Friday was my 29th birthday. I seriously can't believe that I am a year away from being 30. I guess in a lot of ways, I feel younger then I am, and I wonder where the time has gone, and why it has flown by so fast. It feels like it was just yesterday that I was in high school, playing in the marching band, with no responsibilities, not a care in the world. But then there are some days, when the bills are piling up, and work is hard to come by, and the stresses and pressures of life get to you, and all you want is a better life for you and your husband, that makes me really feel my age and see how life has changed from those carefree days if being a wide-eyes teenager, with the world at my fingertips and wild dreams of what adult life would be like. I find now that birthday's aren't as exciting as they used to be when I was a kid, when it was all I could do to contain my excitement for the upcoming day. This year, it really just sort of felt like any other day. But I did have a wonderful birthday weekend.
Friday, my actual birthday, I didn't go anywhere, just stayed in and relaxed. Phil has been working long hours, so by the time he gets home it is sometimes after 7pm and he is so tired from being in the intense heat all day that we made plans to go out Saturday. Friday morning though, dad came home that morning with a birthday cake, and a Pooh balloon, another balloon with a little felt bag with candy in it, and a beautiful card. For lunch, they bought us Panda Express, since I am always craving their Orange Chicken. And we had a simple dinner and cake at night.
Saturday, Phil and I celebrated my birthday together. My parents had given me a few gift cards for my birthday, one to Target, which I bought a new purse, because I needed one, my other one was falling apart. We then had a little lunch, and headed over to the movies. We got their early, so we shopped in PetSmart, where I fell in love with this cute tabby kitty that was so tiny, and the women let me hold it, of course as soon as I grab it, the thing starts purring. But alas, I am not a cat person, and I know that Brandi would probably chase it around the house. She is good with other dogs, but doesn't seem to take too kindly to cats.
By the time we finished browsing around PetSmart, it was time to head over to the movies. We saw Wanted, the new Angelina Jolie movie. Let me just say the movie was OK, very gory. People were getting shot in the head all the time and you would actually see it, with all the blood and such. And it was very unrealistic. But you get to see Angelina naked from behind, so the men seemed to like that.
After the movie we headed across the parking lot to have dinner at Olive Garden. It was a 30 minute wait, so we sat outside and Phil commented that he thought he was missing a diamond from his wedding ring. So I looked at it and told him no, then happened to look at my ring and noticed that I have a diamond missing!! On my engagement ring, the center store is a princess cut shape, made up of 6 diamonds. So I am missing one of the diamonds, and I feel terrible! So now I keep staring at it because I am upset and it just looks odd now, and now I have to tear this place apart to find the box and the receipt that is with it so we can take it in and get it replaced.
Dinner helped take my mind off it, however. The food was amazing. We had stuffed mushrooms for an appetizer, and they were wonderful. The came the salad and bread sticks, which I could have just had that for dinner and been happy. I got the Chicken Alfredo and he just got ready Alfredo, and we just sat and ate and enjoyed.
After dinner we headed over to the other side of the parking lot to the Wal-Mart. We had left Brandi by herself since 2 in the afternoon, and even though my dad took her out to go potty while we were gone, we wanted to get her a little something. She longs rawhide bones, and had just finished hers the other day, so we bought her a new one, plus a box of Mighty Dog with 12 cans of either Tenderloin Tips or Porterhouse Steak in a Savory Sauce. Tell me this dog isn't spoiled!
Today we decided to do one last birthday fun thing, and head over to the grand opening of Dick's Sporting Goods in the SanTan Village Shopping Center in Gilbert. The place was packed, but because my husband loves sporting good stores, I didn't mind going with him. Boy, was that a mistake. The staff was so rude, especially when we wanted to go upstairs and could not for the life of us find the elevator and we asked a girl and she treated us like we were stupid, directing us to this tiny space behind huge shoe racks that had a tiny sign that said elevator and the elevator barely could fit the chair. An woman almost sat in my lap, she was walking backward and not looking behind her and ran into me. And the aisles were so narrow that I could not get my chair down them. Plus, the prices were outrageous. We can get better prices for such things as ammo at Wal-Mart and even Bass Pro for cheaper. Needless to say, we were there maybe 20 minutes before we decided this was not a store for us. What I thought was sweet was Phil said that if a place isn't accessible for me, then it wasn't a place he wanted to be. He is so considerate of things like that for me.
So we came home and decided to spend the rest of the day and night just relaxing from our busy birthday weekend. I have to say, even though I feel old, it was a pretty good birthday, and so good to get out of the house and do something fun for a change.
