May6

The secret to a good haircut

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The secret to a good haircut

Hey everyone, Adam here
I figured I would talk about haircuts this week.  As a man, it’s hard for me to understand why I can’t seem to get a good haircut lately.  The way I see it, I should be able to go to a barber, a salon, a spa whatever…somewhere they cut hair; walk in, tell the hair stylist what I want and get a good haircut.  Apparently it doesn’t work like that.  I got a really good haircut at a place Sierra took me to in New York last summer when I went and helped her move to Texas.  Sierra keeps telling me to find a woman at a good salon and I keep defying her and her suggestion.  I’m an idiot, I should listen as I just want a good haircut.  How hard is that?? I don’t usually have anything in mind.  I walk in and tell the hair stylist to make me look good and give me a cool haircut…never works! Ughhhh, it’s so frustrating, so for now…I’m letting it grow!!

Hi all, Sierra here
I’m just happy that Adam has enough sense to steer clear of the high and tight that so many guys think is the easy answer to their hair and for the most part avoids the mall for haircuts, so we’re already a level above most men.  I had to laugh though, he asks people who either never get their hair cut or who have horrible hair for suggestions on where to go…no, no, no, no, NO!  This is how a woman gets a good haircut:

  1. Realizes she needs a haircut
  2. Starts obsessively looking at heads of people she sees on the street and her friends.  When she sees hair she finds amazing, she asks where they got it cut.
  3. Then she researches and makes sure she likes the looks of the place (for ex. I prefer Aveda salons)
  4. If it meets her approval, she calls to make an appointment and requests a specialist…i.e: colorist, curly hair etc.
  5. She arrives for her appointment armed with an idea of what she wants and photos, magazine pages, images on her ipad… something with examples.  If she doesn’t have images, she goes through the books they have on hand to give the stylist direction.
  6. She then discusses all this with the stylist before they even wash her hair as sometimes she may try to get a hair cut which would be impossible on her hair type, for her lifestyle, etc.
  7. Most of the time, this results in a great haircut and makes the woman happy.  It’s a pretty tried and true method.

Well when Adam is sick of whatever is going on with his head he can let me help him again (the last time resulted in an ah-mazing haircut btw) or he can continue to go to random places and declare that they should make him “look good”…because that’s not subjective at all.  Will they ever learn?

Apr29

Taking it easy

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Taking it easy

Hey everyone, Adam here.
I though I would talk about leisure activities this week and then Sierra could give us an insight of what her idea of leisure activities are.  My Number one leisure activity is watching tv and napping on the couch.  I try to get our dog Faye to cuddle with me and she usually will for a little while, but she really is Sierras pride and joy so she doesn’t last long on the couch with me.  Now I know I said leisure activity, but that’s just it, I think napping is as leisure as I get.  Next on my list would be to go jump off of a bridge while attempting some sort of death defying stunt into water.  As leisure to me is also any non work related activity that puts a smile on your face.  I also like going for a ride on my motorcycle, Sierra by the way has made it very clear that she will never get on a motorcycle with me or anyone else.  Lastly, I like to snowboard, which I’m finding at my age I do for a couple of hours instead of whole day.  Getting old sucks.  The older you get, the more leisure time you get and the less your body can keep up.

Hey all, Sierra here.
Leisure time is a tough one for me as I am very lucky to do what I absolutely love for work and my idea of a great time is being in my studio, working away until the wee hours of morning.  When I do manage to drag myself away, my two favorite leisure activities are reading and walking Faye.  This fortunately works out pretty well with Adam’s top two favorites.  While Adam is napping/tv viewing, I’ll curl up with him on the couch and read.   As the temps in Austin reach over 90 most of the year, we often will go on long walks with Faye with a final destination where Adam can jump of a bridge or cliff into water.  Austin is great for this combo activity as there are tons of beautiful places you can hike to where we can swim and Adam can jump and flip till his hearts content.  Truthfully any other free time I have is usually spent working on the two non profit boards I serve on and hanging out with girlfriends (where we talk about work 90% of the time as most of my friends are also self employed).  Ahhh, I have so found “my people” here in Austin, it’s awesome!  Anyway…I love Adams end thoughts…he makes it seem like he’s 70 years old with all the free time, napping and aches…oh boy, he’s going to be fun in 30 years!

