As boyfriend and girlfriend, Bryan and I never really fought much. I can only recall one fight and some bickering here and there. Now as Mr. and Mrs. Lewis, it's pretty much the same story except no big fights and just a dash more of bickering, or bantering I should say because we're not really arguing. But everyone has that one subject that usually brings out the claws, and for us it's housework/chores (I'm almost positive this will not be the last post on this subject).
So the other night we were driving home from my mom's with the dogs and there was just this pungent, awful smell. I asked Bryan about it and he said, "I have no idea but it's terrible." We blamed it on the dogs.
We got home and got in bed and of course our "movie night" turned into Bryan falling alseep before the movie even started. While watching "Toy Story 3" (super cute, by the way) I noticed the smell was still lingering. It was so strong that I found myself with a new condition I labeled "insomnia by foul smell." I leaned over and smelled Bryan's skin just to see if maybe, just maybe, it was him. What do ya know? It was! I kind of nudged him (several times) and told him he stunk and I wanted him to get in the shower because I couldn't go to sleep. He just made some babbling noise and never woke up. So I put up a pillow wall, scooted to the edge of the bed and breathed through my mouth so I wouldn't have to smell it anymore.
The next morning I asked him what the hell he drank or ate that could have made him smell so bad. After smelling the laundry he had folded the day before, he came "clean" so to speak to putting a load in the washing machine, leaving it there for 5 days, FIVE FREAKIN' DAYS, and then thought it would ok to dry them because "Isn't that what dryer sheets are for?" I started to get on to him about it but then I realized it was actually pretty funny. The day before, he wore one of those raunchy shirts to a work happy hour and he told me he kept smelling himself because he thought he smelled bad. Lesson learned? I think so :)
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Bryan/Louie/Lou/Lou-Lou Bug
My husband is a man of many names, and I often confuse new people in my life when I refer to him as a different name than what they originally knew him as. I did just this today, which made me realize that there is a correlation between each name and the manner in which it is used. But before I get into all that, here's the story as to how each name came about:
-Bryan is the name his mom, the great Wanda Sue, gave him when he was born a baby.
-Louie is a nickname that came about from his childhood friends many moons ago. And it stuck. This often confuses people because his last name is Lewis, not Louie. I leave this ball in his friends' court.
-Lou is a nickname of the previous nickname, but that I gave him (creative, I know).
-Lou Lou Bug derives from his crazy friend Travis who taught his son at an early age to call Bryan "Uncle Lou Lou Bug" (he's going to love that I'm sharing this one).
When we first started dating almost 6 years ago, our mutual friends referred to him as Louie. I, however, could not see myself dating a guy named Louie. So, for the first 6 months or so I called him Bryan. Then one day it hit me...... Louie just fits him. Now 6 years later each name has taken it's own form. Here are some different ways each are used:
"Louie" is mostly used when I am feeling lazy and want him to make or do something for me.
Example A: "Louie, will you make me a milk shake?" or "Louie, the dog just puked up grass. Will you please clean it up?" (I always make sure to look real sweet in instances like these.)
"Bryan" is mostly used when he does something that grosses me out or frustrates me and I've told him more than once not to do it.
Example B: "Bryan, if I find one more booger in the sink or on the glass in the shower, I'm going to beat you." (Yes, I do feel sorry for the guy and his outrageous allergies, but COME ON! No he doesn't pick his nose and put boogers all over the place - he just blows his nose Chuck Norris style.)
"Lou" is mostly used when hollering from another room in the house because I need him to bring me something or save me from something.
Example C: "Louuuuuuuu, I need toilet paper" or "Louuuuuuuuuu, the dogs are slobber attacking me."
"Lou-Lou Bug" is almost always used as a bargaining technique when we're in public and he won't let me buy decorations, etc. for our home. Embarrassment is a great tool.
Example D: I say loudly, "Lou-Lou Bug, I really need this mirror to complete the hallway." (We don't even have much of a hallway but he already thinks there's too many decorative items in the living room so I have to make things up sometimes.)
