Homeowners?

Sorry, I haven’t written in a little bit. Don’t worry my stories of Mr. Wilson and I will continue. I promise to get back on my game this week.

In the interim… Mr. Wilson and I are in the process of purchasing our first home as a married couple. Here are some pics !!

Mrs. Wilson

Companionship?

One of the best things about being married is having companionship. You always have that person by your side when you need them. This person gets to see the good, the bad, and the ugly thus the vows for better or for worse. When you are in the newlywed stage, such as me, it seems like you can never seem to spend enough time with your spouse.

But the best part of companionship is someone to share your chores with.

I was presented with this great opportunity yesterday when Mr. Wilson was home alone. Mr. Wilson planned on using this time to relax and handle his affairs; i.e. oil change, fix tire, and wash his car. In my mind it was a chance for me to catch up on my personal affairs without being home; i.e. clean the bathrooms, vacuum the floors, clean the kitchen, pick up the dry cleaning and cook dinner.

My husband, being near perfect, did not have a problem with this at all. I am starting to realize that I no longer have to do it all by myself nor is my way the only way. My husband did a great job, so what it took him 8 hours and several trips to the store to complete what typically takes me 2 hours. The point is I appreciate his help.

Who knows ladies maybe I am changing….

Mrs. Wilson

Basketball Playoffs?

When Mr. Wilson and I first started dating I wooed him with my extensive knowledge of sports. I knew all of the players, all the playoff dates; heck I even had a big screen television. To top it off, one of our first dates was to watch a NBA playoff game. So it is understandable that my husband feels duped.

It is now the NBA playoffs with the Miami Heat and Detroit Piston’s playing tonight. Of course I am uninterested. I want to watch HGTV, TLC, Court TV; basically anything but basketball. Since my husband and I are still newlyweds he likes to sit with me and watch my shows. In between commercials he flips to the game to catch the score. I immediately turn the channel back to Flip This House and he just signs.

He laughs and says that I fooled him with my love of sports. So I ask if you knew from the beginning that I would not watch basketball forever would you marry me. His reply, “Of course I would have”. I’m sure if your husband poured it on this thick you would cave and say “let’s cuddle and watch superfine Dwayne Wade and the rest of the Miami Heat”. Not me, I asked him if he could make me a sandwich and watch TV in the other room.

Point is ladies, I am very difficult to live with; but I know for sure that my husband loves me. I too love him more and more each day and if my sandwich is good I may go cuddle with him and watch superfine Mr. Dwayne Wade.

Mrs. Wilson

Changing Our Men?

Remember the day you first met your mate; it was magical or maybe awkward (but I digress). For me, it was my husband’s smile, the way he carried himself, and that fact that he thought I was gorgeous! While we were dating I loved all the little things my husband did. I loved his clothes, his ideas, and most of all I loved him.

So why ladies, once we are married we try to change our men?

Today was a prime example of; Mrs. Wilson trying to change her man’s sense of style. I pride myself on being very fashion forward. I read all of the magazines, know all of the “it” colors for the season, and for goodness sake I shun all who wear white after Labor Day. So my opinion should be very valuable.

My husband’s style is baggy jeans, oversized shirt, perfectly white sneakers and a fresh cut. My style is Banana Republic, Kenneth Cole shoes, expensive handbag, with a modest hairdo. Our styles seem to clash. But my husband being the reasonable person that he is (me totally unreasonable) agrees that during the work week he will succumb to the Banana Republic way of life (he even has his own credit card) but he insist the weekends are his time to shine. I said okay to this but every Saturday and Sunday it is the same thing; “why are you wearing that”, “do those sneakers go”, aren’t your jeans to big”.

So ladies is it me? Do I need to change? Or am I really trying to help society overall?

I need your help!!!

The First Kiss

The first kiss as a Mrs. Somebody is surreal. Your family and friends are cheering you on with smiles and tears. Are these truly tears of joy or because you took the plunge? Whatever the case may be let the good times begin.

Mrs. Wilson