Bean Counting and Bread Making

Bean Counting and Bread Making

Bread machine! Everyone gets one when they get married right? Along with a toaster, a rice cooker, a waffle iron, a pancake griddle, a popcorn machine, and a cake-pop maker. We didn't get a cake-pop maker, but I'm sure one of you has one. I find them enchanting and incredibly dumb at the same time. When I see one, my inner  5-year-old  claps her palms together and taps fingers together like the legs of a centipede. Ooooo, cake-pop maker, ooooo, app-li-ance, oooo, it's so pretty, oooo. And then the 16 year-old inside of me thinks Cake-pop, bleh. I digress. 

We retuned all of the items we didn't have room for, which was none of them. Meaning, we kept all the appliance we received-Yay! Hey, we don't have kids, so we have plenty of room.  Plus, we're newly married. Isn't that what you do when you're newly married: Register for every appliance out there and then sell them in a garage sale 20 years later because you've never used them?

This particular night we decided we would make bread and construct our first-ever married-people budget. We thought we'd have bread with dinner courtesy of our fancy-shmancy bread machine. Ta-dah! As it turns out, it takes 3.5 hours to make bread! Well, it would have been absurd for us to set the delay-timer so that we could enjoy freshly baked bread for breakfast, so... we turned it on! ETA: 9:30pm… Ouch! But we’re young, right? We can stay up and eat a whole loaf of freshly baked bread without waking up the next day the size of beached whale. Can’t we?

Anyway, we busted out the pencils, calculator, and spreadsheet. Budget time! Our goal this year is to pay off ALL of Hubberkins' school loans. Total damage: 40,000 big ones. Boing! Yep, $40,000... in 12 months.  Let me stop here and say that neither of us make that much in a year, so the goal is lofty. I'm sure you get it. 

After a grueling 2 hours of delegating our monthly income to specific categories,  we determined that a magnificent $4,800 check could and would be written to the smallest school loan. BOOM - one down, baby!! 7 to go!

Just as Hubberkins licked and sealed the envelope securing a piece of our freedom, a delicious DING sounded from the counter top. Bread's done! As we lifted the lid, the heavens shown down on our glorious creation. Out we pulled a mouthwatering, golden brown load of whole-wheat goodness.

Payoff debt – check.

Successfully operate a piece of highly evolved machinery to create home-crafted food – check.

HI FIVE!

FIST PUMP!

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Butt Crack of Dawn: Trouble with the In-Laws

Butt-Crack of Dawn:

Trouble with the In-Laws

Ok, it's gettin' real in here. My dear in-laws. What are you thinking?! 6am!! 6-A-M?! You don't text people at 6am! Seriously.  It's nice to know that the sister-in-law has left Kentucky to drive home, but let's get an update at 8, huh?

No kidding, my mother-in-law starts a mass text with the family at 6am. 

Just have a private convo that early, Mom. It's cool. We won't feel left out. In fact, we'll feel downright jolly at 10am knowing that our little sister is safely making her way through Missouri. Go Tigers! But, when you start a group text a 6am, I want to hurt someone. And the only person in the vicinity is your son - think about it.

Let me mention here that Hubberkins has a very  loud train whistle alerting us every time another family member comments on the cross-country progress. If you've never had the pleasure of waking to the sound of a train whistle, allow me to describe the event:

Golden sun rays sink into the vibrant green grass. The  warm turquoise water dances with the pure white sand as a cool tropical breeze weaves through your hair. In your right hand, your favorite ice cream is piled high in a freshly-made waffle cone, and a dozen hot pretzels have been set on the towel to your left. Sigh.... 

CHOOOOOO CHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What the. Who's dying. Karate chop. I'm I dying? Son of a. Dahhhh!!!

It's like being hit in the head with bat that has 6 bells attached to it, thrown in a gunny sack, and then tossed into a commerical-size clothes dryer until your brain falls out. 

Not exactly the way I like to wake up.

Just remember this: 6am is reserved for nursing mothers and crack addicts. I'm neither. Let me sleep!!!  Here's a general rule: if the sun is not up, neither am I! 

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Bean Counting and Bread Making

Dishwashing Saga: Dummies in the Kitchen

Dishwashing Saga

Dummies in the Kitchen

So, I'm cleaning the kitchen the other day, right. Rinse the plate, put in the dishwasher. Repeat about 50 times. I'm feeling pretty good as a new wife: Made my husband a great dinner, had a great day at work, paid some bills. Yay, I can be married! I cheer. I'm totally an adult.

