Bored at work with nothing to do...

Tulsa is a frozen tundra; my house has no power; my office does. So obviously, I am at work. Flip side of that is that there is nothing to do, because no one else is working. So I get to blog all day. Every time I think about leaving, I see another sheet of ice fall off the building across the street from me. That is not a risk I am willing to take. That is just a headline waiting to happen.

Marriage is awesome, but it changes things...

• bar conversations - I walked into the strangest conversation between Matt and one of his good friends, who is married with a kid. They used to be hippy friends together and talk about bands and camping and sports. They were talking about financial planning and retirement funds and college funds etc. Later Matt told me "that was the final moment when I realized I am REALLY married and so are my friends. We are adults who talk about those things." Neither of us ever thought we would be grown ups one day.
• getting hit on - When you are single and getting hit on all the time (at least thats what it seems like it used to be) it was really annoying and creepy. Once you get a ring, it is like this shield that makes you invincible to every male in the room - except for EXTREME creepy creepersons. But even when you get hit on by the creepiest guy in the room, it is exciting because SOMEONE hit on you and it wasn't your husband! That means you are still hot!
  
• girls are skanky whores - the second guys put on a wedding ring, they immediately become irresistibly hot to skank whores. I mean it, Matt has been blatantly hit on with me sitting next to him. Turns out, this happens to alot of Matt's friends and is pretty common. WTF?! I don't understand it. If anyone figures it out, catch me up.
• Privacy and TMI are a thing of the past. I will not explain further; use your imagination.
• When you are single and dating, you want grand gestures from guys to prove their interest. Marriage is all about the little things. For example, this weekend we went to lunch and decided to get cobbler to go for later. I got up to go to the bathroom and told Matt to go ahead and order it. He asked what kind I wanted (I like blackberry, he likes peach). I said "I think we got blackberry last time; I'm fine with peach this time." When I got it out to eat later, it was blackberry :)
• Kids - before you were praying that you didn't get pregnant and how horrible it would be to tell your family (especially your dad) and friends that you are pregnant. I don't care what century it is - we are still going to talk about it if you get pregnant before you are married. Now that we are married, people expect you to have kids. Realizing this was my first big "so we are really married" moment. I realized that instead of my mom going "Oh Rachel..." she would pee her pants with excitement. I'm not going to lie, it is still going to be strange telling our families that we are pregnant (yes, it's a "we" situation). What says "Hey family, we are doing it ALOT" more than "we're having a kid"?!
• Two incomes - this rocks!

There are SO many other things it changes... I will keep you posted as I figure them out. I am going to go home and keep my dogs company.

Enjoy!

Take THAT "cool people"

Matt and I used to be cool. We were cool before we started dating, we were cool when we were dating, we were even cool when we were engaged. We jumped into being old and married with both feet. Don't get me wrong, we go out. We still go out and drink and have a good time and mingle. We just dont do it as frequently or as strong as we used to. For instance... A few weekends ago I told Matt and Blaze "I want to get shit faced!" So I did. I wasn't the drunkest I have ever been by any means. This is where being old comes in. I started throwing up around 6 am and didnt fully recover until about 3 in the afternoon.
This weekend was different. A friend from work had an ugly Christmas Sweater party - in Claremore (who lives in Claremore and WHY?!). So we went. Matt, the awesome husband that he is, stayed sober so I could drink and mingle with my work friends. So I did. Then Matt's friends called from McNellies around 11. So we went there. (yes, we did in fact wear our ugly Christmas sweaters to the bar - proudly) I am happy to report that we closed a bar. We were so proud of ourselves. We even slept in bed until 1 in the afternoon. I dont remember the last time I did that! Mind you, it was NOT because we were hung over - we weren't. The power was out, so what else were we supposed to do? Besides, we are too cool for hangovers :)

So take that "cool people"! We are married, we go out, we close bars, we sleep till noon! We are cool again! Until next weekend atleast.

Side note for all those people who think that being married will hurt your partying and going out: it really makes it better. Case in point: When you are single and drunk and home alone and get hungry when you are already in bed, what do you do? You lay there miserably wishing you could pass out so you stop thinking about it. When you are married, there is someone who will make you a turkey and cheese sandwich when you are drunk and spiny.

