The best Valentine’s Day I ever had

I was even feeling the doggy love on V-day!

I don’t “do” Valentine’s Day. Yeah, I’m one of THOSE people. But, as far back as I can remember the day made me all uncomfortable and squidgy. Even when my first boyfriend got all crazy romantic and sent me flowers at school, I just felt really weird about it. Ever since then I’ve asked all boyfriends to just not do anything — just ignore it with me.

And so far Aaron’s been amazing at it. He made me something for our first Valentine’s Day (maybe he wasn’t quite sure if it was a trick or not?) and it was the best thing I’ve ever gotten and it is never to be topped. I will hopefully write a post about that later, when I’m not laying in bed about to go to sleep.

And one other year he bought me silly stupid crap just to make me laugh. He went shopping with his best friend who asked, “aren’t you going to get in trouble for that?” Ha.

But this year, this year was all crazy different…
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Romance in marriage

FYI — this blog post teeters on the edge of too personal to post, but I’m putting it out there because I want to remember this and not just forget it in a journal that I’ll never read.

The other day I had a bit of break down. I was feeling really bummed about a lot of little things. At first I was thinking about marriage and Aaron and what it means to be with him for the rest of my life. Not that it’s horrible or anything. I love him and I’m glad that we’re married. But yesterday I had a thought… that I’ll have to be the ONLY ONE to hold this guy’s attention (in all sorts of ways if you get my drift) for the rest of his life. That I have to be all things to one human being forever and for always. It’s not an easy thought to deal with. How crazy a thought. Usually, I feel like people (myself included) worry about things like, “oh man, I hope he doesn’t cheat on me.” But I’ve never thought about something like, “oh man, I hope he doesn’t get bored of me.” And I got depressed over the thought of ‘what if it’s something I fail at?’

And then I was also thinking about the fact that I will never get to experience the thrill and romance of new love and that Aaron (and, in my experience, most guys in general) will never be as sweet and romantic as he was when we first met. Not that this is how I measure romanticism but, for example, he’s bought me flowers a total of three (maybe four?) times and that’s all. Though, yes, I told him that I’m not the biggest fan of flowers, so there’s that. But I told him to instead when he feels like getting me flower to get me plants! So that I can keep them forever and remember his sweet gestures. But the closest I’ve gotten to that was when I asked him to buy me that aloe plant in Ikea the other day. And he totally did, which was great. But it wasn’t something he’d ever even think about on his own, ya know?

Then I talked to my dad and he sounded so so sad. He’s not finding what he wants in his search for a retirement home and I got off the phone with him feeling even MORE sad.

So when Aaron come home from work yesterday I immediately let him know that I was having a depressed day and so he sat and watched movies with me all night. And then at the end of the night, while we were lying in bed, instead of being all lovey-dovey, I ended up crying in his arms. And Aaron was awesome with me. He talked me through all my emo bullshit and then he goofed off with me to make me laugh. And it’s like — Okay, he may not be the most romantic guy, but he REALLY has my back when I need him. And that is pretty damn romantic!

So, you know, interesting how the world works. It kind of made me look like an asshole. But it did show me something. He was so romantic by just being sweet to me last night. It didn’t take a grand gesture and it didn’t take buying me something, and it didn’t take any creativity — it just took the time he could have spent playing video games and ignoring his bummed out wife, and spending it instead talking to me about about my feelings and trying to make me laugh. Amazing.

I realize that even though I will never experience the thrill of a new relationship again, I have the thrill of a growing relationship. And as that relationship grows, so should my ideas of romance. It’s not always flowers and making out and playing Peter Gabriel songs on a boombox in the rain. Sometimes it’s crying followed by making jokes about naming your unborn children terrible things (like “Awesome” “Second Kid,” and “Joan” no matter if it’s a boy or a girl).

Thanks to the universe for giving my sad pants attitude the little kick in the ass that it needed. I am so blessed.

Just look at all that romance! photo by Jana Morgan

No, he doesn’t wear a ring

Our rings

I still follow a few popular wedding-related Twitter accounts. I chalk it up to a market research kind of thing, since I write for Offbeat Bride. Most of the time I just ignore the tweets as 98% of them are pure WIC fluff. “Flowers worthy of escorting you down the aisle.” “Have you ever thought of wearing a red wedding dress!?” “The time between your engagement and your wedding is an ideal time to begin a regular beauty and fitness regimen.” “Make sure to buy more things! You need more things! Things that are shiny!” And then this tweet caught my eye:

“Do U Care if UR Husband (or Future Husband) Doesn’t wear a Wedding Ring?”

