7 Marriage Advice Tips

In 7 days it will be 7 years. And, that lighting makes me look like I have a mustache? I mustache why… ha!

Almost 7 years. Do I have it all figured out? Do you want marriage advice? Yeah… I’m not sure I could give you any…

Why? Well obviously because

  1. Marriage is hard.
  2. Every marriage is different.
  3. It’s only been almost 7 years… I don’t have all the answers.
  4. Yeah….

I heard either just before I was planning my wedding, or maybe while I was planning my wedding to pay attention to the planning process. It would be an indication of how the marriage would go. What?

Planning our wedding was easy for the most part. We had a few hiccups. But most of that time, from the time he proposed to the actual wedding day, we felt like we were sitting around twiddling our thumbs wondering what we were forgetting.

  • Flowers… check
  • Photographer… check
  • Dress… check
  • Tuxes… check
  • Wedding hall…. check
  • House to live in… check

What were we forgetting? Seriously, what were we forgetting? Turns out, we had all our t’s dotted and our i’s crossed… or something like that.

So here’s the advice I can give you….

Nicole’s Marriage Advice



Sunday when I got home from the ride, I was scrolling through Facebook, mindlessly. Hubby’s cousin had this posted on her wall and it showed up in my feed:

I thought I’d be funny and asked hubby this question/statement. His answer…. Steak.

I kind of looked at him like he was crazy and said, Steak? He started laughing.

And ladies and gentlemen, that’s a conversation at my house…. You’re welcome.

5 Years = The Wood Anniversary

I wonder where they came up with the traditional Anniversary gifts…. Not going to lie, some of them are just a bit…. weird…. but hey whatever.

When hubby and I got married, as we approached our first anniversary I just knew we needed to keep gifts based around traditional gifts. This year I got lax on that though… hubby did good, me…. not so much. I really couldn’t decide what to get him. I thought about being a smart alic (sp??) and give him a log… you know, you could burn it in the fireplace? Weird right….

Anyway I wound up buying him this…….

Why yes, we are Chiefs fans at my house :). I still thought about going out and getting that log or a stick, but I didn’t.

The night before our anniversary everyone at dive club meeting gave hubby a hard time about forgetting our anniversary. Especially because I put up my facebook picture of our wedding picture and my grandparents wedding picture (same anniversary!!) earlier in the week. They said either

A) I was trying to remind him or
B) it was there to scare him and make him look at a calendar.


5 Years

5 Years… Wow-what a ride it has been. We’ve seen our shares of ups, our shares of downs, our shares of bad attitudes and bad tempers and lots and lots of laughs. We’ve been through job changes, losing jobs, nights apart due to jobs, starting school, graduate school, and that’s only the beginning… remember comps are coming up!

And if that wasn’t enough, we decided to start a family, only we didn’t realize that it would go off so quickly and then the scares we had involving that all while trying to keep our heads afloat and not lose sight of the day to day tasks we had to do… ie work and school… but we got that gorgeous baby girl who calls both of us dada even though she can say, mama. That’s a real head-scratcher there.

We’ve cried, fought, screamed, laughed, prayed, and every other thing you can think when it comes to this marriage, and sometimes when we’ve almost been ready to just say screw it all together, we come through for each other and proceed forward. I guess that line for better or worse, richer or poorer holds true to our marriage and even though it is difficult sometimes, it definitely makes us stronger. (more…)

Sand the rest of the story, ha!

Yes, that wasn’t puny… although it was….

Okay so I blogged 12 days in a row and then fell off the face of blog land for 2 days. I can’t explain it other than I think school might just kick my butt this semester. Not only do I have classes but I have comps. Remember my mention about the book list…. ugh! But I’ll have you know I just finished Wurthering Heights by Emily Brontë.

Anyway I mentioned in our post coming home from Pensacola Beach that there was a story about us and sand and that I would share it at a future date. Today is the future date.

I’ve mentioned before that my husband and I went to high school together… we were just friends, never dated.

