Showing posts with label Marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marriage. Show all posts

McPerfect, Chinese Food, and **143

This weekend, Gator Guy and I celebrated our Anniversary.  Six years since we said the big "I Dos" and Twelve years since our very first date.  Awww....I know...we are uber cute (and cheesy). We spent the night eating lots of sushi, going to comedy works, stopping by a local bar for a night cap, and then a dance party for two back at our place.  It is by far my favorite thing to do...Dance Party.

So in honor of our 12 Amazing years, here's 12 facts about Kat & Gator Guy:

  1. Our first date was to see the movie, "For the Love of the Game".  I was a Senior and Gator guy was a Jr.  I snatched him up nice & young  ;)
  2. Our wedding song was Nora Jones - Come Away With Me...but our True Wedding song is Al Green - Let's Stay Together.  When we practiced our first dance, we just couldn't get the beat down, so we changed to good ol Nora. 
  3. Gator Guy massages my back at least 4 times per week.  Ah-mazing.
  4. We first said "I Love You" by sending **143 to our pagers.  Yes...Pagers. 
  5. We order Chinese food every year for Valentine's day.
  6. Our reception was at Mile Migh, I wore a Bronco garter, and we went the Bronco Game the day after....Can you say, Super Fans???
  7. WAY before McDreamy came along we called each other McPerfect and McSexy.  I still to this day write cards to my McPerfect. 
  8. I went back to Gator Guy's prom as a college Freshman.  Pretty damn cool I must say.  (Yeah...not really.  But anything for my man, right??)
  9. We have only played on the same beer pong team once.  Once.  If it is up to us, we prefer to play on opposite teams every game night.   
  10. We go to bed at the same time...every night.
  11. We secretly compete at everything (see #9)...We even compete with who brushes their teeth the longest.   (Dr. Taylor would be so proud). 
  12. In high school, I would always buy Gator Guy orange and green TicTacs because I thought that was the Gator colors.  It wasn't until well into our first year of dating that I figured it out.  So embarrassing to admit at this point in my Gator Fan Lifehood.   

Posted in: , , on Monday, September 19, 2011 at 2 comments  

Rules for My BFF's Boys

As I begin to plan my Dearest A's bachelorette party, I am reminded of just how happy I am for her and her soon-to-be-hubby.  I was even lucky enough to have my very first photo shoot with them and play  around with some pictures.


But it also reminded me of my Three Rules for My BFF's Boyfriends, Fiances, Husbands, and Lovers (or lovas). 

I suggest that you adopt the following policies for your BFFs as well:

1.  She Must Light Up - You know it when you see it.  And it's not that they are all over each other and sitting on eachothers laps in public (which by the way I cannot freaking stand...Find another chair people - it's not that hard!!), but it's more her glow...her smile....her presence...now that he is present in her life.   I know, its a little old school or perhaps the intro to Adventures-of-Babysitting, but just as Elisabeth Shue did, I picture my BFF draping the curtains over her head singing "And Then He Kissed Me".... simply because he is in her life. 
2.  He Treats Her Like A Princess - Didn't we all daydream at one point in our lives  that we would be swept away by a strong and handsome prince (perhaps wearing a gator jersey or jockey shirt)??  But I have to be honest, that reality should never go away.  This does not mean that my BFFs need to live the Bach lifestyle and go on helicopter rides or Pretty Women shopping sprees for every date.  It just means that there should never be a doubt in my mind whether my BFFs are loved and treated....like a princess.

3.  If the situation were to arise where that BFF's boy and I were to spend 24 hours together...we better have a Damn Good Time - So what all does this entail?  Well, he must have a sense of humor, preferably with a lot of sarcasm.  He must be able to carry on a conversation...I don't have time or energy to deal awkward silence.  And he shall love sports...or at least be passionate about some sort of entertainment.  I cannot be bothered with 24 hours of philosophical talk, and even though our conversations may be deep into the meaning of life at some point...I want the comfort to know that we can just simply talk about the big game.


