Will wonders never cease? I hate that saying. My blue color won out and there are now two lovely coats on the kitchen wall. Thanks for all the reassurance that I was right, but I knew I was.

Ethan spent his afternoon in the new clubhouse. There is this very tall monstrosity in our backyard for kids. You can see it for miles. Ok, maybe not miles…but from way down the road. It’s got lights and electricity. What more could a kid want? I’m thinking it will come in handy after we move in and Nate disagrees with me again. Perfect place for him.

How much do you think it would cost to add heat out there?

After 7 years of marriage my husband has yet to learn that I am right about most things. Even when I remind him of past events in which I let him be right and it turned out badly. Just this week I told him that Ethan’s baseball team would not be wearing their uniforms to practice. Nate disagreed and dressed him accordingly. Guess what? I was right.

Then, there was that time when the old man next door was acting funny. I kept telling Nate that he was loopy and semi-dangerous. He kept telling me I was paranoid. A week later the old man climbed over our back fence, came in our back door and when I approached him he tried to kiss me. Since he was wrong we built a 6 foot fence to divide the houses.

Over the past few weeks we’ve made some decisions on flooring and paint in our new home. For the most part we’ve agreed or compromised. There was that one time I had to remind him that putting hardwood floor in the laundry room would be stupid, because I’ve been known to have a washing machine overflow with water a time or two. He finally agreed on ceramic tile.

When it came to choosing paint colors for the walls we disagreed on the kitchen. My husband has good taste, I’ll give him that. Although I frequently must remind him that a black shirt and brown shoes do not match.

Nate is stuck in the mind-set of Carol Brady having a yellow kitchen. I’m much more modern. I like yellow, but if you look at the light living room wall it is the same color that runs down the side of the kitchen and hallway.

I think we need something contrast it. Let me show you four possible options. This wall will eventually have a chair rail and white wainscoting below that line to the floor.

So you tell me who is right here. I vote for the far right blue color. Nate votes for either yellow color. I know I’m right.

It has taken Nate over 8 years to get used to my language. We grew up only 6 1/2 hours away from each other in the same state, yet you would think we are from different planets from the way we describe things. His city was much larger than my town, but very similar in economic make-up. The way we communicate is very different though.

He is direct and to the point. He doesn’t tell stories. And he certainly doesn’t jump from subject to subject. There are definite pauses in his speaking style.

On the other hand, I randomly discuss whatever is on my mind. I may be in the middle of one story and remember that I ran into our old neighbor at the grocery store today. In my world it is important to tell him right there in the middle of the story about the old neighbor. In Nate’s world it is distracting and annoying.

I also use words that make no sense to him. Of course they make perfect sense to me. When I ask him to bring me the doohickie, he should know what I’m talking about right?

Please tell me that these words are part of your everyday language:

Comeapart
Comeupins’
Thingamajig
Thingamabob
Doohickie
Tarnation
Upheaval

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Hi my name is Emily and I am a stalker.

Seriously, I believe I have the genetic make up to be one. For the past 8 years we have lived in an older neighborhood where the homes are almost within touching distance. Although we love our house and most (not all) of our neighbors, we are in the process of moving. We’ve really just begun with getting the touching finishes on our house to put it in the awful market.

This means we’ve had to decide exactly what we want in this next home. For me that was an easy list, because I don’t require much. An attached garage, a dishwasher and more than one bathroom. That would make happy. Throw in a few things like laundry on the first floor and a big bath tub and you’ve pretty well made my year.

I could be satisfied just about anywhere, but my husband has other dreams. He would like to be able to sit out in the backyard in his boxers and listen to his New Kids On The Block cassette tapes blaring without being judged. Just kidding. But he doesn’t want to live so close to the neighbors that they can hear me yell obscenities when he drives into our fence. That happened here once and my voice carried throughout the city. But you know, if he just watched where he was going this wouldn’t be an issue.

Really he just doesn’t like the whole block knowing what Santa brought Ethan by glancing at the boxes on trash day. I on the other hand love being able to to decipher other’s lives by a little window watching. I enjoy watching people. Some might call me nosy, but I prefer the word curious. It just seems much nicer.

So who will I stalk out in the middle of nowhere? Think of all the free time I’ll have. Thank goodness for blogs and the ability to stalk all of you. I’m going to call it cyber-stalking.

I came to a realization today. Since my husband received an Xbox for Christmas and can play Tiger Woods Golf from the comfort of our home, he will never need to spend money playing on a course again!

No more Saturday afternoon’s spent trying to coax a ball into a hole the size of a cup.

No more purchasing golf balls to replace the one’s he lost.

No more bitching about how it only rains on the weekends.

He doesn’t agree, but I believe I may have just purchased the best gift ever!!!