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Wanna know? Shred your tax rebate check. Yep, in the hustle and bustle of the move our tax rebate check was put into the shredder. In case you were wondering, the government WILL issue you a new check but it takes 4-6 weeks.

Here’s how it all went down. As you all know, we sold out house. While getting the house ready to go onto the market, we were doing frantic cleaning. We had just gotten our check and it was on top of the coffee maker. Yes, because that IS the safest place in the home for a $1200 check. The next day after the house was put on the market we were discussing finances right after the Realtor left. Randy mentioned the tax rebate and I told him to give it to me to sign and he could deposit it. Then he said he didn’t have it. And I said that he did. And he said he didn’t. See how this was progressing?

Anyway, he had to go back to work and I being the worry-wart I am had to find this check. HAD TO FIND IT. Remember, we are MOVING so the garage had 8 giant bags of garbage; one of which had fish sauce in it had a leaky lid because I didn’t want it getting all over during the move. For those of you not familiar, fish sauce is a thin liquid made from water, salt and anchovies primarily used SPARINGLY in Asian food. It’s stinky but taste in the right stuff. Oh how I dreaded having to go through that bag.

So there I sat for the next 3 hours. 90 degree garage ripping open garbage bag after garbage bag. Twice. And the fish sauce bag? It also had a bottle of gin I had accidently tossed. I smelled worse than drunk fish monger in Texas in August. No check.

By this point Randy home and decided to check the shredder. I had briefly looked, but not too hard. He dug around and what did I see…LADY LIBERTY’S HEAD!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I shrieked - “Oh my God, that’s the Statue of Liberty, Noooooooooooooooooo.” I prompting got on the phone and waited for 32 minutes for a man name David who sounded more like a Donna to give me the good news that we could get another check. FYI - call the IRS but don’t try to go to the Economic Stimulus line. That’s the line for people who already bought a Blue Ray player and were counting on $1200 bucks as a single tax payer and are all pissy because they only got $600.

Meanwhile, my engineer husband was trying to piece together the check. He did a damn fine job too. I’d say he got about 40% of it put together and placed it in a envelope labeled “Rebate Bits”, just in case the government needed proof.

Sigh…here’s the thing about marriage. We know who shredded it. The innocent party has bragging rights for now, but I’ll keep it a secret. Oh who am I kidding - for once it wasn’t me that lost something. He did it. Everything is fixable and there’s no crying over shredded rebate checks.

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While I’m busy packing up boxes for the move, I’ll live you, Dear Readers, with some great marriage links! I’m sure in the coming weeks I’ll have tons of great stories about how to deal with major change in your marriage!

Pitt Brad - Holly, I almost peed a little when I read this - FUNNY STUFF! Audet!

Old School - Marriage Actually has added a couple new faces.  Welcome Mary and Marc!

Best Marriage Advice - A list of short pieces of marriage advice.

Pets and Marriage - See, I knew our cats did more than just leave us piles of fur.

Chemistry.com - Ok, you and your spouse sign up this just to take the personality test. It’s fun to see if you would be matched together! We used disposable email addresses. I know….sneaky. But we did find out that our personalities were a match. Maybe there’s something to be said for online dating!

Marriage Facts - Just a fun collection of marriage facts and figures.

Building a Passionate Marriage - In the wise words of the prophets two, Salt-N-Pepa, let’s talk about sex, baby. Wow…I can’t believe I could work in the name of quesi-feminist rap duo from the 80’s into this blog.

Ok, back to my week of packing peanuts and cardboard boxes! Someone get some extra sleep for me!

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I was recently cleaning out some files around the house and found several copies of my marriage license. I had gotten extra copies for…well, I don’t know what for but I thought I might need them sometime. It reminded me of when I went to get my name changed a mere 6 years after the ceremony. I also went by my married name, I just never made it official because I’m super lazy.

Anyway, I decided it was high time to change it. So I grabbed my marriage license, old social security card (after searching high and low for it) and headed off to my friendly neighborhood social security office. I waited and waited and waited some more. When I finally got called she said my marriage license was expired. Um, I didn’t know it needed to be RENEWED! Well, it was expired, they just don’t take licenses over 1 year old. This meant I had to drive to ANOTHER COUNTY to get another copy of my marriage license.

So I walk into the marriage office or whatever, I gave them my information and the lady came back saying that there was no record. THERE WAS NO RECORD OF MY MARRIAGE. She’s saying this as she’s standing there holding a copy of my marriage license. For a fleeting moment I thought that maybe…just maybe we weren’t really married and I had a slight panic attack. Turns out, she was looking in the books, not the computer for the marriage records. Whew. Tragedy averted.

Finally after 30 miles and 2 hours I got to wait for another 30 minutes in ANOTHER social security office and I finally official became Mrs. Randy. It is a good thing I don’t have to renew my marriage license because I really dislike government offices. I’d probably figure out a way to make a fake marriage license. KIDDING GOVERNMENT. KIDDING.

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We were at a wedding last weekend and priest droned went on about how you may have pet name or nicknames for your spouse but one of the most important names you should call them is “friend.” I totally agree, but I think he could have made his point a little sooner and with a bit more flair. It was starting to remind me of the wedding scene in The Princess Bride.

Anyway, it did get me thinking about all the nicknames we have for one another. They are super embarrassing. Actually he calls me pretty normal stuff like Sweetheart (personal fave) and Boo, although he does throw in the occasional Wifey. I’m not a fan, but whatev.

I, on the other hand, seem to have an aversion to calling him by his given name. Here are some of the stranger things I call him:

1. Boo Berry Rex

2. Boo Berry

3. Pumpkinhead

4. Muffin Tush (simply because it sounds ridiculous - he has a fine tush, nothing muffin-y about it)

5. My Sexy Hunk O Man

Why do I do this?? They sound silly as all get out, I know. I promise I don’t do it in public. It doesn’t seem to bother him and usually I call him Sweety or Sweetheart.

Do you have any crazy or ridiculous names you’re willing to share? Or do you abhor nicknames all together?

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I recently heard about a Martial Scale quiz online based on a 1930’s marital scale.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon with the husband, so we decided to see how we rated. I went first, giggled about some of the questions like “Eats onions, radishes, or garlic before a date or going to bed.” When it was all said and done, I was an average 1930’s wife and I was fine with that. Randy takes it. At the end I see a smile emerge on his face. And he said the words that hit me like a ton of bricks.

“I am a superior 1930’s husband.”

WHAT??? How can I be average and he is superior? Am I a bad wife? And then something crazy happened. I got all teary eyed about it. Crying over a stupid internet quiz surely isn’t going to help my score. In fact, there was a question about crying. Must. Stop. Crying.

My Superior husband looked at me loving and said I was a fantastic wife for 2008. Sniff. Ok…I feel a little better. But still, I need to learn a musical instrument, join a woman’s club, darn socks and stop putting my cold feet on him at night. That should earn me a few extra wife points just in case a time machine should come available.

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