double duty

look familiar to anyone?

ha ha i love this picture.

turns out andrew and i are both pretty imaginative in our sleep. we try to write it down when the other says something funny. so here are a few...enjoy ha ha.

this morning,

andrew was waking up. i was sitting next to him in bed on my laptop.

A: rolls over towards me, starting to wake up. "watcha doing babe?"

M: "looking at apartments in dallas".

A: "parking in dallas." (not even a question, just an odd statement).

M: "apartments..."

short pause.

A: sounding very sure of himself: "that's a great couch".

M: "couch?"

A: nods. then goes back to sleep.

a week or two ago. andrew had just woken up, and we were talking normal, lucid. then there was a lull in the conversation, and next thing i hear...

A: "you're always banging your mallet".

M: confused, we had just been talking, both awake. so i thought he was still awake. "what? banging my mallet?"

A: "banging your mallet, like a judge. you're always banging your mallet like a judge".

ha ha!

also recently:

i went to wake andrew up. i had already showered and had just been blow drying my wet hair. andrew had his arm around my neck and felt how hot it was (from the blow dryer) but he didn't know that. since he was still half asleep.

he told me:

"you're as hot as a bottle".

"you're as hot as a bottle of warm milk."

a month or two ago, andrew told me that the night before, as i was falling asleep, i started talking crazy (no surprise there). i said:

"they have birdie birdie birdie birdie birdie birdie birdie birdie birdie birdie birdie birdie boots." and then turned and rolled over. 12 birdies. who knew.

another one, soon after we had gotten married. andrew was saying our prayer and i was super tired and falling asleep during it. i think i managed to say amen. then i tried to go the extra mile and say goodnight and i love you to andrew. only, instead of "love you andrew" it came out like this:

"i love you heavenly father"... and i left andrew bewildered. ha ha.

via

dessert. what a point of controversy around our house.

in most couples i know.....the wife is a little more health conscious than the man. not to overgeneralize, but i know this is the case with more than one man and wife we know. how do i put this?.....this is not the case with us. i am not downright unhealthy or anything, but compared to my husband... i am pathetic! he is extremely dedicated and works out in the gym 3 times a week no matter what, plus basketball usually twice a week. since this is my first semester not playing lacrosse, i am a spotty work out-er. really spotty. i won't discuss the specifics, thank you. ha ha.

along with his work out schedule, andrew has a pretty strict diet/regimen for caloric intake. contrary to the typical woman, andrew is always adding more calories to his diet. but he is fickle about what type of calories--rightly so--which puts some pressure on me to eat right, to keep up [also cooking for him can be intimidating!] but do i keep up? no. not really. i am not awful, but i don't put much thought into calories and specifics. [i let my stomach do the deciding and try to stay away/limit anything reaallly bad.] so far, i can't complain. the scale stays the same and the jeans still fit, so i guess i can enjoy my young metabolism for a little bit longer. but i like to think someday i will be a runner.

back to dessert...i guess what they say about sweet tooths is real. i didn't realize there were truly people out there that aren't crazy about sugar. i always have been, probably always will be, judging by how my mother is*. and the bad thing is, i don't want to change. i love being a sweet tooth.

but not my husband. since we are living with my parents, we are graced with her delicious desserts probably 3 nights a week. no matter how full i am, i just can't pass it up. but andrew almost always passes on dessert. crazy if you ask me. does anybody out there know what this is like? or am i the only wife that is WORSE than her husband? just curious.

oh yeah....did i mention that my crazy mom made me THREE different birthday cakes last month? ha ha. course i ate all three, whereas andrew passed on two out of the three. silly self controlled man.

i wish i had a picture of the homemade asphalt pie my mom made me. it was 3 tiered.

ps. *as long as i can look as good as my mom does, i will continue to embrace my sweet tooth.