The Will to Make a Will

The trouble with being young is the feeling of being invincible.  Two young people, prime of their lives and it's going to be fine forever..you push the other one's wheel chair with you cane while you try to wheel your own chair.  All this while enjoying the very beautiful view in the retirement village of your choice (in Hawaii let's say for fun).  What no one likes to tell you is to be prepared for death.  Of course you talk about it kind of like the way Billy Crystal talked about death in "When Harry Met Sally".  He thinks about it a lot, thinks he is a morbid wacko and she basically looks at him with confirmation that he is nuts.  I think about death a lot. Well, I have been thinking about death a lot today for the obvious reasons, N and I will be attending a wake for a wonderful lady whose life was cut short by what I like to call the pain the ass, never liked you, hate you, suck it..cancer word.  That's right.  This blog entry is all about my fear that one day someone will be writing in their blog about ME and going to my funeral.  Who is going to get my Depression glass?  Who would want my less than Marc Jacobs shoe collection?  How much does a will cost?  Well..All of this has depressed me so get out your tissues because I might cry.  It's ok, I can come home and look at my shoes.   Right?

Blogging Your Apologies

It may seem like a simple task..putting up a house sign and making sure that all things are even, nice, and that people can see it as they drive by...it's not..you have to crook your head to the side..squint, re-do it a few times, call your significant other out to make sure they like it and ask for their opinion.  The problem is..when one doesn't think it's "that big of a deal".  Yes..I was the one and I got mad at a slight crack in our siding and might (did) get a bit huffy and puffy about the crack.  The way I figured, the house would fall apart, the neighbors would laugh..at the end of the day..it came out great and he did a great job. I hope he knows this..

Champagne Taste, Beer Budget

Maybe I am being too hard on us but I have to tell you that it is very hard to be "getting by".  It could be worse, we could have started out really rich like some people that I know and ended up scraping by and wishing they at least had a tiny cushion.  Let me back up, before N, I used to spend like it was going out of style, memorized my mom's credit card numbers like I was Paris Hilton, and just simply did what I wanted. Now. ha. Since I have been with N, I have graduated college, gotten a real job which at first seems great "i can shop more!!!"..Right..
I have to say, he told me that I have gotten a lot better at saving, skipping the non important things but not gonna lie, one day I am going to drag him into..dare I say it..Banana Republic and like an ex addict..buy the crap out of the store and love every second of it..and for my sister in law, yes..you may smell the clothes after I buy them.

Marriage: The New Teachers

When you have been married for about 5 minutes, some people ask you how was the wedding, some ask when you will have a baby and then there are the few that ask for ADVICE. From us. Newlyweds.  We have had already about 6 people ask us about getting married.  It ranges from "how much did you wedding cost" (they are trying to budget) to what do we do on the wedding day? That one question looked like an anxious groom.  You have to feel for those in the latter category.  N and I were talking about it and it feels weird to have advice come from our own mouths, I mean just a second ago I was googling wedding stuff and now I am giving game plans to engaged couples.  I think our best advice was given just this past Friday to a guy when we said to expect not to talk to one another through the wedding..you will be talked TO. by everyone..and we mean everyone.