So...I must definitely say that my Dearest A's soon-to-be-hubby definitely passes with flying colors.  Do you have standards and policies for your BFFs??  If so, please do share.

Posted in: , , , , , on Friday, April 8, 2011 at 2 comments  

You Got What I Need


Its a song like this that makes me smile and reminds me that I have the most amazing man.

Posted in: , , on Saturday, November 13, 2010 at 0 comments  

Seventy One Years

Can you imagine being 71?  Can you image being married for 71 years?!?  Last week, we said goodbye to my Dear Grandpa.  You can read more about him here.  But I just had to share on this blog too, because he touched so many lives.  Even the Denver Post wrote a short article about his passing.  I am so proud to be a part of this family.  And I am so proud to say that my Grandparents were married for 71 years.  
My Grandma and Grandpa Loved music.  They lived it.  They played Country Music for dances, churches, nursing homes, and parties throughout southern Colorado for over six decades.  And it was the Good Ol Country.  The kind you can tap your boots to.  

At mine and Gator Guys' wedding, we did the Anniversary Dance.  Where all married couples are on the dance floor and one by one everyone steps off according to how long they have been hitched.  Obviously the newlyweds are the first off.  But I have to say that I was again proud to see the last three couples.  My Aunt and Uncle, my parents at 39 years at the time, and my Grandparents at 66 years at the time.  Those are some good genes to have and I know that we can make it through anything.  My favorite part of the service was how the Pastor talked about Ben & Fern.  Fern & Ben.  They were two peas in the same pod.  Two peanuts in the same shell.  And that was true.  You never saw one without the other.  And I hope to follow in their path with as many years with Gator Guy by my side. 

Posted in: , on Wednesday, July 21, 2010 at 8 comments  

Picking Your Team



Gettin Hitched:

I seriously think dating is like a sport. (I will refer specifically to dating later.) But getting engaged is just like picking your team. And no, not which team you play for because hopefully you are aware of that by the time you are looking to get hitched. I think it is like when a new head coach is picking out his coaching staff. Think about it, every relationship has a head coach. Someone who is more dominate or "wears the pants" as they say. For us, that is Me...Coach Kat. And the main reason I know this is, is because I am the one admitting it. A head coach knows he or she is the head coach, no questions about it. (So wipe off that smile and give me twenty!) Head coaches also tend to have a little more drama (and yes, I will admit I bring on the drama) whether it is spitting like Cowher, throwing a hissy fit like Gruden, or turning beat red like Shanahan. These coaches are intense, but are also damn good at what they do. (Minus Gruden of course...but I just had to make fun of Chucky.)



However, every head coach needs an offensive coordinator. Without that someone right by their side, it will make for a very long and tough season. And in my 4 years of marriage, I have come to realize that the offensive coordinator really calls ALL the shots. So even though I may "wear the pants" (or cut off hoodie if you are Belichick) I really refer to my offensive coordinator on basically all decisions. Get em Kubiak!

The Big Game
Like most couples I know, it is really not a surprise that the proposal is coming. Most of us girls demand that we have a say in what the ring looks like because one, it is on our finger for the rest of our life. And two - we know there was a piece of jewelry that your man picked out for you on his own and you oh-so-politely put it on while wondering if he bought it at walmart with his grandmother. But once he does get down on one knee, states your full name, and asks you to spend the rest of your lives together....it is game time!


The Draft
Time to pick out those bridesmaids. The women in your life that have been there through it all, came to your halloween soccer parties, helped you throw your first keggers when your parents were at "the land", went shopping with you when you came back from the land down under 5 sizes too big, sang concert style to love ballades before practicing beer pong, and laughed their hardest during the "hunchback" nights. Its a big decision on who you will pick. I of course, couldn't limit it to just a few and had 7. And still managed to piss off a few others. Either way, Rule #1 - Just because you were in someone's wedding, does NOT mean that they need to be in yours. Especially if that wedding was the "worst wedding ever". More on that disaster later.

Posted in: , , on Tuesday, June 30, 2009 at 0 comments  

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