program as a sophomore; I had to start from scratch.
But right now it's late in the game, and during the last couple semesters I've had quite a few hick-ups in my offense. I lost interest in a couple of classes because I'd already taken them at my old school and ultimately failed them. Another I lost interest because it wasn't my career focus: Broadcasting versus Print Journalism. There goes another loss of five yards.
And now, hopefully graduating in May, I have to pull out a Hail Mary play to the end zone with less than 2 minutes left in regulation. There's no overtime.
My husband's been very supportive through this semester, even though we're just going into our fifth week tomorrow. Somehow, it feels like we've been here for much longer. And I guess I'm thinking about all this since I'd be working and enjoying video editing all day long if I had graduated already. If not, I'd have been on the field tonight interviewing Peyton Manning there in Miami after the game or telling Drew Brees congratulations as he hoisted the Lombardi Trophy.
Needless to say, turn-overs make the game. And I've got to come back from a multi-point/credit deficit.
Yeah the storm was how the Colts flopped. I mean, I really have to hand it to the New Orleans Saints. If anyone deserved to win it was Drew Brees. He's a good guy and the Saints haven't won a Super Bowl since the franchise started about 42 years ago. I don't blame any one person for the loss, on the part of the Colts. Turn overs kill you in football, and Indianapolis had way too many.
After the game, Louis's phone started blowing up with text messages. Apparently everyone was afraid to talk to me! :)
As soon Peyton Manning threw his second interception with around one minute left in the fourth quarter, I knew it was over. Louis looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, babe." As much as I thought it'd be great if the Saints won, I didn't realize how much it'd hurt me.
That's kind of how I could describe my weekends now. Even before I got married, my weekends were filled with work and family activities or meeting up with Louis for the couple fleeting hours we had together every week. But now we're filled with things to do, like buy groceries or work on our taxes or run other errands. That's why I feel flustered when it comes to Sunday nights - I've got so much HOMEWORK!
I cannot wait to graduate. I've led myself to this point in my education (career) game. I started the first half off strong but then at the second half, I had to switch sides and move to Arizona from Indianapolis. That's where all the turn-overs are coming from.
When I transferred to the University of Arizona, I think the advisors thought my previous, private school was only a community college instead of the 4-year, accredited school which it was. Instead of having Senior status as a Junior with my credits, I came into the Journalism program as a sophomore; I had to start from scratch.
But right now it's late in the game, and during the last couple semesters I've had quite a few hick-ups in my offense. I lost interest in a couple of classes because I'd already taken them at my old school and ultimately failed them. Another I lost interest because it wasn't my career focus: Broadcasting versus Print Journalism. There goes another loss of five yards.
And now, hopefully graduating in May, I have to pull out a Hail Mary play to the end zone with less than 2 minutes left in regulation. There's no overtime.
My husband's been very supportive through this semester, even though we're just going into our fifth week tomorrow. Somehow, it feels like we've been here for much longer. And I guess I'm thinking about all this since I'd be working and enjoying video editing all day long if I had graduated already. If not, I'd have been on the field tonight interviewing Peyton Manning there in Miami after the game or telling Drew Brees congratulations as he hoisted the Lombardi Trophy.
Needless to say, turn-overs make the game. And I've got to come back from a multi-point/credit deficit.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Keeping up
It's cold/flu season on U of A campus. And last week it hit me hard. Thursday morning it started coming on and by Thursday afternoon I had a fever and was achy all over.
I laid on my husband's leather couch all day and could barely move, much less breathe. I couldn't help but miss my bed. The bed with a fantastically comfy pillow top that my mom has been drooling over, waiting for me to move out so she could keep it to herself *muah ha ha* Then I missed my mom. She would make me soup and watch old movies with me, curled up on the couch with a blanket and our dog, Fitzy, vying for attention.
I miss them all and I'm sure everyone does when the leave home. I did when I left home my freshman year to move into the dorms, but this is different.
Even taking my things out of my room seemed wrong. I've lived in my room for 23 years. It's weird that I all of a sudden, with an exchange of rings, that it's all over. Everyone says when you're in college you're an adult. It really doesn't hit that you've grown up until you come "home" and are sitting in your room, but you know you don't belong there anymore. As I describe it, it almost sounds depressing. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and the new life we've started together. It's just an adjustment.
I traded in cuddling with my mom watching old movies or Twilight,
and I got a handsome man who wanted to do anything to make me feel a little better. I didn't want to put him out so I didn't really ask for anything but if he offered I'd take it. He made me some soup and picked up some blessed Nyquil and orange juice for me and took care of me. It was sweet :) I can't help but think how amazing it's going to be having him with me all the time. Well, it's already all the time, but you know what I mean...for the rest of our lives all the time :)
I laid on my husband's leather couch all day and could barely move, much less breathe. I couldn't help but miss my bed. The bed with a fantastically comfy pillow top that my mom has been drooling over, waiting for me to move out so she could keep it to herself *muah ha ha* Then I missed my mom. She would make me soup and watch old movies with me, curled up on the couch with a blanket and our dog, Fitzy, vying for attention.
I miss them all and I'm sure everyone does when the leave home. I did when I left home my freshman year to move into the dorms, but this is different.
Even taking my things out of my room seemed wrong. I've lived in my room for 23 years. It's weird that I all of a sudden, with an exchange of rings, that it's all over. Everyone says when you're in college you're an adult. It really doesn't hit that you've grown up until you come "home" and are sitting in your room, but you know you don't belong there anymore. As I describe it, it almost sounds depressing. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and the new life we've started together. It's just an adjustment.
I traded in cuddling with my mom watching old movies or Twilight,
and I got a handsome man who wanted to do anything to make me feel a little better. I didn't want to put him out so I didn't really ask for anything but if he offered I'd take it. He made me some soup and picked up some blessed Nyquil and orange juice for me and took care of me. It was sweet :) I can't help but think how amazing it's going to be having him with me all the time. Well, it's already all the time, but you know what I mean...for the rest of our lives all the time :)
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