So, there you have it. The mystery is solved. May peace be with you after reading this ridiculous post.
-Bryan is the name his mom, the great Wanda Sue, gave him when he was born a baby.
-Louie is a nickname that came about from his childhood friends many moons ago. And it stuck. This often confuses people because his last name is Lewis, not Louie. I leave this ball in his friends' court.
-Lou is a nickname of the previous nickname, but that I gave him (creative, I know).
-Lou Lou Bug derives from his crazy friend Travis who taught his son at an early age to call Bryan "Uncle Lou Lou Bug" (he's going to love that I'm sharing this one).
When we first started dating almost 6 years ago, our mutual friends referred to him as Louie. I, however, could not see myself dating a guy named Louie. So, for the first 6 months or so I called him Bryan. Then one day it hit me...... Louie just fits him. Now 6 years later each name has taken it's own form. Here are some different ways each are used:
"Louie" is mostly used when I am feeling lazy and want him to make or do something for me.
Example A: "Louie, will you make me a milk shake?" or "Louie, the dog just puked up grass. Will you please clean it up?" (I always make sure to look real sweet in instances like these.)
"Bryan" is mostly used when he does something that grosses me out or frustrates me and I've told him more than once not to do it.
Example B: "Bryan, if I find one more booger in the sink or on the glass in the shower, I'm going to beat you." (Yes, I do feel sorry for the guy and his outrageous allergies, but COME ON! No he doesn't pick his nose and put boogers all over the place - he just blows his nose Chuck Norris style.)
"Lou" is mostly used when hollering from another room in the house because I need him to bring me something or save me from something.
Example C: "Louuuuuuuu, I need toilet paper" or "Louuuuuuuuuu, the dogs are slobber attacking me."
"Lou-Lou Bug" is almost always used as a bargaining technique when we're in public and he won't let me buy decorations, etc. for our home. Embarrassment is a great tool.
Example D: I say loudly, "Lou-Lou Bug, I really need this mirror to complete the hallway." (We don't even have much of a hallway but he already thinks there's too many decorative items in the living room so I have to make things up sometimes.)
So, there you have it. The mystery is solved. May peace be with you after reading this ridiculous post.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Finally!
I've been wanting to create a blog for some time now, especially since leaving my last job as a writer/communication pro where I was able to utilize some of my creativeness. Many things have happened in my life lately that require some good ol' fashion word spewing. This brain of mine is always on overdrive. So, I'm here in the wonderful world of blogging to put into words the craziness of life as Mrs. Lewis, as well as many other roles I play in life such as: a dog mom, a Coach-aholic, a vampire bat (more on that later), a loving daughter, a sweet sister.......... you get the point.
I have a lot of stories and experiences to share, and according to my mom, mine and my husband's relationship is one big comedy show, so I'm sure there will be plenty where that came from. I have a lot of theories as to why God picked us out for each other and one of them is our ability to laugh at pretty much anything, including ourselves. There is never a dull moment in our household. Don't get me wrong, life ain't always beautiful (yes I use "ain't" and yes it goes against what teachers and college professors taught me, but it will all be ok). I think learning to laugh at the "not so funnies" is sometimes a better stress reliever than Yoga. So I hope if anyone actually reads this, you won't take offense or take anything too serious. It's just a blog after all. Enjoy!
I have a lot of stories and experiences to share, and according to my mom, mine and my husband's relationship is one big comedy show, so I'm sure there will be plenty where that came from. I have a lot of theories as to why God picked us out for each other and one of them is our ability to laugh at pretty much anything, including ourselves. There is never a dull moment in our household. Don't get me wrong, life ain't always beautiful (yes I use "ain't" and yes it goes against what teachers and college professors taught me, but it will all be ok). I think learning to laugh at the "not so funnies" is sometimes a better stress reliever than Yoga. So I hope if anyone actually reads this, you won't take offense or take anything too serious. It's just a blog after all. Enjoy!
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