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Sunday, June 29, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Fun at the SSA
Part of newly married fun is getting to change your name to your new husband's last name. Only thing is, trying to get your name changed can be such a hassle, and one that makes you, according to my friend Kelly, never want to get remarried and have to do the process all over again (haha).
Arizona now has a new building in downtown Phoenix on 7th Ave and Van Buren that handles changing your name, you can no longer go into a local office near your home. For those that aren't familiar with the Phoenix Metro Area, let's just say this office sits in the middle of ghetto town, surrounded by illegal immigrants looking to get picked up for work. This office is about 40 miles from our house, so since Kimbo Husband had the day off, I made him take me down there to get this done once and for all.
This new office was really nice, and luckily there wasn't that many people there, and after being searched by the security guard, it only took about ten minutes before they called our number. The guy asked for pretty much all my information; social security number, mother's maiden name, city and date of birth, everything except asking for my first born. He then asked if I would be changing my name to Fry, or a different name. I wanted to say, "Um, is there another name on that paper?". But I was polite. At the end, Phil joked with the guy asking how quickly I could get my name changed back to my maiden name, and the guy just gave Phil this dead on stare and we thought,"Wow, this guy is not to be joked around with!". Finally he says, "You know, I've been waiting for when my wife tells me my time is expired", and then started joking around with us..phew!
After this, we had to go downstairs to the Social Security District Office, because I had to make sure to get my name changed for my disability benefits and Medicare. This place was a lot more packed, so we go to sign in. The woman asks for my full name, so I said since I just changed it upsets, my name is...and I gave her my full name, using Fry. Then I kinda laughed and told her what my maiden name was and I said I guess I have to use my new name now and she looked at me and sternly said, "Not Yet!". I was like, whoa lady! So she enters me into the computer and tells me they will call my name, and then proceeds to tell me they will call me by my first name and my maiden name, just in case, I don't know, I forgot what my maiden name from ten minutes ago. I finally get called up to a window and everything gets changed over, and I ask the lady when I will be getting my new Medicare card and she says, "Oh, I guess I can order one of those to be sent to you". Hmm...ya think that might be a good idea.
So I got out of there and now I have to wait two days for their system to update before I can go and get my driver's license changed, and after that I can go through the process of changing my name at the bank, credit cards, and all that fun stuff. Who knew changing a name would such tough work!
It is strange though, because in a sense I sort of feel like I don't know who I am anymore. Well, I guess that really isn't quite true, but when you have had one name for 28 years, and then all the sudden you have a new name, and you have to learn to write that instead of your old one, and you have all your legal documents being changed, I sort of feel in the middle between two people, the old me and the new married me. When I have to write my new name, I have to take a second before writing it because I keep writing the old one, and when someone asks me my name, I have to correct myself because I forget. Don't get me wrong, I am not upset about having to change my name, on the contrary I am very excited about it. I just find it strange how in an instant your suddenly a new person with a new name.
Arizona now has a new building in downtown Phoenix on 7th Ave and Van Buren that handles changing your name, you can no longer go into a local office near your home. For those that aren't familiar with the Phoenix Metro Area, let's just say this office sits in the middle of ghetto town, surrounded by illegal immigrants looking to get picked up for work. This office is about 40 miles from our house, so since Kimbo Husband had the day off, I made him take me down there to get this done once and for all.
This new office was really nice, and luckily there wasn't that many people there, and after being searched by the security guard, it only took about ten minutes before they called our number. The guy asked for pretty much all my information; social security number, mother's maiden name, city and date of birth, everything except asking for my first born. He then asked if I would be changing my name to Fry, or a different name. I wanted to say, "Um, is there another name on that paper?". But I was polite. At the end, Phil joked with the guy asking how quickly I could get my name changed back to my maiden name, and the guy just gave Phil this dead on stare and we thought,"Wow, this guy is not to be joked around with!". Finally he says, "You know, I've been waiting for when my wife tells me my time is expired", and then started joking around with us..phew!
After this, we had to go downstairs to the Social Security District Office, because I had to make sure to get my name changed for my disability benefits and Medicare. This place was a lot more packed, so we go to sign in. The woman asks for my full name, so I said since I just changed it upsets, my name is...and I gave her my full name, using Fry. Then I kinda laughed and told her what my maiden name was and I said I guess I have to use my new name now and she looked at me and sternly said, "Not Yet!". I was like, whoa lady! So she enters me into the computer and tells me they will call my name, and then proceeds to tell me they will call me by my first name and my maiden name, just in case, I don't know, I forgot what my maiden name from ten minutes ago. I finally get called up to a window and everything gets changed over, and I ask the lady when I will be getting my new Medicare card and she says, "Oh, I guess I can order one of those to be sent to you". Hmm...ya think that might be a good idea.
