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It’s such a compelling …

It’s such a compelling trait for a woman to find in a man, that cavalier manner; that passion to leave his mark; that battle against being ordinary. When I look at Grandma, I get a sense she couldn’t quite feel Grandpa’s drive or relate to it, but she loved it. She was all in. I don’t even know whether she actually understood the things my grandpa cared about – the mechanism of the key, for heaven’s sake, the physics behind a pulley, the economic role of the corncob pipe in twentieth-century America – but she found the man endlessly interesting. She was sort of like Dorothy in Jerry Maguire: I’ll stand back and support you, even when I can’t read your heart. And when you come home at the end of the day, I’ll happily be your soft place to fall.

How to Love an American Man, Kristine Gasbarre


Lost in the In Between

M. and I have been married for three months now and lately, I find myself feeling a little lost.  I don’t feel lost in my relationship, I actually feel like M. and I have never been better.  We’re communicating great and really listening and trying to support one another the best way we can.  Where I’m feeling lost is more in my social life.  It’s like I’m in this weird place in between the Moms and the Single Ladies.

We definitely want to have kids, and who knows when we might be lucky enough to have that happen, but right now, we don’t have kids, so I can’t relate to those women.  But I’m married and not interested in staying out until 2am; I’m not interested in frequenting a loud crowded bar to shout across the table at my friends; I don’t get crushes; I don’t date.  It’s weird.

I’m not trying to throw judgment out into the air at either of these wonderful types of women.  If anything, I’m a little jealous of both of them.  I do want to be a mother and I want to create life and know there’s a little person in this world that relies on me in a way no one else ever has.  And part of me is sad that I’ll never be a single lady out in the dating world ever again.  I’ll never get that tingle about a first kiss ever again.

The grass is always greener, though, so I know in reality I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be in my own life, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t hard to find where the “now” me fits in.  I often feel left out of the Mom events, and don’t necessarily want to participate in the Single Lady events.  So where do I go?  I don’t really know, but I guess figuring that out is all part of growing up and evolving and just living life…

Where did the time go? Oh right, I know!

Funny how when you’re planning a wedding, getting married, going on a honeymoon and then trying to re-join the “real” world as a completely new person (legally speaking), three months can fly by at the blink of an eye!  So here I am, a newlywed, with a new last name and a pretty new ring on my finger.  And so far, it’s been pretty awesome.  Mind you, 40% of our marriage thus far has been spent in Hawaii, but whatever, that included 48 hours of travel time, which we survived, so I think we should actually get bonus points!

Now being back at work, on the other hand, has been a bit of a downer, especially when I feel like there’s still so much to be done at home (cleaning, writing thank you notes, actually opening our new pots/pans, actually opening our new duvet, finding a place for all of our new crystal bowls, registering my car).  I always feel as though I could be SO much more productive at home then I am at work.  And no one tells you just how much there is to take care of AFTER you get married!  Holy crap!  I never really thought about how many memberships, accounts, credit cards, identification cards, etc., etc. would have to be changed!  It’s everything!  I just keep reminding myself, one thing at a time and eventually I’ll get it all done!

Come back later and I promise I’ll post on the wedding, our honeymoon AND the awesome spouse flight I got to go on! 🙂

Twilight Kayak Tour down the Potomac River

Air Show at Andrews AFB

Last weekend my parents and I went to the air show at Andrews AFB…

 My Dad was very excited to see FiFi…

My adorable helicopter pilot showing off the Huey to all the little kids…

My Dad holding his dog tag that was printed right there by a machine that was from the 40s… pretty cool…

Me and my helicopter pilot ❤

O’Doyle’s Rule!

My freshmen year at the University of Maryland marked the start of a very special tradition – B. Night!  Okay, there’s a chance the tradition actually started before me, I’m not really sure, but my freshmen year of college is when this tradition began incorporating yours truly.

B. Night (B. = our last name), was a weekly tradition where myself (a wee little freshmen), my big brother (a junior) and my big sister (a big bad senior) all had dinner together.  We’d rotate each week who would host (if it was my turn we ate at the diner on North Campus, if it was M.’s turn we ate at his apartment off campus with his three roommates – who became honorary siblings, and if it was C.’s turn we ate at her apartment on South Campus).  At the beginning of each semester we’d discuss amongst ourselves what day worked best with our schedules, and for those four months, every week we’d get together on that night and have dinner together.  These “B. Nights” quickly became something I cherished and the tradition carried on for 3.5 of my 4 years of college, until both C. and M. graduated the December of my senior year, leaving me as the sole B. on campus my final Spring semester (yes, I was sad).

Jumping forward to three college-graduated B.’s, who all lived at home for a brief period of time, we didn’t really need to schedule dinners to hang out, it was like we were kids again and were all right down the hall from one another (which brought the good, and the bad, as anyone who shares a bathroom with their siblings knows).  Then M. bought a house with L., and C. and B. moved in with M. and L. (am I confusing you enough yet?) and we decided to pick up “B. Nights” again, only with a few new additions – L. and B., which meant “B. Night” evolved to “Sibling Dinner,” since we weren’t all B.’s anymore.

Jump forward almost four years, and we’re still going strong!  We’ve since added a sixth member to our little tradition – M. (of course!), and we’ve cut our weekly dinners down to bi-weekly dinners (work + life + adult responsibility makes life WAY too busy sometimes).  Either way, I still cherish our tradition and am really thankful for my awesome siblings who I love hanging out with!  Even now when I tell people about our “Sibling Dinners,” they always think it’s so cool and are impressed that we make such an effort to see one another.

I know one day in the not so far future, our lives will take us in different directions and we won’t live quite as close to each other as we do now, so we won’t be able to see each other as much, but that just makes me even more appreciative of the time we spend together now. 🙂 Awww, yay for a cheesy post. 🙂

Tomato and Basil

A few weekends ago M. and I were at Lowe’s and we were feeling a little feisty so we bought a basil plant and a cherry tomato plant!  Prior to these two guys, the only plants we’ve ever had together are our faux Ficus and a poor little cat mint plant that C. got us as a housewarming gift, which, sadly to say, didn’t survive much beyond a few months.

So now we are real grown adults with real vegetable/herb producing plants out on our balcony and the best part is, we’re using the pretty pot that C. gave us (originally with the mint in it) for the basil, yay!