Thursday, May 14, 2009

Chloe vs. Sean

So.. I knew that when I married Sean, that we were different. And it would take adjusting on both ends. But lately our differences have been incredibly obvious. For instance a conversation we had the other day after Sean had lunch--

Lawn Care

Chloe: How was your lunch?
Sean: It was good! I went home, had some leftover pizza, and watered the lawn!

Okay. Couple things. First-Watering the lawn? That activity would never ever come into my head. I would never think about being that grown up and responsible. The second thing about this conversation- should anyone sound that excited to water the lawn?

I guess I shouldn't be suprised. Last week, on the night before Sean started school ( Way too excited to go to school pictures to come soon), Sean told me he was going to mow the lawn that night if we didn't have any other plans. I said, "Sean, it has only been 5 days since you mowed the lawn last, dont you think you should at least wait a week?" ( I say this because I used to mow our lawn at home, every 7 - 10 days. Seems good to me) Sean says, "Well since I start school soon, I won't get home til later so I am just going to do it now."

Okay. First of all. I don't plan. If I did, it wouldn't be responsible things like that. Let alone in advance. This is how it would have gone for me.

Me pulling up to the house. Me getting out of the car. Me not even looking at the lawn. Then perhaps tripping over a hose or random object in said lawn because grass was too high. Me say to myself- "Hmm.. maybe Sean, I mean I, should mow this lawn.'s only been 25 I think were good. It just grows back anyway. oh and I wanna save gas/energy..yeah.."


When Sean pops out of bed at 7:10 every morning, I imagine this song in his head. " It's a beautiful morning! .... It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright, bright sunshiney day!!!" I swear he sings that song in the shower.

When I finally awake from my coma at 7:31 A.M. the Darth Vader doom song plays in my head. Or the song from wedding singer. SOMEBODY KILL ME PLEASE! I stare at Sean getting ready. Thinking its pretty sad that his wife wakes up after him. She is the one who takes longer to get ready. She is supposed to be at work at 8. She should get in the shower before him. Yet..she is still in bed. Bah. I am a failure. One Saturday, I made him lay in bed with me all day. We had no plans. His shoulder was hurting. He lasted til about noon and I didn't notice he was missing until about 2:30. I actually got mad at him. I told him that I can't relax anymore knowing he is out and about, doing my laundry and stuff. I told him he was ruining my life. Too harsh? Maybe I was being a tiny bit overdramatic.


Sean was sooo excited for his first day of school. He loves it. He is such a good student and he does his homework- get this- BEFORE its due. I know.. I know?!

I dread school. I do my homework the night before or day that it is due. It doesn't matter if I have had 3 months or 1 week to do it. I claim that I do this because I work better under pressure. Hence the reason I am no longer in school...


Sean is a car man. Or truck man I should say. He can fix anything and has become the designated go-to mechanic in my family. Sean has named his truck Betty Ford. If Sean's gas tank is 1/2 of the way full ( I say full because I like to be optimistic), he must go fill it up. He says it is bad for your car if you let it get to low and keep driving. Sean always cleans my garbage and gum wrappers out of his truck, and he washes the outside frequently. Not to mention, he always makes sure his fluids are topped off and that everything else is in tip top shape.

My car is named Chuck Norris. He is a champ. He doesn't need tender loving care like Sean's truck. He likes to be dirty and likes to live on the wild side. Me and Chuck like to test how far we can go with out him needing gas. I think its impossible for him to run out of gas. So far it has never happened Sean. I mean his name is Chuck Norris. My car is the man. He doesn't need all that car grooming and crap.

I suppose I could go on and on about our differences. Truth is..I love that we are different. I guess it somehow works. And I hope you can all sense my sarcasm! Know that I joke around a lot. I love Sean to death. Even though we are so different, we are the same in a lot of ways. We are both really goofy and we love to have a good time. I love Sean. I tease him way too much. But he is a trooper and puts up with it. He is my best friend. I seriously don't know what I would do without him. Let me leave you with this quote that my friend Lee found, and said reminded her of us:

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."

Oh. P.S.!!Yesterday was our 2 month mark of being married. He suprised me with a book i've been wanting. My Sister's Keeper. I have already read 60 pages. It's so good and I can't wait to see the movie!! Thank you Sean. I love you and love that you are a great sport! You are my hero!


Maddie said...


Lee S. said...

LOL...I love you guys! That was an awesome post.

Staci T said...

Two things to take away from this.
1. You will always have a beautiful yard.
2. You will might never have to do it.

But seriously, I am sure that Sean appreciates that you make him laugh and lots of other things. You guys are cute and wierdness keeps things from getting boring. Look at me and dad. Oh wait, we might be boring. Never mind.

Tolman Family said...

I'm reading that book too right now, I love it so far.

Dallyne Crowton said...

Grandpa and I laughed so hard when we read this. You are so funny. I bet you will not be sleeping until 2:30 very often. There is no way in the world I could keep grandpa in bed after 7:00. He would think it was torture. Lv

Masters Of Disasters said...

It sounds like another Shane in the family if you ask me!