The Journey of a New Wife

Let me first start out by saying I love being a Mrs. Every time someone calls me by my married name it brings an instant smile to my face! Especially when Matt’s family refers to me as Mrs. B :) It makes me feel completely welcomed into the fold of his family, which is now a part of my family.

On that note though, I wanted to touch on the issue of pet-peeves in a marriage.

The always empty toilet paper roll

The always empty toilet paper roll

Some things need no explanation beyond a simple picture :)

The constant battle of the Toilet Seat

I am without a doubt a hypocritical pet-peeve’er. There are just some things that are like nails on a chalk board for me, that is as long as its not me doing them. I am curious if anyone else has encountered this issue. Surely it cannot be unique to just me. Matt, God love him, knows pretty much every one of my pet-peeves and at times purposely does something he knows annoys the crap out of me and then smiles oh so sweetly at me. You are not fooling me dear husband, I know that you must enjoy watching me squirm. I will let you all in on my list of pet-peeves to show how ridiculous some of them MAY be.

  1. The sound a straw makes when there truly is nothing left in the cup and  you just have to keep sucking in the air. This is probably Matt’s favorite one to bug me with. No matter where we are he always does it and I always jump and get that little smile.
  2. Slurping on noodles or just food in general and noisy eating. This one makes me physically nauseous at times. Matthew and a few other people around me cannot seem to help eating annoyingly. Matthew normally uses the excuse that he lived with just his father from the age of 13 and so has no sense of table manners what so ever.
  3. Eating ice. This is my biggest hypocritical pet-peeve. I am a touch anemic so at times I just HAVE to eat ice. Still not sure why a lack of iron would want to make someone much down on some ice but that is beside the point. Matt, I believe is also anemic even though you will never ever get him to admit this. His mother, an RN,  has also pointed out the possibility to him, but I digress. There is just something about the sound of the ice grating against teeth that makes me want to jump out of my skin. Also, it does not bother me in the least when I do it.

    The best example I could find of chewing ice :)

I will not list every single one of my pet-peeves, cuz granted no one in the world has time for that. Those are simply my top 3.

On a day to day basis, they really don’t factor in too much. I have learned who I should avoid and when. I can never eat next to my sister or my mom. The jaw popping sound is just way too much and were I to try I really don’t think I would be able to keep my food where it belongs. These are just little things that make me who I am :)

I would love to hear some feedback on any pet-peeves that you may or may not have. Rather they be hypocritical or completely justified.

**On a side note** I received a voice-mail stating that my certified copy of my marriage license in ready to be picked up. :) I can now begin the long drawn out process of changing my name.


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