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Four Years


Today the Mr. and I have been married four years. Whew! We've both been fighting this nasty flu bug and have had barely even a second to think about it. Since I'm not one prone to sappy sentiments and overly long displays of love and affection I thought that I would offer you a quick list of four things about the Mr. and I:

  1. We've had four official addresses: Well five if you count the sh*t hole of an apartment the Mr. had before we moved in together officially. So we lived in the cute St. Cloud house that was conveniently located equidistant from campus and the bar (and both of our jobs). From there we moved to our swanky Chinese apartment on campus in Shaoxing. Two bedroom, two bath and complete with security guards and two Western toilets. Then we moved into his parents basement. Much nicer than you'd think and stayed while we figured out what the heck we were going to do. Pregnant, jobless and recently home from China. Five months later we moved into our present house. Perfect in every way; not too big and not too small with just enough space for the three of us.
  2. We are addicted to Netflix. The Mr. and I don't have cable. In fact we haven't had cable almost the entire time we've been together. Hot Fridays nights are when we dog sit for his parents and can watch the History Channel and Food Network to our hearts content. So we found a replacement in Netflix and watching COMPLETE television series. Here's a selection of the series we've watched: Six Feet Under, Scrubs, Bones, Battlestar Galactica, True Blood, The Office (both versions), Arrested Development, How I Met Your Mother, Chuck, The Tudors, Weeds, etc, etc.
  3. We both have a bad case of Wanderlust. We have itchy feet. BAD. We're always on the lookout for our next place. We love our families dearly and love the relationship LN has with her grandparents and cousins, but...but... Places we have seriously considered moving: Portland, OR, Ankara, Turkey, Shaoxing, China, Hangzhou, China, London, England, Bern, Switzerland and that's just off the top of my head.
  4. We're both fiercely independent/stubborn. I would say to a fault if I didn't love this fact about both of us. Now it leads to much squabbling; but also to much respect and space. We leave plenty of time for each other to do our own thing AND spend time together. The Mr. has his writing classes and I have my nights out. Together with dates and Family Time with LN we're kept pretty busy.

Thanks Mr. Here's to at least fourty-four more.

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  1. Congratulations, Mary! You to should be proud! An fyi, if you are ever wanting to spread your wings to Africa, you can look us up. We meaning our University is always looking for great computer scientists. Banji'd definitely put in a word or three for the Mr. Plus, there are definite perks to the job, housing, airfare, good salaries, long contracts if you want one, lots of vacation time. Plus an adventure.

    Happy Anniversary!

    Cheers,
    Kate

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  2. Sounds like a very exciting and busy 4 years!! Happy Anniversary :)

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