Cast of My Life

Rachel (me) - I am 24, married, and work in Marketing. I love my job, and although there are great perks and benefits, the best is that I can wear jeans and a t-shirt every day if I want to. I love fashion, mainly shoes. The taller and pointy-er the better. Nine West and BCBG are my favorite. My favorite color is pink, but I try not to be obnoxious about it. I can be very hyper and loud and excited, and 10 minutes later be quiet and calm. I have a Brittany Spaniel named Lola who I am overly obsessed with. I have OCD, but only about very random things. My husband tells me I am ridiculous.

Matt (my husband) - Matt is 29 and is an operations manager for a cleaning company. From what I understand of his job, he drives around to his accounts and gets to see what everyone else does at work. His job fascinates me. Matt is everyone's best friend. He could talk to a brick wall. He has an Irish Setter named Bleu - he might be mentally retarded. He lets me be a spoiled brat - he tells me about it, but he still lets me do it. He is obsessed with sports. He once interviewed for a sports web site job and had to take a test to test his sports knowledge. He found 3 mistakes on the test. Arkansas Razorbacks are one of his main reasons for living. One of the most romantic things he has ever said to me is: " I love you more than the Razorbacks." He is just as ridiculous as I am. There is no doubt in my mind I would be lost with out him.

Blaze (good friend) - Blaze and I met the first day of Rush my freshman year. She was a Junior and I was her "rush crush". Blaze, I am here and now officially giving you full credit for me joining the house. Blaze is just as, if not more, ridiculous as I am, but would never admit it. She loves shoes, but not to the disgusting level that I do. We have been told that we each live in our own world and just occasionally our worlds collide. Its funny because its true. Her fiance and my husband are friends, and so we get to hang out alot - which is funny and dangerous.

Emily (good friend) - Emily and I hated each other freshman year. Since then, we are best friends. We have been roommates since our sophomore year. Emily moved to Austin last year and I miss her alot more than I admit. Todd, her boyfriend of 2 years (3?) proposed last weekend. I am excited to announce that she said yes. Sometimes I think about how brave she is for moving to Austin all by herself, but then I think about how sad she is sometimes, and that makes me sad, so I have to stop thinking about it.

Lola (my dog) - If you don't love Lola, you have no soul. She is so lovey and calm and just freakin adorable. She is really just an oversized cat, but I'm allergic to cats, so I'm glad she is a dog. She is very sassy. I rescued her from the pound; she was a puppymill mom. I tell everyone she is a recovered whore. This is Lola. She ate my pink fuzzy slipper. We were meant for each other.

Welcome to my blog. I move fast, so catch up...

Yes, I now have a blog. I made fun of my friends who have them before, and now I have one. I'll say it for you, I am a hipocrit. My friend Blaze (yes thats her real name) asked me to start a blog about being married and fabulous, because I am both. She is engaged - which is a strange state, which I am sure I will blog about later, and several of her friends are single. Not only are they single, but they have gotten it in their heads that we married people are trying to "recruit them" and are anti- single and only talk about (and blog about I'm told) how fabulous and great it is to be single and we are just jealous.

For the record, I am very ecstatically married. I'm a newly-wed and I'm told its a phase. So here it is, my Married and Fabulous blog.

If you are going to be reading this regularly, you should atleast have some idea of who the main players are. I will call the the main cast (mainly because I am convinced I should have my own TV show).

I am 24 and my husband Matt, is 29. We met in 2005 when we were both working for the Drillers, a minor league baseball team. One of my best friends, Blaze, worked there with her boyfriend (now fiance) Dave. They got me the job in the ticket office since I was broke because I was interning for the summer. Matt was the assistant manager of the ticket office. For those having trouble keeping up, I dated and married my boss. Neither of us works there anymore, so its a non-issue other than its a funny "how we met" story.

Long story short, we dated long distance for about a year, moved in together, got engaged, got married, bought a house. We've been married for 6 months on Sunday (yes, we celebrate our anniversary every month) I'd told we move fast. What can I say - when you know, you know. I told Blaze and my roommates Kelly and Emily we were going to get married - this was before I had even gone on a date with him.

We are very much in love, and very much obsessed with each other. We always like to pick at each other and make fun of each other. We are aware that we can be nauseating, so we try to keep the "newlywedness" to a minimum in front of most people.

Well, there you have it - my first blog. I am so proud of myself! I have so much to say now that I have started. I guess I will keep this up for awhile afterall.