I read it and immediately wanted to tweet back defensively — Why the hell would I care!? Why the hell would anyone care!? What business is it of yours!? And so on. But I thought, naw, totally not worth my time. And then it got worse as I read this response:
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marriage defined by a man…

Aaron’s take on marriage:

“Man, I love being married. Stuff that you don’t want goes away. Stuff that you do want just appears. And when there’s something you can’t find — somebody else knows where it is!”

–Aaron Finley

He said this after I noticed him searching around the coffee table and the surrounding area. I had a hunch he was looking for his phone so I said, “It’s under your wallet.” You should have seen his face when he realized, A. that I knew what he was looking for without him asking, and B. that I had known exactly where it was. :)

the silliness of an anniversary

married!
We did this a YEAR ago!

Today’s our 1st wedding anniversary!

We’ve never actually celebrated an anniversary before, so this’ll be our first celebration. And I have to admit, I’m kinda glad we never celebrate anniversaries or valentines day, or anything like that. I just hate the pressure it puts upon you to MAKE THINGS SPECIAL!!! It gives me anxiety. It even caused fight last night between us… He was in a bit of bad mood so to lighten things up I thought I’d start a conversation about all the fun things we could do the next day (today). So I said, “What do you want to do tomorrow?” And Aaron, feeling under as much pressure as I am to MAKE THINGS SPECIAL read that question as, “So what do you have planned for me? Because the one thing you previously mentioned isn’t good enough. I want MOAR SPECIALNESS.” And then he blew up at me, leaving me totally confused.

When talking through it, after all the butt-hurt on my end wore off, we realized that he was reacting to an all too common stereotype; where it’s all on the man to wine and dine and buy flowers and shower the girl with special gifts and surprises all in the effort to try and make her happy, while the girl just sits there and gets pampered. At least that’s how it’s portrayed by the media. But I work really hard to blast that stereotype, and ALL relationship stereotypes (especially as they pertain to women) out of the water. Like I mentioned before, he’s off the hook for any and all anniversaries (except this one), he’s off the hook for Valentine’s day and I plan all of my own birthdays. But for some reason he failed to remember all of that. I’m telling you it’s the pressure of MOAR SPECIALLNESS that really fucks with your head.

After the fight had blown over, Aaron had apologized for being a total idiot and I slapped him upside the head a few good times, I told him that our neighbor CoCo was coming up to watch yet another Disney movie with me. And Aaron went, “Wait, wait wait, let’s just play devil’s advocate here — if I were to make plans with someone of the eve of our anniversary without asking you if it’s okay, I think I might get in trouble.” And I looked at him like he was a crazy person and said, “Now that’s ridiculous. You don’t get an “anniversary eve,” this is not Christmas, you don’t get a whole season of this shit. I can barely take one entire day of romance.” And then he remembered, ‘Oh yeah, you’re a total dude!’ I don’t know why or how he forgot, maybe because I expressed any interest AT ALL about the silliness of an anniversary. But the guy who once had to tell me, “Megan, you are NOT a dude with a vagina,” had totally forgotten that I happen to think I was a dude with a vagina.

Anyway, what was my point? I don’t know. I guess it’s just that, I’m glad we’ve reached a year together and that it’s been relatively easy. I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time. I have a couple really nice and romantic things planned for him. But I can’t wait until it’s over. :)

My thoughts on marriage so far…

There are a few times in your life when you’re going to be asked some of the most annoying questions over and over. The first time this happens is when you graduate from college and get, “So what are you going to do once you graduate?” over and over until you start making things up just to break the monotony. The next time something like that happens is when you get engaged and people keep asking “so how’s the wedding planning going?” I got that so often that I started a blog about my wedding planning process in order to just give people a url so that they could look and see for themselves. (And you know what… that worked pretty damn well!)

Then once you get married you’ll never hear the end of “so how’s married life?” UGH. What are you supposed to say to that? I always answer, “It’s great! I love it!” But I hate saying that because when it’s directed at a terminally single friend or one of my gay neighbors it makes me feel guilty. Like I’m bragging, even thought they’re the one’s that asked!!! It makes me feel like a jackass to say it, but it’s totally and completely true. Married life is great and I do really love it. We’ve been married now for almost a year and I couldn’t be more happy with my husband and our marriage.

