Nate and I celebrated our eleventh wedding anniversary this past Friday because (1) we were actually married on June 25; and (2) we wanted to do something a little more fun than watching 78 different Michael Jackson tributes on TV which would inevitably lead to a discussion of Hey, what do you think Farrah is doing right now? I mean, other than yelling WHAT AM I? CHOPPED LIVER WITH AWESOME HAIR?
So, we left the oldest in charge of the youngest and drove away to the echos of DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING SHE SAYS? and MWAHHHHHHHHHHHH and DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT? YOU’RE STILL LEAVING ME WITH HER?
We had a sub-par dinner at a new restaurant that we’ll never go back to again and a delicious dessert at a coffee bar that I wish would relocate directly into my mouth, like, yesterday. We arrived back home to find both girls not only alive but on speaking terms so we hustled them into the car, drove to the lake and watched the sunset all together as a family.
I can’t think of a nicer way to celebrate the day I unwittingly relinquished control of the TV remote forever.
I leave you with a snippet from my annual anniversary post I wrote two years ago in which I explain how we make our marriage work successfully and at no point do I mention copious amount of alcohol or hallucinogenic drugs.
A girl can’t give away all her secrets.
Happy Sunday, everyone!
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An excerpt from Anniversary of a Second Chance
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Nine years ago today, Nate and I closed our eyes, held hands, said a prayer, took a deep breath and jumped off that rocky cliff known as Mt. Do Over into the uncertainty that is holy matrimony the second time around. No rip cords, no bungee lines, no instructors, no parachutes … just a free fall. I planned a wedding in 1991 and we planned a marriage in 1999 and that makes all the difference in the world. Want to know how we do it? Here’s a peek:
COMPROMISE:
WHAT WORKS FOR US: The first one to actually name a restaurant wins.
WHAT DOESN’T: Where do you want to eat? I don’t know, where do you want to eat? I don’t know. What are you in the mood for? I don’t know, what do you feel like? I don’t know. Well, this is great. Why is it up to me? Why don’t you decide? Why don’t you? Fine, we just won’t go. Fine. Fine. Fine.
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DINNER:
WHAT WORKS: Keeping frozen pizzas on hand for Nate’s dinner on those nights when I don’t cook because one or both of the girls has to be somewhere at dinnertime.
WHAT DOESN’T: Why aren’t you eating the plate I made for you? What do you mean, you don’t eat leftovers? They’re not leftovers, they’re only an hour old. They actually have to be served at another meal before they can be considered leftovers. Didn’t you learn that in school? Just heat it up in the microwave. Oh wait, I know. You don’t like it. That’s it, right? You just don’t want to tell me. It’s ok, just tell me! I won’t be mad. If you don’t tell me, I’ll make it again and we’ll have to suffer through this entire conversation one more time so just tell me.
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T LIKE IT? SINCE WHEN?
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DIVISION OF LABOR:
WHAT WORKS: Me having absolute authority over the laundry, control freak that I am.
WHAT DOESN’T: Nate deciding to wash one shirt and taking all the delicates from the washer and shoving them in the dryer on high for 57 minutes, resulting in my beautiful green angora sweater now making its debut on Helena’s American Girl doll.
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OUR COMFORT ZONES:
WHAT WORKS: Knowing and accepting each other’s strengths and weaknesses. For instance, I stay inside as much as possible because my body is allergic to nature and I will never be one with the elements no matter how many times I’m forced to watch Survivorman. Likewise, Nate is outdoors as much as possible because his body is allergic to dust.
WHAT DOESN’T: Oh my God, it’s hot out here. Don’t you think it’s hot? You don’t? Is it just me? No, it’s hot. I can’t do this. I think my hair is blistering. I just … ugh, what is that? Wait … wait … oh my God, is that sweat? Yes, that is sweat. Nate, I am actually sweating. Actual beads of perspiration are running down my face and back and chest. Could this be any more gross? Oh my God, is that a bug? IS THERE A BUG ON MY FACE? I’m going inside before I die.
WHAT ALSO DOESN’T: Oh my God, it’s freaking cold out here. What the hell degrees is it? My nose is frozen. Nate, is my nose still there? I can’t feel it. Feel my fingers … can you feel them? I can’t feel them. Am I walking OK? Because I can’t feel my feet. What does frostbite feel like? Is this frostbite? I can’t breathe. Where’s my tongue? I think my tongue is frozen. Nathe? Ith my tongue thtill there? Nathe? Hep me, Nathe. I wanth go inthide Nathe. I’m gointh inthide. Nathe?
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COMMUNICATION:
WHAT WORKS: Accepting Nate-isms, as in “affirmative” for yes, “negative” for no and “action item” for something that needs to be done immediately as in RIGHT THIS INSTANT.
WHAT DOESNT: Avoiding conversation until I’m spoken to like a normal human being because that could take awhile and we need to discuss whatever it is that needs discussing before I age so much that I lose my teeth, shrink, turn into a human Shar Pei and die of organ failure.