Apr22

When only one is leaving on a jet plane…

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Hey there everyone, Adam here…
So this week Sierra and I are going to talk about the 5 worst and best things about being apart.  I travel a lot, so this is something we often have to deal with.

I’ll start with the worst:

  1. I don’t get to see her beautiful face when I go to bed or wake up
  2. I miss just sitting around and giggling with her
  3. We always eat dinner together and I love our dinners.  Dinner on the road is lonely and Sierra and I miss our great dinner dialogue
  4. We don’t get to make out which is Sierra and my favorite past time
  5. I love just watching Sierra, She’s not just entertaining, she’s graceful, and everything is calculated.  I love it, I love her.

Now the best things about being apart:

  1. This should be the most obvious one of all, I get to keep the room warm while I sleep. Sierra keeps the air on minus 100 degrees when we sleep at home.
  2. Everyone likes time to ones self, so that’s always nice.  Time to reflect and whatnot.
  3. I get to eat food that is terrible for me, Sierra and I eat food that is really good for us and I love it, but its fun to cheat.
  4. Sierra can’t yell at me about the way I’m driving her car.
  5. I really don’t have a five, the fact of the matter is, these are all fine but really there is no best part about being away from the one you love the most.

Hi all, Sierra here…
How could I not love someone who thinks like that??? It makes up for the countless nights that Adam is away and I can’t sleep next to him!

The worst things about being apart:

  1. When I’m overwhelmed, throwing myself on Adam and whining for a few minutes makes feel instantly better…it’s just not the same to throw yourself on the floor while whining on the phone.
  2. As I work at home alone, nights out together are a treasure to me…even if we only go to a taco truck, it feels like a special date, I pine for those nights when he’s away.
  3. The two of us cuddled on the couch with Faye while watching storage wars has become one of my favorite things to do, I miss it dearly when Adam travels.
  4. We don’t get to make out. Duh.
  5. Reaching my foot across the bed in the middle of the night to touch his leg, and its not there.

The best things about being apart:

  1. Our relationship began living 2000 miles apart for four months, it feels weirder to be around each too much then it does to spend part of our month apart.
  2. If Adam is home and I’m the phone, he will appear out of nowhere and suddenly have 400 things to ask me.
  3. I get to keep the apartment as cold as I want to at night.
  4. There is no UFC, Playstation or Football blaring from the TV.
  5. I can guilt free work in my studio until 3am and wake up at 11.  When he’s home, Adam wants me to hang out after 11pm (understandably!) some nights and wakes up much earlier than I do.  Even if he’s quite in the morning he likes to peek in constantly to see if I’m really still sleeping.

It’s funny, many of the girlfriends I have made since moving to Austin are self employed, childless and married to husbands who travel a lot.  It’s nice to know I’m not alone, and even nicer to chat with the girls about what we love and hate about all the alone time.  I’m sure that if I was not crazy busy with being a self employed designer it would sting more, but as it stands…I enjoy the time apart as much as the time together.  That being said, I’ll admit that we’re usually on the phone while he’s at the airport waiting to board and missing each other already.

p.s. we added new photos!

Apr19

Finding our rhythm

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Oof, we have been very naughty bloggers.  I blame it on two weeks of family in town and the excitement of what to a Northeastern gal, seems like summer arriving although I remember from last year that it will get so much hotter than this when summer does show up!  Then last week Adam gave me his half of a post and it was so bad that I yelled at him that there was no way I could even reply to that crap! No, not really.  It was bad, don’t get me wrong, but I just had him read it over again and we agreed to scrap that post and by then it was Wednesday and we felt we had missed the day to post and there you have it.

We’re trying to find our rhythm of when to write.  The Monday post never works out as we both remember to blog Monday afternoon and once we miss the deadline, we kind of give up.  So bear with us as we figure this out as we have a lot to share and are in it for the long haul.

I did realize though that we never shared our “process” with you about how we write these posts.  Well, we keep a list on my computer of ideas we have randomly and I jot down for later. When it comes time to write, I usually reference said ideas and this inspires us to use one or go in a completely different direction.  Adam goes off to his man space writes his half and emails it to me and I read it over, edit the insane number of typos and then I respond with my half.  If we are lucky enough to be together that day…although he usually is traveling…we read it together after I’m done and edit.  If not, I just do it and post it on the blog.  We found this way works the best for us that Adam writes first and over time Adam has found that he likes to be surprised with my half and just read it online once its done.

