So We’ve Been MIA From the Blogosphere. Sorry.

We realize it’s been nearly two months since I’ve written. Not because there hasn’t been anything exciting to write about since our honeymoon. That’s not the case at all. Since January 23rd:

We've Written Thank Yous
Well, some anyway. We’re about halfway done. We’re making them on our own printer and we’ve ran out of ink. Those of you who are still waiting, we apologize for the delay. We loved all of our gifts. Those of you who have received your thank yous, thank you for the comments about them. We thought they were cute – glad you did too.

We Still Have Not Received Our Wedding Video
And we’re dying to see everyone cutting rug on the dance floor. Looks like I’m going to have to shoot old Omaha Wedding Video an e-mail.

We Celebrated Our First Newlywed Valentine’s Day
It was spectacular. We went to dinner with my mom and dad and their friends, Woody and Rhonda. Actually, we had a great time and took them up on the offer. They had extra reservations at Mahogany, and, well, that sounded better than the casserole we were going to make in a heart shaped dish.

Trevor got me a wallet. I knew at 8 a.m. that morning. Not because we exchanged gifts early, but because he left the receipt on the counter before he left for work. Whoops J. Yes, I did pout for a while but I learned to love the wallet and have a good Valentine’s Day (wine helped). Disclaimer: not entirely a bad day because of the receipt incident. Work sucked and I ran out of toilet paper at a very inconvenient time while home alone, if you must know. I also thought I was getting flowers when the doorbell rang, but really it was my mail from work. The FedEx arrived on Tuesday that week instead of Monday. Rotten trick.

Wendy Spent Her First Night Alone in the New House
And man did I hate it. I was supposed to be in Le Mars for work, but the trip was cancelled at the last minute. Trevor was in Kansas City (we plan our trips well) so it was Wendy flying solo. At first, I liked it. I could pick up the joint, go shopping without having to disclaim prices (just kidding, Trev) and come home from an eyebrow wax without being made fun of. But I tell you what. Our house is loud and I am convinced someone lives in the attic. And they tap dance up there. It was to the point I slept with the bedroom door locked both nights and prayed. The fact a house just down the street from where my parents used to live was robbed earlier in the week might have had something to do with these fears.

We Almost Got a Dog
We toyed with the idea. We tried to look at PetCo just to see if we were going to fall in love with one, but they didn’t have any. PetCo: where the pets apparently don’t go.

After much consideration and hours on www.puppyfind.com we decided we don’t need a lil’ one right now. Too hard with my work from home/Kansas City schedule, plus I took a quiz on the Humane Society’s Web site and turns out after moving, moving in with a significant other, marriage and recent loss of pet, they don’t recommend getting a doggie at this time. Someday we’ll get that little Stevie Hicks. Someday.

We Had Come Good Clean Fun
Turns out we’re both getting used to each others’ tidiness. I do not like stuff sitting out. Hate it. I bought bins from Pottery Barn to eliminate the problem. In the laundry room we have a “Trevor” bin, a “Wendy” bin, and “Cleaning Supplies” bin, a “Bills” bin, a “Miscellaneous” bin and two TBD bins. So, last nig Trevor couldn’t find a few checks he needed to cash. I could hear him upstairs stomping all over the place and slamming drawers and I could feel him giving me crusties through the walls. Where were the checks? In the Trevor bin. He hates the bins. He hid his bin from me. It was a little tense last night, in a good way. By the end of the night we compromised on some organizational systems and we’re devoting this weekend to cleaning and organizing. Look out label maker. Here we come.

So, that’s it. I tried to keep the post short. I failed. Hows about I just write more often so each entry isn’t a novel. All in all, married life is fantabulous. Like I’ve been telling everyone, I don’t know why we waited for so long. I highly recommend it.

Until next time,

Mrs. Fitch