The wedding plans

Yeah, it's been months since we posted here, but now that we're going to start dealing with the wedding plans, perhaps we'll do better.

I plan on it!

You know what...

...this blog is boring.

There is no controversy, and that's just fine with me!

We're still battling piles of stuff, but the furor of getting it done NOW has died down for me. We've been so busy just trying to put stuff away that there really hasn't been time to have any other 'issues.'

And given what we've both been through, I love the boring...the normal...the typical.

Life is good.

This Weekend

More settling in this weekend. We now have a kitchen that is 'ours,' not 'mine with Boris' stuff interspersed.' We took the dishwasher to the garage--we'll see if we miss it. We've been doing most of the dishes by hand anyway, and tend to have to remind each other to start the dishwasher, and frequently found ourselves hand washing many of the ones as they came out of the dishwasher, so like I said, "we'll see."

But a new microwave. Powerful, clean, smaller. I feel ZERO guilt for putting the old one in the garage (it's going to be a HUGE garage sale next spring). I had that thing for more than 15 years. I think it did it's job.

On a new cart that matches our shelves. More space by the stove, which also got a deep cleaning on the side.

Then there is the living room. The curtains had to go. They were from my early widow days when I watched way too much Trading Spaces. The new blinds are also cleaner, neater. Perhaps these minimalist tendencies are coming out because we have so many other things around that we cannot toss. The dog beds. The pet food dishes. The books :-) Our wonderful library of books. I'm in heaven with our books.

And, most touchingly, Boris got me a very nice Pooh print. Now, that might seem a bit odd, but you see, I love Tigger, but could only afford cheap things--a poster I had laminated and 'framed' while I worked at Kinko's...a bath mat that I hung on the wall with binder clips and nails...

This is lovely. Matted and framed professionally. It is art.

And it shows that he wants me to have nice things.

I feel cherished.

Our house is a very fine house

Without getting too sappy, N. you do make me that happy.

And we did make huge progress yesterday! I have to admit when we first started moving my things in, I felt like the house would always feel over burgeoned with our combined stuff and we would constantly be bumping into/knocking over said 'stuff'. Now our cozy, little home didn't transform into a palatial estate over night, but psychologically the difference is nearly that dramatic. There is actually more floor space open in the living room than covered with our now oft-mentioned stuff.

From day one, I felt at home here, but now I'm feeling at home in my home.

Wow--lots accomplished today

Today we moved a lot of stuff in making this 'our' home instead of 'my home.' And damn, it feels great!!!

First we moved the sofa table out. I had been using it as a desk forever, but because we got a laptop for me yesteday, well, the desktop is now in the basement. I'll clean it out, move files and pictures, delete other things, and then take it up to my mom. She needs a new one, and it should last her quite a while.

Then we worked on the kitchen. We kept two of each type of glass upstairs in the cupboard, and the remainder went in the pantry (also in the basement with the computer). It looks great. It's our home now. We're getting things that match...for instance, we found a new dish drainer that matches the little microwave cart that we got to match the big shelves.

I never would have thought I could be happy again, and I find myself instead happier than I've ever been.

Boris, you have done so much for me. I only hope I make you as happy as you make me.

Blending and chores

You one of the things I like best about this blending, but also gives me the most stress? It's the sharing of chores.

For more than 4 years, I had to do everything on my own. Don't get me wrong--I'm pretty good at doing most things...there is just no joy in it, and it gets really old really fast. It seemed as if I had to make too many choices about what would or would not get done.

By the time I would get home from work, there was barely time to cook dinner and clean up before I was exhaustedly trying to relax. Weekends were mowing (or snow shoveling) and groceries and laundry and cleaning the bathroom and cleaning the litter boxes, etc. There was never any time to just BE without feeling guilty over it.

And now I feel guilty because when Boris does (more than) his fair share (which is the amount he keeps doing), I feel like a sloth. I've gotten so used to every moment being filled with some kind of chore that getting back to a more normal routine is weird.

And I think he feels the same way because we frequently do rock/paper/scissors to see who cleans up from dinner--and the winner is the one who does them!

But, she says in a diva way, I will attempt to get used to this new lazy life.

How irritating

I posted the following on August 31:

A TV

We got a new TV!

Sharp. 42" HD ready.

Yet another advantage to blending two adult lives! New toys!

(Get your minds out of the gutter!)

I had to delete it.

Why?

Because some idiot has decided to post terrorist propaganda on people's blogs. His post, in Arabic, had nothing to do with my post. Boris translated it to find out what it said. The commenter does not have the right to use OUR site to try to spread his personal form of psychotic ranting. Our assumption is he just keeps hitting the "Next Blog" button, ctrl + V, Publish Comment, "Next Blog," ad infinitum. Or ad nauseum, for that matter.

However, Google does not allow us to delete comments separately (or at least, we haven't found the right button to do so). So I deleted the whole damn thing.

This is our blog, and will always delete an entire post if a comment goes beyond legitimate interaction.