Monday, November 12, 2012

Married to a distinguished gentleman

So lately, life has been pretty crazy, hence the laziness with the blog. I've been working out 4-5 days a week (I finished a half marathon in October, and my goal was not to be lazy after in case I want to do another), trying to figure out this "full time wife" thing, and working (also full time, but it could be argued that it's much easier).

Finishing the KC Half Marathon. What a bitch.

Nathan (my husband) and I got married a little under 2 1/2 years ago, and up until September of this year, he had been on the road or in the air traveling 50-60% of the time. I used to get the question a lot of how I liked him being gone, and I would always respond, "well, it gives me my "me" time so it's not so bad" or "it's fun having girls nights," but that was just me looking on the bright side of things (very uncharacteristic of me).

Now that he's been home (almost) every night for the past 2 months, I don't know how I ever got by. Even little things, like taking out the dogs or helping out with the laundry make me realize how much I'm glad he's home. Don't get me wrong, we're like any other married couple that gets on each other nerves, but I would much rather him be home and us bicker rather than us having a polite conversation 5,000 miles away (or less/more). Now that he's home I have a reason to cook, clean, and attempt to appear somewhat presentable.

Which brings me to my latest "why I haven't blogged" excuse. In just a week and a half, I will no longer be able to refer to myself and my husband as a "20-something couple" because my husband will officially be THIRTY!

Us after the Color Run 5k this October

Yep! I know, right? He looks like he's 12. We look like we just graduated high school. Wait, we're married?! We look so young! I've gotten all of those comments and more. Truth is, my husband just knows how to age not aging at all. Our future children will look like they've been drinking from the fountain of youth, and it will all be thanks to Nathan's genes. Really, I know we'll appreciate it someday, but I still get seriously annoyed with some of the comments he gets when we go out. He's 30, show some respect for the old man! 

Throwing a party has proven to be a seriously time-consuming task, as I am faced with lots of decisions. No one wants to be the wife that threw the crappy 30th birthday party, so I've got to amp it up this year and make it his biggest birthday yet. So bring out the awesome cake, unforgettable atmosphere, and rediculous gifts because I will NOT be defeated by my lack of planning, poor judgment, and overall indecisiveness. Awesome pictures will be posted after. You just see.

1 comment:

  1. I'm so jealous! I hope to do The Color Run when it comes to Atlanta in April!