So I got out of there and now I have to wait two days for their system to update before I can go and get my driver's license changed, and after that I can go through the process of changing my name at the bank, credit cards, and all that fun stuff. Who knew changing a name would such tough work!
It is strange though, because in a sense I sort of feel like I don't know who I am anymore. Well, I guess that really isn't quite true, but when you have had one name for 28 years, and then all the sudden you have a new name, and you have to learn to write that instead of your old one, and you have all your legal documents being changed, I sort of feel in the middle between two people, the old me and the new married me. When I have to write my new name, I have to take a second before writing it because I keep writing the old one, and when someone asks me my name, I have to correct myself because I forget. Don't get me wrong, I am not upset about having to change my name, on the contrary I am very excited about it. I just find it strange how in an instant your suddenly a new person with a new name.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Marriage: A One Month Review
Tomorrow Phil (also known as Kimbo Husband) and I will have been married a month. Surprisingly, it seems like it has been a lot longer. Not in a bad way, mind you, but I suppose because even though the entire year we were together we weren't legally married, we felt married to each other.
A few people have asked me if married life feels different, and honestly, I have to say not really. At first, it seemed sort of strange. We talked so much about being married, but when it happened I remember looking at him thinking, "Wow, I actually have a husband", and then "Wow, we've really made a huge commitment". But overall, we really stepped into marriage as if it were already a comfortable old shoe, it was familiar and nice, and seemed like it was just the right thing to be doing.
Life really hasn't changed for us, I don't feel differently about him then I did before, and our normal day to day routine hasn't changed. We sort of just got married, and then went back to doing what we do. We've had our hard times though since being married, and it is all due to finances, which what couple doesn't get stressed about money. Work is slow and the gas prices are killing us, and we get frustrated over it and can at times take it out on each other, but we have never been a couple to yell and scream and fight at each other. A voice may be raised, but we love each other enough to take a step back and say let's take a look at what's really bothering us, or letting the other know your not upset with them, but this is what is bothering you.
The one thing I do love, though, is being able to say I am married. My whole life I have always wanted a husband, and a family. When I was younger, say my early twenties, I felt that the whole purpose of life was to meet someone and get married and start a family. As I grew up, I realized that getting married wasn't the most important thing in life, which is maybe why I ended up finding Phil and fulfilling my dream. I no longer hold marriage up on some pedestal where I thought life would be easy and blissful. Instead I know that it is full of rough patches and ups and downs, but if the love is there, you can make it through anything. But there are a few things I love, such as being able to, in conversation, make mention that "my husband did this", or "my husband and I went here". And of course, I love wearing my ring and being able to look down at my hand and see that symbol of our love and commitment to each other.
Now, I know that as our marriage continues, the newness will wear off and I won't look at my ring all the time and show it off, and won't keep saying the word husband in every other sentence, but right now I am just enjoying being a wife and looking forward to where our life is going to take us.
A few people have asked me if married life feels different, and honestly, I have to say not really. At first, it seemed sort of strange. We talked so much about being married, but when it happened I remember looking at him thinking, "Wow, I actually have a husband", and then "Wow, we've really made a huge commitment". But overall, we really stepped into marriage as if it were already a comfortable old shoe, it was familiar and nice, and seemed like it was just the right thing to be doing.
Life really hasn't changed for us, I don't feel differently about him then I did before, and our normal day to day routine hasn't changed. We sort of just got married, and then went back to doing what we do. We've had our hard times though since being married, and it is all due to finances, which what couple doesn't get stressed about money. Work is slow and the gas prices are killing us, and we get frustrated over it and can at times take it out on each other, but we have never been a couple to yell and scream and fight at each other. A voice may be raised, but we love each other enough to take a step back and say let's take a look at what's really bothering us, or letting the other know your not upset with them, but this is what is bothering you.
The one thing I do love, though, is being able to say I am married. My whole life I have always wanted a husband, and a family. When I was younger, say my early twenties, I felt that the whole purpose of life was to meet someone and get married and start a family. As I grew up, I realized that getting married wasn't the most important thing in life, which is maybe why I ended up finding Phil and fulfilling my dream. I no longer hold marriage up on some pedestal where I thought life would be easy and blissful. Instead I know that it is full of rough patches and ups and downs, but if the love is there, you can make it through anything. But there are a few things I love, such as being able to, in conversation, make mention that "my husband did this", or "my husband and I went here". And of course, I love wearing my ring and being able to look down at my hand and see that symbol of our love and commitment to each other.
Now, I know that as our marriage continues, the newness will wear off and I won't look at my ring all the time and show it off, and won't keep saying the word husband in every other sentence, but right now I am just enjoying being a wife and looking forward to where our life is going to take us.
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