I love being married. I really really do. And so does my husband. For real. He recommends marriage to all his unmarried friends. It's funny. Here's a little something I noticed about marriage, though:

Before getting married I did my own laundry, cleaned my room once in a while. Occasionally helped my mom with household responsibilities, but for the most part my mom did all the cooking and cleaning.

Before getting married Doug did his laundry when he was out of underwear and socks, cleaned the apartment (which he lived in less than a year before we got married) sort of... and not very frequently, ate a bag of chips and a 2L root beer for "dinner", and set the smoke detector off when frying eggs. He had bad sleeping habits because he stayed up way too late playing video games, and his diet left much to be desired (specifically: nutrition).

After getting married I did laundry for two people, cleaned the apartment once a week (usually... I'll admit I sometimes don't clean... but I DO pick up all the clutter and junk). I cooked dinner every night, make nice breakfasts on weekends and made sure there was good food in the cupboards for Doug to eat as snacks. In addition to that I made sure the household ran smoothly, I got us involved in church (and thus helped us make friends), I scheduled appointments, made sure things got renewed before they expired, and other things which are too petty to note.

After getting married Doug had a seemingly endless supply of clean laundry, and somehow all the old ratty socks and t-shirts were replaced with shiny new ones, the apartment was always clean, dinner was always well-balanced and served to him, and he went to bed at a reasonable hour (thus causing him to be healthier and happier).

I think it is fair for Doug to be the one with the "better" end of the deal since he now has to deal with PMS (which isn't pretty, admittedly... and I wish there was something I could do about it), he has to watch the occasional chick-flick, he has to work hard to provide for his family, he has to be the head of the household (which sure sounds like a big responsibility) and he has to endure my endless chattering the moment he walks in the door. :)

I will always be the "sweet girl", no matter how I try to escape it.

I've done things that are not sweet, in an attempt to somehow break the cycle of sweetness, but it still comes back.

They all treat me the same, always have, always will. Like a butterfly, or some kind of delicate flower. They treat me as though they could break me with a breath.

And perhaps it is true... perhaps I am like a butterfly, broken with a single breath.

Wow, another post.

This is actually just to say, since I likely won't be posting here often, a better way to keep in touch with me is my myspace:

www.myspace.com/glob

to add me: my new last name is Christians ;)