Yes, we realize how dorky we are together…its a good thing we found one another!  Now we just have to sit ourselves and write the next post!

 

Apr3

No longer a man’s world…

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No longer a man’s world…
The Manic Trout booth at Style X, 2012

The Manic Trout booth at Style X, 2012

Hey everyone Adam here, so a couple of weeks ago Sierra and I did an event called Style X at SXSW in Austin.  As you all might know, Sierra is a designer and owns a jewelry company called Manic Trout.  Style X is a big trade show and she got to set up an amazing booth.  Sierra asked me to help sell the jewelry.  I am a salesman through and through.  I have had many sales jobs and I always made quotas and exceeded expectations in any sales market.  Let me tell you, women’s jewelry is not the market for me.  I am an aggressive salesman, in your face right to the point.  Throw my big pretty smile at you, sale myself type of guy.  Sierra makes women’s jewelry, so obviously her market consists of almost all women.  I like to get in your face and honestly I’ve got some real “close talker issues” going on when I am selling something.  I’m loud and I like to take charge of the situation.  This, my friends is the very incorrect way to sell to women seeking jewelry.  You have to be calm, use a soft voice and for sure not get right in the customers face.  There is certain finesse to selling women’s jewelry and I don’t have it.  I am pretty sure I scared more people away from the booth then any thing.  So I guess what I am saying, at least this man will stick to what he knows in sales and what I know for sure now, is that I am not meant to sell jewelry!

Hi all, Sierra here.  Adam was kind enough to help out at the Manic Trout booth when I did Style X a few weeks ago.  It was the first show that he hung around for more than a few minutes and I think it was big eye opener for him.  Women and their shopping habits is a science.  There is an entire genre of books devoted to this topic.  I know this, as I’ve read many of them, but Adam kept ignoring me when I explained this.  To be fair, I am a designer who hand makes jewelry.  So the first thing people ask when they come into the booth is if I am a designer.  The second is if I make everything myself.  As the answer is yes to both, they want to hear the story, or about what inspires me, or if I do this full time…but its really all about me.  Well, that in its self is I think difficult for Adam, ha!  I won’t bore you by getting too deep into the subject, but these days many women enjoy a connection to the maker of what they buy.  Its more than merely liking the look of something, it’s about wanting to support someone or something they believe in.  Loud, in your face and pushy selling no longer have a major place in this economy, especially with women buyers.  You could see the look of almost fear on the faces of women as they walked in and Adam shouted “Hello”, and tried to engage them in banter.  They either looked at me to make it stop, or just backed out and continued on their way.

All in all, the show however was a great success, Adam kept me company and I think enjoyed seeing people interact with my work and seeing me in action.  The interaction with customers and making connections is the best part of shows if you have an online store, its fun to actually see real reactions to the jewelry!  I think he was more exited then I was every time I was interviewed or photographed and it was fun to share that excitement with him.  Will Adam join me again at a show?  Wellllll…maybe, but next time we’ll let him talk to the guys and leave the ladies to me.

Mar12

If only we could just click our heels three times…

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Hey everyone Adam here, so I figured this week we would talk about moving. Sierra and I are going to be moving into a new rental house soon.  The apartment is too small and we want a backyard.  Moving is always a pain in the ass.  Sierra owns a lot of different items, furniture, knick knacks, clothes, pots and pans etc. and the list goes on and on.  I on the other hand only have clothes a T.V. and a Playstation.  I do believe we will be hiring movers.  This is where the huge difference between men and women in this particular situation comes into play.  If you had a cleaning lady when you were growing up you will completely understand what I am about to talk about.  Remember when your mom would make you clean like the whole house before the cleaning lady came….baffling right!?  I have no doubt in my mind that’s what going to happen to me but on a moving level.  We are going to hire these movers and I am still going to have to do 99% of the work.  I don’t think in any manner Sierra (women in general) is going to be having fun moving but she loves organizing (as do most women) so I don’t think it will be as painful for her.  I am so excited to move but moving belongings sucks.  Seeing as the movers and I are going to have to use our big muscles to move most the stuff, I am really not looking forward to it.  Sierra and I have been together almost a year now, so I am bachelor status with personal belongings still.  Sierra owns a lot of really great and nice stuff, and then we will get new stuff together from here on out.  We have already moved all our stuff once this year ughhhh so not looking forward to it.  I am so excited to spend my life with such a wonderful an amazing women as Sierra, but I sure am going to miss easy moves and owning a small amount of material items.