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CONFLICT RESOLUTION:
WHAT WORKS: Slowing down and waving to the asshole in the car immediately behind you to pass you rather than having him hump your bumper for the next 18 miles.
WHAT DOESN’T: Slamming on your brakes to see if the asshole behind you actually rams into you because sacrificing the car and your family is totally OK if you are in the right in the eyes of the law and that annoying little green Geico gecko and it’s more important to be right than alive.
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HABITS:
WHAT WORKS: Putting up with quirks such as Nate cutting his spaghetti with a steak knife in one direction, turning his plate and cutting in the opposite direction, done with such ferocious intensity that if I shut my eyes, I can practically see a rabid badger clawing its way through our kitchen table, because part of being married means accepting your spouse’s idiosyncrasies.
WHAT DOESN’T: STOP IT, STOP IT, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD , STOP IT BEFORE I GOUGE MY EYES OUT WITH A FORK.
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COMMUNICATION:
WHAT WORKS: Nate repeating the following phrases for approximately one hour: What’s wrong, Andy? Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.
WHAT DOESN’T: Nate repeating those phrases for approximately one hour. I know this sounds like it should work according to the above, but it’s all in the timing. Sometimes it works and I break down and cry and tell him what’s wrong and he fixes it and sometimes it doesn’t work because I don’t want him to fix it, I just want him to be aware of it, to acknowledge its existence, to just listen to me and agree with me that is just sucks but for the love of Pete, NOT FIX IT. It’s basically a crap shoot and I feel for Nate, I really do, because it’s his crap shoot and the odds change on a daily basis, depending on the position of the sun and whether or not everyone has enough clean underwear to last through tomorrow.
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HOLIDAY STRESS:
WHAT WORKS: Getting an artificial Christmas tree.
WHAT DOESN’T: Watching in horror and shielding the kids’ eyes as Nate takes a hacksaw to the once beautiful Blue Spruce that adorned our dining room because he’d rather hack it to pieces than drag its carcass across the new carpet, through two doorways, out to the end of the driveway where he will be forced to stare at it for days on end because the garbage men didn’t have enough room in their truck to pick it up that week and in the meantime, he is wading through a sea of needles that he can feel but can’t see and this is enough to drive him insane for the next six months or until he vacuums 273 times, whichever comes first.
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TAKING DIRECTION:
WHAT WORKS: A GPS system.
WHAT DOESN’T: Asking Nate to slow down so that you can actually decipher the map without getting car sick, all the while yelling at the top of your lungs that it’s not your fault that they make the Grand Canyon look so small on these stupid maps and maybe if he had just asked for directions from that homeless man with the broken shopping cart and no teeth five miles back, we wouldn’t be in this predicament known as LOST UP SHIT’S CREEK WITHOUT A PADDLE so don’t even talk to me anymore or so help me God, I will get out of this car and walk my ass back to Las Vegas alone even if it kills me.
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Happy anniversary, Nate! You still make me catch my breath and wonder at my luck in finding a love with you that I didn’t think was possible. I truly believe you are my soul mate and if you ever read this blog, know that I love you more now that I did when we jumped off that cliff nine years ago and I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.
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12 thoughts on “Weekend regurgitation: If Michael Jackson were alive, we’d have him arrested for stealing our thunder”
That goatee looks sooooooooooooooo cute on him–you guys make such a sweet couple! Happy anniversary again!
This was the best post ever. I hope your girls pick up just a little, or a lot, of your awesome sense of humor because you’re awesome. Happy Anniversary!
Useful, hilarious, and touching. Why have I not been here before?
Um… You kind of rock.
PS- happy anniversary !
Happy Anniversary!! Poor Farrah!
I loved this before, and still do 🙂
Would just like to point out how Nate seems to have aged significantly since you were married, but you still look as fresh as a daisy! (OK – you now have to be my BFF FOREVER!)
Congratulations! Wow, you guys are the perfect team. As Irma Bombeck says, “Marriage has no guarantees. If that’s what you’re looking for, go live with a car battery.” There are moments in my life when the idea of a car battery seems blissful. But then I realize that snuggling with it will probably result in electrocution…
I love the spaghettii one. I can just picture that-my hubby does stuff like that too!
is that you and your hubby? OMG YOUR SO CUUUUUUTE 😀
Oh! Happy Anniversary!!!! You guys look gorgeous together! And guess what? I just this weekend got an anniversary the very next day after you!!!! Because I got married on Saturday night and we were jumping off Mt. Do Over too!!!!!!!!!
Sorry for all the explanation points and probably unmerited excitement. I’m sure SOMEBODY had to have an anniversary the very next day after yours. It just happened that it was me.
I love it!! You made me smile, giggle and laugh at my computer, which caused my own husband to look at me like I am loosing my mind, again. LOL
Happy Anniversary!!!!
I sent this to Mike because I tried reading it to him and couldnt get through it because I was laughing so hard (as usual) – we can so relate to many of these scenarios! You sum them up perfect as always! Happy Anniversary!
Wow! You look fab!
Oh, and the nerve of some people…. always takin the spotlight 🙂