Our sophomore year of high school our band went to Disney World. One of the days that we were in Florida the band headed over to Cocoa Beach. That was only my second time ever going to the beach because hello… I live in a land locked state. (My first was to South Carolina 3 years previous to this trip.)

While at the beach I might have snagged a handful of sand. At the time I did it I didn’t realize I’d still have it almost 20 years later and that it would have some meaning. Meaning you ask? Well… my husband and I were at this beach at the same time as really good friends. And yes, I still have the sand… Sadly it almost got dumped one day just because I knocked over the ring box. Yes, you’d think I’d put it in a better box, but for now, that’s what it’s in and has been for years.


12 Something AM

Husband: What time is it?
Me: I don’t know, I don’t have my glasses on and I can’t see the clock
Baby: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh
M: Hold on let me find my glasses.
H: It’s 12 something (no idea what he said)
B: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
H: I think she’s hot.
M: Hold on, I’ll go get her a onesie to change into out of those jammies. What if she gets cold?
H: She’ll snuggle up against me, she won’t get cold.
M: Okay.

**I stumble into the other room, grab her a onesie and come back. We change her clothes.**

B: Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
M: Come to momma
**Place her on my chest digging her elbow out of my boob. OUCH!
H: Here, let me take her
**Place her on his chest. She picks up her head and blech… Throw up everywhere.
**Deer in the headlights look on my face.
H: Get a big towel, quickly.

And that my friends is how you take a shower at 12 something a.m.

Pumpkin Carving #3

Hubby and I were finally able to carve our pumpkins on Friday night. Now Thursday night I started carving on hubby’s, I gutted it so that it would have time to dry up a bit since we were also going to use it for Baby Girl’s photo shoot. Friday night he was able to cut some leg holes for her.

And then baby girl screamed. I wasn’t able to get a smile, but I at least lucked out and got one where she wasn’t screaming. Note to self: warm pumpkin up next time!

Then we went back in the house, put her onesie back on her and she sat in the Bumbo on the table with us while mommy and daddy carved pumpkins.

We chose to use patterns out of a book. Poor Tbug didn’t have that option because we had to buy a new book, we lost the other one :(.

This one cracked me up. It was either a level 3 or 4 and I must admit that the first time I remember carving pumpkins was when I was a senior in high school. I might have with my parents when I was a little kid, I’m not sure. I should ask sometime. But the first time I remember, I was a senior in high school.

Someone decided that they were tired and it was nap time…

Hubby’s is the one on the left, mine is the one on the right.

We’ve tried to keep it a tradition since we’ve been married to carve pumpkins. So how did we do?

Past Pumpkin Carvings: 2014 – Tbug, 2014 – Underwater, 2013 – Family, 2013 – Underwater, 2012 – Family, 2011 – Hubby & me2010 – Family,

When Road Trippin

-I take self-portraits with the iPhone because I get bored. Hubby smiles too.
-I kick my shoes off and get comfortable. He wears tennis shoes and tends to keep his legs in one position and gets stiff legged.
-The hubs usually drives to the destination. We chat. I usually drive home or at least part of the way home and he either snores in the passenger seat or sings. 
-When we do chat, he chats about this that and everything. I yack about pictures and cameras and yada yada yada.
-Although sometimes we get to giggling about how one or the other of us try to pronounce words or things we say… (et cetera, toot, dot dot dot, You put your ketchup in  the fries)  
-He gets annoyed at me and calls me a “backseat driver.” I ask if he’d like me to move into the back seat.
-I am typically the one who is in eager need of the bathroom. I think he could go hours upon hours without stopping.
-When we get home, I’m usually ready to get all the stuff out of the car and immediately start washing clothes. Hubby wants to wait until later and is ready for bed. (I’m ready for bed too!)
And that my friends would be how we roll.
I wrote this tonight… now it is time to go to bed and you guys will read this in the morning.
It definitely is good to be home… Do I have stories to tell that include but may or may not be limited to getting thrown out of a motel in the middle of the night…

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