How Romance Changes

It's hard to believe that our two-year wedding anniversary is right around the corner. It honestly feels like we just got married. I suppose it's because we haven't really had time to settle? Chris moved in with me right after we got married. Two months later, we moved in with his parents. We lived there for a short seven months before moving to Virginia. Six months later, we moved to Florida. We left Florida for Texas nine months later. Thank you Marine Corps, for keeping our lives exciting.

I would say that the moves have definitely made us stronger. We communicate pretty well, and we enjoy each others' company. We have to when we are making these 1,200 mile moves every few months.

Romance is different, though. Romance for newlyweds is something. Romance after you've been married for a couple of years isn't as...sexy.

Let me explain.

When you go shopping together, romance is when you grab some toilet paper off the shelf and ask your husband, "This is the kind you like, right?"

Or when you get fixed up to go to the local DQ for a date on a Saturday afternoon.

Romance is when you see queso dip in a movie and later agree you both need queso dip.

It doesn't take much, folks, but I love it.

Now we are watching the new season of Trailer Park Boys on Netflix and drinking Oktoberfest.

We went to see "Boyhood" in Corpus Christi today. The theatre was nice. The crowd was much...older. We had to laugh because we associated with the movie because the kid is meant to be just a few years younger than us. But we overheard the elderly crowd we found ourselves among saying things like, "Boy, we sure grew up in a different time, didn't we?" or "I like those philosophical or psychological or whatever you call them movies". Chris loved the movie, I think it spoke to him more than myself. I found it good but anti-climactic. I guess I need some gut-wrenching climax in order to truly enjoy a movie. It was alright.

I start work on Monday! When I first found out I wouldn't start orientation until nearly three weeks after my interview I was so annoyed, trying to figure out how I would pass the time, but now I find myself thinking, "Crap, I had a lot more I wanted to do."

Oh, well. I should be working three-to-four days per week meaning I should have three-to-four days per week to get things done around the house and spoil the pups.

Chris has been incredibly busy. To put it morbidly, he has been studying extra hard so that he doesn't die. I wish I were kidding, but he doesn't want to make a silly mistake while he is flying that could end terribly. He faces a lot of demons every day, and I am so proud of this kid for doing what he is doing. I also realize that THIS is what he wants to do with his life, so it doesn't seem so scary.

The selections for the aircraft he wants got backed up by a couple of months, so I'm not sure he will be eligible for it. There are other options, though, so he will be happy, no matter what.

I bought my first Ebay item this week. I am, apparently, trying to fit in with the Texas vibe by buying a cowhide rug. No, I am not kidding. It was an exhilarating bidding war that I won.

There isn't a whole lot going on here! Our goal is to spend our anniversary in San Antonio. I managed to find a dog sitter, so hopefully it works out! Maybe there we can work on our romance?