When the dishwasher is sufficiently full -I proceed to fit 5 more dirties there- and then reach for the cleaning solution. Like any normal human, my husband and his former roommate stored the detergent under the sink, which is conveniently located next to the washer. There's a box of cascade and a bag of those square cubes with the gel attached. Yay, you know the ones, they have a thin plastic coating around them that dissolves in water. I grab a cube and pop it into the little square cutout in the washer. "Hey, babe," I question, "I can't get the lid to shut on the detergent compartment. How did you guys do this?"

"I don't know. I always used the box of Cascade. Just try to smash it in there." he coaches.

I attempt to smash the cube. 

Me: "It's not working". 

Hubberkins: "Um, just set it on top of this bowl."

Me: "Seriously? Will the work?"

Hubberkins: "Sure, why not? The whole thing dissolves in the water, right?"

Me: "I don't know. I thought the lid opened up and something magical happened to the soap."

Hubberkins: "Magical? What?"

Me: "I don't know. Let's try it."

Fast forward to the next evening when I'm putting away the newly-washed dishes. 

Me, thinking to myself: Wow, smells good in there.

Put away dishes 1,2,3

Me: Wow, it really smells good. Kind-a home-y.

Away go dishes 10,11,12

Me: This is really nice. Smells like my mom's laundry. I wonder what kind of soap this is?

I reach under the sink cabinet and grab the bag of soap, which, until this point, has been facing away from me. 

Tide?... I didn't know Tide made dishwashing detergent. I thought they only made laundry soap. Wait a second…. DAHHHHHHH!!!!!! This IS laundry soap! No. No. NO. I can't be that dense. There's no way I put laundry detergent in my washing machine. 

I peak at the bag again. "Ahhhhhh.” I'm retarded. 

Epic fail. 

Newly-weds be warned...Next Blog:  Trouble with the In-Laws. 

HIGHS and WOAHS of Moving In

HIGHS and WOAHS of Moving In.

La-lala-lala-de-da I hum as I put the plates away. Twirl, Twirl. Pick up the mixing bowls and place them ever so gracefully in the cupboard, foot outstretched like a ballerina. La-lala-lala. Well, hello there Mrs. Mouse. Yes, you can put away this towel. Why, thank you for this apron, little finches. I wouldn't want to dirty my beautiful dress. Did you know Mrs. Cleaver had one just like it? And thank you for shining my pumps, Mr.Rabbit. Hubberkins sure likes to see his reflection off the toe.

NOT!

I moved into my husband's condo. I say "moved" like I have all of my stuff put away - ha, ya right. My guest bedroom looks like a special episode of  Hoarders. New this week: Bride fills guest bedroom with so much stuff she loses new husband - last seen going in for more toilet paper.  Wan-wah. My family is probably reading this thinking: "No, you're so organized. I don't believe it". Ya, well, believe it, sista. There's plenty of time to be organized when you're a lonely 'ole college student braiding and unbraiding your hair every Friday night.

Now I've got better things to do: the cooking, the cleaning, the cleaning (yah, I know I put in there, twice  - dirtiness is like that ugly picture of you from junior high -just when you think it's gone, your brother pulls it out for show and tell).

And then there's the laundry. New husbands aren't so keen on waiting three weeks for clean underwear. Come on, man. Where's your sense of adventure?

No, you grody people, I don't wear the same three pairs of underwear for three weeks. I happen to have enough pairs to last me that length of time. So-ha. How else do I know when it's time to throw a load in?

Yah, yah, yah. I know you all think I shouldn't let my laundry pile up until it's as tall as the bathroom door. My husband agrees. So now I'm doing laundry twice a week and I ain't got no stinking time to organize! So Aunt Jane, when you come over, do as the boys do when they're at the latrine : keep your eyes up. 

If you think you're a doofus, read about my Dishwashing Sage: Dummies in the Kitchen.

Welcome to 2 Newlyweds Blog

Welcome!

Hello there, 

Newlywed here. I just recently married the love of my life on November 15th of 2013. Was it the greatest and easiest decision I've ever made? OH Yeah! Here we are:

I've been told that the first year of marriage is "the hardest", "the best", "the most challenging", "a time of adjustment", etc., etc. Seems to me that everyone has a different take on the first year, which makes sense doesn't it? Each couple is unique, therefore their first year is unique. 

It is here in this blog that I will share my experiences as a new wife. The joys, the sorrows, the victories, and the defeats will be here for you to read. For those of you that are seasoned veterans, your advice is greatly welcomed. For the newbies like myself, feel free to ask questions or chime in with your own experiences. And those of you who aren't married, you're valued here as well.  Who knows, maybe you'll learn something for your future marriage. Heck, I bet we'll all learn something.  So, fasten those seat belts; this is going to be an adventure.


Read about my first disaster as a newly wed here.