Advice columnist Amy Dickinson, who’s behind the Ask Amy column in The Washington Post, came under fire this week when she gave what many felt was absolutely terrible advice. A woman wrote to her saying that her husband hated her best friend, and because of that, frequently read their private e-mails to one another and used what he found in them against her. Amy told the poor woman that she was just as wrong as her husband for letting her friend get in the way of her marriage. In fact she practically let the woman’s husband off the hook. Commenters were up in arms over the fact that Amy didn’t further scold the woman’s husband for checking her emails.
In my opinion there are quite a few issues worth addressing here; email snooping being the first. This is something I just don’t do simply because I wouldn’t want it done to me. Married or not, we all deserve privacy on some level. I don’t go near my husband’s e-mail inbox unless I’m specifically asked to do so. Case closed. I’m not even sure I remember the password to his account, though I know he’s given it to mee many times before. It’s just a road I don’t ever want to venture down in my marriage. I might find something I never needed to and make more out of it than I was ever meant to. This ladies’ husband has zero right to go fishing through her inbox! I do agree Amy was wrong to let him slide so easily. Continue reading
Rant Alert: I’m about to spend about 300 words going off about something many of you could care less about. I get that, and I’m warning you ahead of time to stop reading now if you just throw your dishes into the dishwasher any old way. I may appear unbelievably anal to you if you keep reading…
Okay now that all that’s out of the way, let’s get down to business. I’m not a neat freak, by far, but I do believe there should be some organization involved when it comes to how dishes are placed in the dishwasher. The Man on the other hand does not. Whenever he’s on kitchen duty (which is admittedly more than I am) he literally just places any dish anywhere it fits. This means fragile glasses I carefully sought out at multiple Pier 1 Imports go on the bottom rack next to giant frying pans, and forks get thrown loosely up top where they can fall down and disable the washer mid-cycle.
When I open it up to unload behind him my jaw drops. It’s like a tornado struck inside. WTF? Really? He may not care that I paid way more than I should have for some of those dishes, but I sure do. If I had only asked him a few times to do it my way (aka “the right way” in my head) I wouldn’t be taking to the blog to vent, but I’ve seriously asked him hundreds of times to at least try it my way. Alas, nothing! Continue reading
The Man and I recently gave up our protests and gave in to getting iPhones. I’m so happy we did! Forget all the silly reasons why we refused to succumb before, we did and we’re in app heaven now. Last week I discovered Hipstamatic, a photo app that lets you take photos that come out like they would if you used an old plastic toy camera. You can play with all sorts of lenses and flashes and I’m telling you it makes the family photo fun endless. We can’t put the damn thing down now. Every picture I take is my new favorite.
If you have an iPhone and you haven’t downloaded it already, do so, now. You’ll thank me for it, promise. In the meantime, we’re sharing our first of what is sure to be a weekly best-of hisptamatic photo roundup. (If you take some greats, would LOVE to see them too! Email ‘em my way!)
The Dog woke me up at 3am on a weekday night and then gave me this guilty face.
My dear hubby in his favorite hat (and mine too!)
Snapped by The Man. He says it’s my “sneaky smirk”…hmm..maybe…
I was up late working and seriously jealous of The Dog right about then.
Our peaceful suburban street on a Sunday. Continue reading
We’re back with another great date idea to keep you both busy this summer. Ever tried private karaoke? If not, you should, like next weekend. On a Friday night The Man and I teamed up with a few friends and rented a private room at a nearby karaoke hotspot and seriously blew sang off some steam. It had been a nutty, nutty week and we needed to release. What better way than through song? Still not convinced it’s for you? Here are six more arguments to make our case:
1. Dedicating A Song to The Person You Love Is Even More Romantic When You’re Singing It
2. It’s A Great Way to Combine Date Night With Catching Up With Friends
3. It’s Cheaper Than You Think And Most Packages Come With Unlimited Drinks
4. No Judgments, No Boos!
5. “Your Song” Has To Be In That Catalog Somewhere
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Drumroll, please! Meet A Wife Mondays has returned!
As you know, a lot of things inspire me to want to keep my marriage healthy and happy. One of them is meeting other wives who are making it work every day, and loving it! I knew quite a few before I said “I do”, and since Man Wife and Dog Blog was born I’ve met so many more. They’re all so fabulous I want you to meet them too. This week meet mommy blogger Angela from the blog Keeping Up With the Joneses!
The Wife: Angela, 29
The Man: Joshua, 31
But You Can Call Them: The Joneses
How She Snagged Him: “In college he greeted me with sarcasm. I greeted him back with more sarcasm. Then, he said he loved food and I said I could cook. But my stove was broken so he offered to cook for me instead. Needless to say food and banter is a large part of our relationship.”
Married Since: 10.18.08
The Kid: Joshua II, 5 months
The Dog: Torey, a moody Shih Tzu/Yorkshire Terrier mix, 4 years old
Place They Call Home: “A lovely 3 bedroom townhome in the suburbs of Orlando.”
How She Pays the Bills: Ph.D. Student/Adjunct Instructor
How He Pays the Bills: Marketing Director
What Makes Her Man Hot: “His sense of humor, his love for family, his intellect…oh I could go on and on but I’m only allowed to mention three things.” Continue reading
The other day I felt like something was missing from my July. It took me a few days to put a finger on it. Why did this month feel emptier than usual? Crazy work schedule? Nope, that’s pretty typical with every job I’ve had. Because I’ve been a little ill? Nah, I’m a trooper. So what the heck was bugging my July, I thought? Then, boom, it hit me. Gibran and I met on July 17th. The anniversary buzz was gone! Before we got married this time of year was always filled with excitement over what big anniversary fun was to come. The Man always had a surprise in store for me and I would always pretend not to remember it was coming just to make the day all the more special when it came around.
When we got married we had a discussion on the plane to Hawaii for our honeymoon about which anniversaries we would want to celebrate moving forward. After a brief back and forth about the meaning of a date we decided to go the traditional route and embrace 10.17.10 as our new special day. I was 100 percent cool with that until now. I didn’t think I’d miss celebrating July 17th but I do, very much so in fact.
Tomorrow will make seven years since the day we first met our destinies. That’s still special to me, and I can’t let go of that. In fact, as I write this post, I’m thinking I’ll pull a little something together just for the two of us to do to celebrate tomorrow. Maybe a drive to one of our favorite quiet places, or maybe we’ll turn off the navigation in the car and just get lost together. Anything that’s a throwback tribute to the beginnings of “us” will do. Stay tuned for those details.
Until tomorrow, I’ll reminisce through photos from past anniversary celebrations. Up top is from our fourth anniversary. My now-hubby surprised me with a trip to The Foxwoods Casino resort in the mountains of Connecticut. Back then we would always laugh once we realized we packed the same color clothing. (Matching was never intentional!) Down below is a photo from our first-year anniversary. We went for the thrill rides and the zoo animals at Six Flags Great Adventure in New Jersey. Sigh…love old photos…my how we’re growing (together, thank God!).
Do you celebrate two anniversaries? Maybe three? What are your special holidays?