Saturday, November 16, 2013

Woman's Birthday

Tonight my husband initiated family time which I love. I love it when it is his idea for us to pray together or do something together. I am always ready and willing to go along. But our couple time turned into discussing our future plans time, which turned into, should I say an argument? I don't know whether or not to classify it as an argument but it is so frustrating! I think I am way too negative sometimes and I lack hope in the future. But I am on a different page than Zach. I am working a menial, low-paid job, and I have a degree. A degree that i worked very hard for, and one which I did well at. It is painful to not have a meaningful job after all of that. This experience causes me to lose confidence in ones ability to always get a job that pays for the student loans after college.
I planned to go to grad school when I came home from my mission in Russia, and I fell in love with the idea of becoming a landscape architect. There is really only one option for me in that field, and that is University of Idaho. No other university in Idaho has the program, AND no school out of state is affordable. Before I met Zach I was applying to get into the master's program there, and I got in. Anyways, a semester later, after turning that school down, I still have a hard time letting go of that idea. Going to the University of Idaho, however, is not a good idea for Zach. He is already behind in his education, and if we went there, who knows how his credits might transfer. Our ultimate goal is for him to work and me to not have to work. I really want to be a mom. So if our ultimate goal is for him to be the breadwinner, shouldn't his education be the priority. Yes. I then have decided that I could get a teaching certificate and teach high school while we study at his original university (to which we are transferring back). His school will not let me take classes there, and I cannot get a teaching certificate there.
Anyways we talked, and sometimes I just feel like I'm talking to a wall. No input, and no response. Sometimes I wonder if he understands my side, but maybe I don't understand his. But he doesn't say much about his point of view, and I certainly don't feel any caring or concern for what I am sacrificing and giving up. So far from day 5 of our marriage I have been working at a job which I hate in order to almost make ends meet.

Monday, January 31, 2011

My husband pointed out to me that the last two blogs were both about his cookies. Oops, I guess we know what is often on my mind in the evening. Well it is Sunday and another week has come and gone. I sometimes wonder where we're heading and I think it is important to take a look at our daily activities and see where it's taking us. My days are often mundane, full of driving to work and driving home from work 11 hours later. If I were to be totally honest, I want nothing more than to be a mom. I fear nothing more than being a mom.

Today we talked with my husband's family on skype. I love them. They keep teasing us about when we're going to have kids and stuff, and I think of it as nothing but a joke but the reality is, it could happen. I always fear that it would never happen to me, even when we want it to.

Sometimes when my husband talks to his family I see another side of him. I feel weird. Like I'm not really his wife or something. Sometimes I wonder how well we really know each other.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Husband's cookies

I would like to say that one talent my husband has mastered, is making chocolate chip cookies. They are no nonsense, no nuts, simply chocolate chip cookies, the original. Today while taste testing a cookie after pulling them out of the oven he said, "When I was making these I thought they would be the best in the world, but now...confirmed." I would have to agree.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Woman

It is so nice to come home from a long day at work to somebody who loves me. Especially to someone as hot as my man!

One talent Jason has (Jason is his code name because we're supposed to be anonymous--like Jason Bourne) is that he makes PERFECT chocolate chip cookies. I haven't met a chocolate chip cookie that I like more than his. Anyways, he decided to not eat so much sugar anymore, so that means no more chocolate chip cookies. That lasted about a week.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Man

I think that all men would agree that having your hand down your pants while you watch sports center is one of the best things ever, well besides the obvious that is! So we created this blog and wanted it to be anonymous and yet we have a picture of our selves. Now the question really is, how are we going to tell our friends and family about it? so mom, "I'm writing this blog. you should check it out! it's totally awesome!" or "I was surfing the web and came upon this gnarly blog the other day, you should check it out." or we could add it to face book because we all know that the world checks their FB every five seconds. all of these ideas could come across as an obvious idea that you're trying to be cool like the rest of the world and start your own blog and lose the anonymousity of it all. i guess at the end of the day, I'll still be the juvenile guy in my spider man t-shirt who loves the women.

signing off,

~ The Man

Woman

Zach and I met in February of 2010, and got engaged in May and married in August of 2010. I fell in love with him because he first loved me so freely. And it was always comfortable and fun around him. He made me feel beautiful. I am still glad that I married him, though I'm sure people out there would think, "well that's just because you're still in the honeymoon stage," but what a fun stage to be in. I hope we can make the honeymoon last for at least 50 years.
We still believe in marriage, which I think is a lot more than what most people these days believe in, at least that's what it seems.

signing off,
Woman

Day 1

Here we have Zachary-man- and Leslie-woman. It seems to always be an interesting topic, duality of the sexes that is. So here is a blog about the Man's perspective and the Woman's.