Along with the repetition of “how’s married life,” people always say, “The first year of marriage is the hardest.” But that must not always be the case! Because the thing is, nothing has really changed for us. And I don’t think that it really has to change if you don’t want it too. I also think living together before we got married probably had a lot to do with the easy times we’re having in our first year of marriage — all the problems we had adjusting to each other came and went before we were engaged! But the fact is Aaron and I both entered into this marriage knowing and agreeing with what each other wanted and expected from it, which has made all the difference. My friend Ariel wrote a marriage advice post wherein she called her marriage a “custom marriage” and I thought that was a really good description for what we’ve got going as well. Marriage can be what you want it to be and it doesn’t have to conform to popular social mores. It’s our relationship and our rules.

And of course year one of marriage hasn’t always been sunshine, lollipops and rainbows everyday. We’ve had rough patches and fights for no reason and fights for good reason. But those times have been few and far between. For the most part being married has brought us closer than I ever thought possible and it has actually made our lives easier!

So, my thoughts on marriage so far… it’s pretty damn awesome. I would get married again if I had to do it all over again. And I’m lucky enough to have a husband who feels the same way.

Now if only we could figure out what we’re going to do for our one year anniversary…

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“let freedom ring”

Jackson and me at the protest.

I am proud to say that I attended my first protest last night! Hundreds of us headed out to Santa Monica Blvd & San Vicente to protest the passing of Prop 8. Like I said, I had never taken part in a protest before; even though I strongly apposed the war, I kept out of protests and things like that because honestly, I just don’t know much about war and politics. But I do know what discrimination is! I do know that it’s not okay to deny people their civil rights based on ignorance and fear. And because of this strong believe and my overwhelming anger at the bigots that live in my state I took to the streets with Jackson in tow. Because, as a pit bull, Jackson knows a LOT about being discriminated against as a breed out of ignorance and fear. (And also I needed to walk the dog anyway and it’s not completely safe to walk the streets at night by myself.)

It was a wonderful experience, there were sooooo many people out showing their support for gay marriage and expressing their anger and the injustice that was inflicted upon the people of this state. The speeches were great and I was glad to learn that the fight against prop 8 is not over. But what was the best part was the march. Cars were honking in support as we walked by intersections, people were cheering and there was a general positive vibe in the air.

the large crowd listening to the speeches

One of the people I met at the rally told me that he had just moved to LA and he was overwhelmed by how many people had come out to protest. He wondered how the prop could have ever gotten passed in the first place. I told him that he was in West Hollywood, one of the epicenters of the gay community. Obviously not everyone who lives in California will be this understanding and supportive.  And that made me really sad to come to terms with this exact idea in the past couple of days. But for one night I could pretend that majority was with us. For one night I could surround myself with hundreds and hundreds of people who felt the same way as I did. And I felt GREAT for the first time that entire day.

Protesters marching on Santa Monica Blvd.

Now there’s a movement on the internet that I just learned about and it made me smile as much as the protest last night did. It started in this post from a blog called Eating Out Loud. It’s called “Let Freedom Ring” and here’s an excerpt that explains it all:

I decided to snap a photo of my wedding band placed on a slightly different finger than normal to express exactly how I feel toward every single person who voted Yes on Prop 8. It’s my personal version of ‘let freedom ring’. The battle for equality changes course but it’s very far from over.

I decided to do my part and join the “Let Freedom Ring” movement…

Let freedom ring!

I welcome supporters of gay rights to snap your own photo showing your wedding ring on your middle finger. Spread the word that this fight isn’t over. Whether you’re gay, straight, bi, white, blue or tan — show your support by letting freedom ring on your blog then go here to log it for everyone to see!

The engagement story

How can we possibly top “Aaron got attacked by a shark” as our best vacation story? How about “and then we got engaged?”…

Aaron never intended to propose to me on our Maui vacation, but he did go with the intention of asking my father for his permission to propose at a later date. The cosmic irony of the engagement story is that Aaron was going to propose once he had paid off his credit cards. And he was so close too! Right before we left he excitedly informed me that he had almost reached his goal of being out of debt and then, once out of debt, he would put himself right back in that same debt with the purchase of my engagement ring! But that was not what the world had in store for us, or for Aaron in particular.

us in the ER cu

The happy couple in the ER


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my cousins message

my cousins away message today… don’t know why, but it spoke to me. 

“Thomas Sowell – Love is a four-letter word, but you don’t hear in nearly as often as you hear some other four-letter words. It may be a sign of our times that everyone talks openly about sex, but we seem to be embarrassed to talk about love.” 

(i love you katie!!!)