What we spend all our time talking about...

We are totally obsessed with Max.

Its a BOY

Meet Max...the latest addition to our family. He is a Welsh Corgi Mix but he just looks like a cute mutt. Adopting this dog was a real insight to the future of parenting between Mike and I. Let me give you a brief synopsis of our conversation:
"We can only get a dog if we keep it outside"
"We can only get a small dog that we cage train and block off in the kitchen. I don't want it to jump on our sofa and get it dirty."
"No promises if we go look at the pound"
We walk away with the adoption papers in hand.
"We need make sure its housebroken. Lets start cage training."
Whining from the dog...
"Maybe we shouldn't cage train?"
more Whining...
"Maybe we can let him out of the kitchen and let him roam around. We can block off the hallway to the bedroom."
I firmly want to cage train.
"Lets let him be in his cage but in our bedroom"
We get up at 5:20am to watch him poop and pee in our yard.

Apparently I am heartless and he is spineless. Can you just imagine the discipline with children? I refuse to be the bad cop...since I play one all day at work.

Weekend Warriors and possible draft dodgers

Again not realizing that it actually takes work to maintain a blog I realized I have been MIA from this virtual world. Sometimes I feel like LIFE slips me roofies and I wake up groggy and not sure if I had unprotected sex. (Which I know didn't happen because living together actually lowers the mating rituals)
Well almost two months later we moved into our new place and managed to redo the electrical, paint the inside and out and buy new furniture. HGTV should really put up a disclaimer of how much actual time it takes to maintain a home. Its shocking to realize that you can't build a deck in 30 minutes much less hang a curtain...I mean they do it! Ah..the magic of television. I have been obsessive about applying for HGTV, InStyle, and DIY apparently I am not interesting enough to deserve a make over.
Moving in together and buying a house really ups the anti in the relationship navigation game. Praise to the gods that this time around it was much smoother. No more two hour debates about the type of shower curtains at Target on a Weds night. Now its cutting shelf boards at Home Depot on a Saturday night at 9:30. Romantic...
I think we found our yin and yang together. I am the starter and he is the closer. (Notice the baseball references) We are living relatively box free and even managed to host my mother's birthday party at our home. We also realized that most of our furniture is not child friendly. (Jordan's little footprints are still on our white leather couch. Much to Mike's chagrin) Of course we can't leave you hanging...the big announcement is that...oops ran out of space.

Ball and Chain: Mortgages and Bills

Imagine seeing over 50 houses and only seeing six that is actually livable. Well that is the real estate market in LA. So here is the ball and chain: my new home. Not wanting to jinx the possibility of falling out of escrow, much like the home we just purchased, we have kept it low key. Yup not only do we now live together in sin, we are going to co habitat with a mortgage in sin. While mentioning this new stage in our lives to family and friends, one reoccurring question came up like a pesky bad breath. " So when are you getting married?" What is with marriage and the ability to calm millions of mothers about the futures of their children? I am trying to figure out if this is the one magic elixir that is going to cure all the issues in my life? Work conflicts, weight, money, commitment, will all magically self destruct. Really married folks, if I am already living in sin, why does buying a house together signify that marriage is the logical next step. Sometimes I wonder if my married friends are trying to lure me into that cult. You know, something about the more the merrier or suffering together is more tolerable?

I give up

So here is an example of where some of my time has been filled with...I actually went to a Science Museum show on Star Wars even though the lighting in the movie scares me because it reminds of me 1970s porn.
The fact that I know that baseball season has started, Barry Bonds might break the home run record of Hank Aarons and the Mike Mcquire didn't get into the hall of fame is an indicator I am committed in this relationship. By the way I may of spelled all the players' name wrong.

The lull

Being new to this blogging thing, I didn't foresee the problem of not having anything to blog about.I have no interesting thoughts.I know, I know shocking isn't it. I find myself flipping through cable to find drama. I mean come on I actually watched a show called the Ex-Factor...desperately looking for things to blog about...is this the life of coupledom? Fascinating that it rhymes with BOREDOM... Are your lives much more interesting?
When I was single I remember going out every weekend, drinking until I blacked out and then getting up the next day to go shopping for the next ghetto fabulous hoochie top for the next night on the town. Now its a struggle to go out to eat Pho two nights in a roll...the MSG frightens me.
My analytical partner in crime, Forrest has this theory about how the energy or the pheromones between couples change, that our brain activity actually slows down when you are in a steady relationship. I am completely messing this theory up but something to do with how when you are single there is more energy to go out on the town(the hunt) and when you are in a relationship this life force couch potato overtakes you. How do you guys spice up your life? (Please no explicit description of role playing or anything that involves spikes and whips.)

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My Big Idea

I had an epiphany of sort this past weekend about maintaining our favorite middle school yearbook signing of k.i.t. Now that we are grown up and spread all over the world or in the same town but hindered by the parking lot we refer to as the freeway, its pretty hard to stay in touch. What I miss most about being in the same geographic region is the rich dinner party conversations about politics, racism, poverty and most importantly sex/relationships. Why not use this blogging thing? Post something in response so we can get a "conversation" going! Here is our chance to stay in touch; read it, partake in it, shake your head in disbelief but let me start the conversation with this scenario.

I would like to share about my friend, Oliver (some of you may know him as the other twin of Clarence) Oliver in his wisdom about what battles we should fight for in a relationship has this theory. In trying to decide whether or not to buy his girlfriend a bigger ring he came up with a solution. He measured the necessity of that battle by asking himself this question: When she looks at this ring would she think "Oliver is such a cock sucker or I want to suck Oliver's cock" Okay...I know, complete misogyny but you get the point. So in a culture where being independent and true to ourselves is expected if not insisted upon, how do you decide what you are willing to give up in a relationship?