Hey Sierra here,
I cannot even believe that I have to move again next month.  I dread it.  I love moving every few years because its great motivation to clear out unwanted furniture, clothes and house wares, but I just moved from New York to Texas last August, and I got rid of so much stuff that there is no positive side this time.  Well except for more space.  The good news is that I got rid of the majority of my massive books collection (about 4000 books no longer have to be boxed and moved!) as Adam would be a lot less positive about our upcoming move if it still existed.  Truth be told though, I am a nester.  I love having a home which is my sanctuary…being able to quietly decompress or entertain my favorite people is incredibly important to me and both of those things require a great deal of stuff.  The amount of dishes I have is spectacular!  I also have a studio full of the materials for my jewelry business and as I work at home…well, its just more to pack and move.   As much as Adam thinks I will find this a joyous experience, I wish I could click my heels three times and be done with it, just because I’m organized does not mean I enjoy moving!  Unfortunately though, between my organizational skills and ocd tendencies, I’m pretty sure I will never be able to let movers do the packing.  I doubt I’ll be able to let Adam pack much either…he doesn’t really understand the concept of wrapping dishes in paper…but he least he’s already understanding that I too clean for the cleaning lady!

Mar5

In sickness and in health comes into question….

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Hey everyone Adam here,
Sierra and I have been sick with the flu all week.  Seems like a good time to talk about the differences between men and women when they are sick.  First of all, whatever we have is one of the unfriendliest viruses I have ever had!  I still feel terrible and it started last Sunday.  I am a bit of a baby when I am sick.  I breathe heavy, I am over dramatic and I like to be waited on.  I whine for Sierra to hold me and make me feel better.  It’s a given that I am even colder then usual.  I can usually just push fluids and beat whatever ailment I have, doesn’t seem to be working this time.  I just talked to my mother and father and they are both on week number 3 with the same sickness.  Great it’s only week 2 for Sierra and I. So on the second day of being sick, boom Sierra comes down with it also.  I thought, this won’t be so bad; Sierra lets nothing stand in her way of getting anything done.  WRONG! WRONG!  Sierra is the biggest baby on the planet when she is sick.  When I want something, it may just be some hot tea or whatever but I ask then fend for myself again, sleeping and what not trying to tame the beast virus.  Sierra asks for everything, juice, water, tea, food, adjust her blanket, adjust her, feel her face, and whatever else she needs at said moment. She cries, moans and whimpers.  She is the biggest sick baby on the planet.  I have been snoring throughout this whole ordeal also and it’s been running Sierra into the living room to sleep on the couch at night, just to get away from my incessant snoring.   Mind you I am sick also, so doing a bunch of different task for Sierra is not what I want to be doing.  Sierra you’re lucky you’re beautiful even when you’re sick, feel better my love.

Hey, Sierra here,
I am the worst sick person on the planet.  I hate being sick.  I feel as if my body has failed me and I’m pissed off that I have stuff to do and instead I’m stuck sleeping all the time.  I also don’t deal with actually not feeling physically well very well.  I’m fine with the mild stuff but once I get to flu level, I freak out that my body feels off kilter.  To be honest, I hardly even drink alcohol any more because I fear having a hang over.  In my slight defense, Adam was not only up, but out and about, so my asking him for things was only done when he was already doing things…I never made him get off of the couch of anything, just sayin.  The reality though was that the first 40 hours we were sick was rough!  As much as I want my mother (who when we were kids and sick would prop us in her bed with books, tv, tea, crackers, and the dog and check in every few hours to feel our faces, adjust our blankets and see if we needed anything…see there is a method to my madness!) I really just want to be back on my feet and in my studio.  Luckily, the worst of it was only for about a day and a half and both of us are back to work as usual, just a bit headachy (she) and grumpy (he).

Feb20

To market, to market…

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Kisses_February, 2012Hey everyone Adam here,
So this week we want to talk about the his and hers versions of the grocery shopping experience. First of all we only shop when necessary, there is no set day.  This obviously is in the favor of men.  I don’t like to plan for anything.  Sierra and I frequent the store just up the street from our apartment.  It’s a madhouse.  While the pandemonium and absurd volume of people at the store does bother Sierra, I actually enjoy it as I feed off lots of people and busy/happening situations…anyway I digress.  I don’t take a list, I don’t need to, I know what I’m getting and it’s always the same 5 items.  I start my shopping experience where every man should: at the deli.

