Lately

You know that theory I was talking about a few blogs ago?  The "mere-exposure effect" that I may or may not have cited incorrectly?  Well, it's happening again.  RJ just asked me for all my Taylor CDs so he can upload them to his iTunes.  Yes, I was surprised too.  Although, looking back, I really should have seen this coming.  When we first started dating he thought my Taylor obsession was cute weird and tolerated her music in small doses.  Slowly he came to accept her place in our relationship, and stopped complaining about the fact that she made up 98% of my music listening.  The turning point came this fall when he started requesting certain CDs and track numbers when we were in the car- "Is this Red or Speak Now?"  "Can you turn it to number 12 please?"  And now this.  He is officially a Swiftie.  (See definitions 3-7).

You are so right Whit, we should have seen this coming sooner.

He also yelled at me the other day when I started watching an episode of Scandal without him.  Am I ruining his manhood?  You guys, this is what happens when you move to the middle of nowhere and are each others only friends.  And it's not just him.  I watch Top Gear like it's my job on Saturday and Sunday mornings, even though I really could care less about cars.  Worst of all?  I. Played. A. Game. Of. Madden. The. Other. Day.  Seriously, can someone please come rescue us?

In other news, RJ-Bear turned THIRTY last weekend!  What a cradle robber.  And please don't think I'm a bad wife, because I swear I tried everything I could to turn this milestone into a BIG event.  I started with suggesting a trip- perhaps a jaunt home to Seattle to see all our friends?  No selfishness in that plan whatsoever.  And yes, we DO have friends.  Just not here.  When that was vetoed, I brought it down a notch and hatched the idea for a big party in New Orleans.  Well, THAT was met with a firm and adamant NO.  So then I moved on to just a nice dinner out with a few close friends.  But RJ didn't want to go to New Orleans, and please don't make me say it again, WEHAVENOFRIENDSHERE.  So that makes plan number three a little difficult to pull off.  Thus, the moral of this story is two-fold: 

First, I never should have consulted him on any of these ideas.  Rookie mistake.  Since when do I ask RJ for his opinion anyway?  Ugh. 

Second, I am married to Ron Swanson.  No, seriously.  (And you should definitely watch that clip because it's hilarious.  And it is SO RJ.)


RJ insisted that all he wanted for his birthday was a Seahawks win.  And a bottle of scotch.  That's it.  Since I could only control one of those things, I bought him the nicest bottle of scotch I could find, and topped it off with a Russell Wilson jersey.  Whatanamazingwife.  And he was adequately thrilled.  He was so cute when he opened his jersey.  His eyes lit up like a little kid, he put it on right away, and wore it for the next 48 hours straight.  He even willingly let me photograph him in it, which in RJ-land, is a big deal.  My husband is a simple man.  :)

I thought he might want to go to a bar to watch the game, but he insisted that he was too nervous to be around people, and didn't want to have to "censor himself".  Lucky me.

In retrospect, it was probably a good thing we were in the privacy of our home during that game.  At one point RJ went from pacing back and forth, to nervously stomping his feet, to banging his head against the wall, to screaming in anger, to screaming with excitement... all within two minutes.  Other highlights: during one play I looked over and he was on his hands and knees and was banging his fist into the ground.  He has also developed this lovely little nervous habit, where he repeatedly tosses his wedding ring in the air and catches it.  Always a great idea.  Once, when he was doing this, the Hawks messed something up and he chucked the ring on the ground in anger.  Nice.

I wanted to get a picture of the head banging, but after taking this picture I got yelled at and had to stop photographing.

So yeah, we stayed in for the game.  And what a nail-biter.  My gosh, the Hawks don't make anything easy, do they?  But it was an exciting game, and when they lost I was worried RJ would be depressed the rest of the day, but he actually stayed surprisingly philosophical and calm about the whole thing.  The scotch may have helped.  The rest of the day was really nice.  We went for a walk, and then I made his favorites- steak and cheesecake for dinner.  I followed this recipe for the cheesecake and it turned out sooooo good.  RJ said it was the BEST cheesecake he had ever eaten.  And if you know my husband, you know he doesn't just say things like that to please me.  Despite my best efforts.  That Tessy.  She really knows what she's doing.  I feel like we are kindred spirits, cooking for our men we are obsessed with.  Oh, Jeffrey.

Cutest old man I know

Oh, one more bestwifeever birthday event- I took one for the team and watched his favorite movie, Inglorious Bastards, with him, even though the scalping scenes make me nauseous and I don't like movies with that much gun violence.  But Brad Pitt is pretty hilarious.   

Annnnd.... that's pretty much it for what's new in our life.  Other than organizing my closet and putting all the Christmas decorations nicely away, my only other accomplishment this week has pretty much fallen in the category of dominating Scandal, Nashville, Revenge, Parks and Rec, and Modern Family.  I may have a TV addiction.  OH, except for the fact that I DID apply for two jobs and have phone interviews coming up, so cross your fingers for me.  And I also subbed IN VICKSBURG, (I know, shocking) and really liked the school!  So I'm only 50% a loser.

Now I'm off to go eat pickles, strawberries, and chocolate for dinner, with a side of vodka, because I have the best husband ever.  True story. 

He knows me so well.

Ok, the truth behind all these nice surprises is that they started with with a mini fight.  Last night we were watching The Ultimate Guide to the Presidents on the History Channel and we may have gotten in a teensy little fight about women's suffrage.  And I may have called him a sexist jerk.  And when we woke up this morning we laughed about our stupidist argument to date.  But really though, I will never regret standing up for women's rights.  And I told him that.  But then he went to the store and came home with all this stuff and I felt really bad.  And I realized that he is NOT a sexist jerk, (well, not that much of a sexist jerk) he's just amazing.  So go start a fight with your husband about women's rights in the early 1900's.  You're welcome.