My Girl

I am trying not to have this blog turn into the I Love Dirty page, but here are two little Dirty stories that thawed my once cold, hard heart:

1. Picture it: Me cooking in the kitchen cooking, Dirty on the phone with one of his boys. All of a sudden I catch the tail end of the conversation: "OK, bro (he's corny, I know), I got to go. I'm at my girl's house and she is cooking dinner. I need to set the table before she's done." First, Can I just say that I love that he calls me "my girl"? I know all the feminists will chastise me for that, but I think it is so cute. Second, not only did he set the table without being asked to, but cleared all the dishes and washed them too. I guess the training program I have him in is working. ;)

2. We were watching TV, and a commercial for the cable system came on. If you are in NYC, it is the one with an old couple sitting in matching recliners. Anyway, Dirty turns to me and says "That is totally us in 50 years; look I even have a comb over!" I died laughing, and after I was done I realized the seriousness of the comment and I didn't break out in hives! Growth, people.

Happy New Year.

May 2008 be a year filled with health, happiness and a little more wealth never hurt anyone! :)

BE SAFE!

Happy Holidays!

With the over the top political correctness in the agency that I work for, this post will contain no references to Christmas, or any other religious/cultural winter festivity.

Without further ado, here is a list of all of the gifts I received this holiday season. Stay tuned for a posted picture of my Holiday tree.

1. Parents bought me a Home Owners tool kit and an Aero Garden so I can grow herb in my house. I wish is was the illegal kind, but fresh cilantro will have to do.

2. My bro and s-i-l gave me cash. Tons of it. They shall remain on the Holiday card list next year.

3. My sis bought me the entire Harry Potter series in Italian complete with snappy carrying case, because I'm bilingual like that.

4. Dirty's mother bought me some apartment stuff, glasses and dishes. Really nice.

5. Dirty bought me diamond hoop earrings, Lacoste Touch of Pink perfume that I like, some earmuffs, some lingerie, a gift certificate at Bliss Spa for a total spa day, UFC 79 on Pay-Per-View, and a few more scandalous prezzies.

Not a bad haul. Although I do have to say that I treated everyone really good this year as well. I guess the fact that my credit cards have been smoking in my wallet can attest to that.

For the holiday- that-shall- not- be- named, I cooked an awesome meal for my entire family in my kick ass kitchen; Straciatella Romana soup, an 8 pound standing rib roast with all of the trimmings... garlic mashed potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted asparagus, etc. and gravy from scratch. Go me. It was an awesome meal complemented with SO MUCH wine. After dinner, those who didn't pass out, played cards and watched HP5 on DVD. Such a fun, relaxing day. To top it all off, my mother and Dirty's mother cleaned my whole kitchen, which was the best gift that they could have given me.

On to New Year's Eve, which I hopefully will get to celebrate in my PJ's, cuddled with my men, Dirty and Harry. Yes, I am that nerdy.


P.S.: No joint account. I figure what's mine is mine and what's his is ours. Luckily, he thinks that same way. ;)

Money In The Bank...Maybe

I know I have been crap about posting, but I need everyone's opinion.

Dirty approached me with the idea that we should open a joint bank account together. His reasoning is that when we go on vacation together (more on that later), we can pull from that money and not have to dip into our savings or use a credit card. The most that we would put in would be 50 dollars per paycheck; so like 100 dollars a month.

Theoretically this makes sense to me, as having another pile of money to be able to use when I need it, because I am bad with saving money. But, I am no fool. I watch Judge Judy and listen to Aunt Wendy (and Penny). I am still on the fence about this. I trust Dirty with my life, except when I am post-menstrual. I really feel like he is the one...oh shit, did I just say that out loud? So why am I so resistant to this?

A similar situation happened to T, in that she started a bank account with the guy that she was dating for 5 years, with the thought that they would get married, and needless to say they broke up and less than a year later, she was whoring around, and he was married with a kid on the way.

Regarding our vacation: In March, we are going to Argentina for 3 weeks. He has family in the area and another cousin of mine and her husband who is from there are going as well. So it will be fun, with or without the money in the bank.

Help!