I love the deli, the ladies let me sample all the meats and cheeses my heart desires.  I only buy 2 types of meat, Salami and Lemon Pepper Turkey.  I get a pound of Salami every week, and I usually do a half pound of the Lemon Pepper Turkey.  Every time one of the deli attendants slices my meats, I sample them; it never gets old because:
1. I enjoy them immensely
2. It’s like your winning at the store, you get a little something for free
3. You get to see how good or how fresh the deli meats are that week
I usually get some kind of Cheddar cheese or Colby jack, there is also an awesome Horseradish cheese I get once in awhile, and yes I sample all of those also.  I spend a good 15 minutes at the deli.  Sierra accomplishes filling half her list while I’m over there.

Then I need milk, fruit snacks (i.e. fruit by the foot, gushers, or fruit roll ups), green apples, and sometimes cereal (it’s not a weekly purchase, I don’t eat it that fast).  The rest of my grocery shopping experience involves me parking the cart in inappropriate spots that are usually in people’s way, riding the shopping cart, and sighing at Sierra cause it’s taking so long.  The sighs are completely on purpose just to get under Sierras skin a little bit, cause really I love our shopping excursions.

Checking out is like a game to me, you gotta scan all the open isles and decide which is going to be the most time efficient.  There is no way you can just walk up to the first lane you see.  I have nothing to do with unloading the cart because Sierra’s (super organizer set in her ways this is the order food gets put on the conveyer built) method is impossible to please, so I just let her do it. Pretty sure she enjoys it, also the store employees are not allowed to bag nor am I, Sierra also takes it upon herself to do this task.  I always end my shopping with one last ride on my shopping cart through the parking lot trying to steer the food loaded missile, which is impossible…and the grand finale is trying to roll my cart from 20 feet away into the cart traps.

Hey there, Sierra here…

Adam and I started grocery shopping together regularly about a month ago and we both for some odd reason have a great time doing so.  Although until I read his part, I had no idea what took him so long at the deli counter…and why he picks out so little food…I’m sure he’s full after all of the sampling!  It will come as no surprise that I am a list taker when it comes to shopping.  I have always kept a check off list on the fridge and I tick the items off as they run low.  This method means I rarely run out of any condiment or boxed food unless I wait longer then 10 days to shop.  We shop when we run out of produce, which to Adam’s delight means it’s an unscheduled affair.

After we get through the produce and Adam spends 20 minutes at the deli, he grabs more salami and cheese in the specialty foods section, and then we’re in the home stretch.  There are only a few items that I need from the center isles and Adam picked up on that early on in our shopping together.  The result of this is that as Adam “drives” around the store, he often runs past aisles without thinking that I may need to go down one.  This causes an adventure of sorts as I dart down an aisle to grab say, laundry detergent as I yell for Adam to hold up.  These are the moments when he sighs and parks the cart in the middle of the aisle entry way…or in front of someone…or facing the wrong way.  He fortunately is quite the charmer and I can hear him sweet talking old ladies whose carts he just ran into as I come back to find him.

Once we have piled all the items on the list and Adams treats for the week into the cart its time to check out.  I have no preference on lines, I just get on one that seems decent and I am ready to start unloading.  However, as Adam shared, he does not like to settle on just any line.  He runs back and forth checking length, head count and items in carts and will yell at me to “come quick to line 8, it looks so much better!!!  No…wait…line 12 is perfect!!!”  Now its my turn to sigh and wheel on over to the “best line” so we can check out.  I’ll admit right away that Adam’s right, I am completely obnoxious about my ocd method of not only putting things on the belt, but of bagging.  Which is all the better as Adam is so busy ready US Weekly and People that he has no idea what’s going on with the groceries anyway.  So I beg the bagging people to please just let me do it myself, as I’m an over-organized freak, I do my thing and we’re off.  The second we’re out the door Adam is off and running and sails across the parking lot on the back of the cart while I cross my fingers that he doesn’t hit my car and stroll along behind him…so far, we’ve been lucky!

Feb6

Vroom vroom bitch…

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Hey everyone Adam here…

I want to talk about the difference between Men and Women with driving this week.  I don’t want to say that all men are better drivers but I myself am an excellent driver.  I do scare my passengers once in awhile.  I drive fast and hard but I always have control.  I know my limits and the limitations of the vehicle I’m in.  Both my fathers have taught me how to operate any kind of motorized projectile very well.  When I am in the car I like total concentration, I don’t need anyone yelling or panicking.  Let a man behind the wheel do his thing, in my case I see my surroundings and tend to telegraph other drivers moves.  I know I sound like a natural, cause I am, I should have gone into Nascar.  I do have a GPS, and as shocking as this may seem coming from a man, I don’t always know where I’m going.  I like to run the car almost completely out of gas before filling up, I don’t always use my blinkers.  No road rage here, and sure sometimes you gotta race.  When ever Sierra and I go somewhere together I drive, you know now that I think about it, when I go anywhere with anyone I drive. Driving a car for me is always fun, and I’m pretty sure every time I’m out there I actually think I’m in the Indy 500 and when it comes time to stop or park the car, I’m ready to kiss the bricks and drink my milk!

Hi, Sierra here…

Have you ever been in a car with Adam?  It’s terrifying as most of the time as he thinks he’s in a race car and when he is not in race car driver mode, he is in extreme ADD mode and tends to miss turns and green lights.  But I think that tends to be a problem with most men.  I’ll admit openly that I am not a great driver.  I get bored; I don’t want to be driving unless it’s either really fast on a highway or in a city with craziness.  Driving around town is just annoying.   I decided a few years ago that in order to bribe myself to get into the car and drive, that I would work hard to make sure I could afford to drive cars worth driving.  When I bought my current car, my sister Thea was with me.  On the test drive she noted that some cars you get in, well they take you from here to there, but this car…this car you get in to drive.  So mission accomplished, when I actually get behind the wheel, I love driving my car, but I still avoid it whenever I can.  And don’t listen to Adam, there have been plenty times that I have driven places. On long car trips I drive just as much as he does, although it’s usually highway driving and he tends to sleep though it…otherwise I don’t think he could stand to let me.  The only problem is that when Adam is driving my car, I tend to freak out.  Why?  Because not putting gas in the tank until you almost run out is not my idea of fun.  Racing other cars on highways and being the guy (because it’s always a guy) who waits until the last second to merge is also not my kind of fun.  I will admit to screaming on a few occasions for Adam to watch out, which I know will not go over well, but my car is so pretty and so very expensive to fix, that to sit idly by as it goes careening in the direction of another car without any blinkers to notify said car just sometimes seems impossible.  But when he asks if I would rather drive, the answer is always the same…I sigh, say no and hold on tight.

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Jan30

Ready, set…go!

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Ready, set…go!

Hey everyone, Adam here, so when I get ready for anything I do it fast.  If I get home from a long trip, I walk through the door Sierra and I decide where we are eating dinner, I put on a clean shirt and a spritz of cologne and I’m ready.  This is the speediness in which men are ready.  If I’m going on a trip I pack in the morning moments before I leave.  I grab the nearest (clean or dirty) items I feel are prudent for said trip throw them quickly in my bag and I’m off. This may backfire on me seeing as that sometimes I am totally unprepared for said destination or adventure but you know what even then I’m still ready.  I’m a man I’m always ready on time, I’m always ready for anything, I’m always ready.  Short and sweet from my end this week and you know why, ‘cause I’m ready!

Hi…it’s Sierra.  Prepared to write my half of the post showered, in the appropriate ensemble, with a to do list and I did this all in a planned manner.  Why, because I am a woman.  Does he listen to himself?  Sheesh.  We went to visit my sister in Boulder, Colorado in October and you know what Adam forgot?  Pants.  We went to Colorado for three days in the late fall and the man did not pack pants.  How is that ready???  The first time we had date night after I moved to Austin, Adam called me in the afternoon to tell me he would be at my apartment an hour before dinner to get ready there as his dressy clothes were there.  He called twenty minutes after his eta to tell me he would be there in five minutes (which I have since learned in Adam-time is about an hour).  I had at this time already spent a good ninety minutes taking a shower, figuring out what to wear, carefully doing my hair and make up and I still had to accessorize and take the dog out.  This is a very normal routine when a woman gets ready a night out.  So, when five minutes before our reservation Adam had still not shown up, I lost it and called and told him not to bother.  Why should I go through all of this effort if he can’t show up on time?  Since then I have realized that according to Adam, a nice outfit means a somewhat clean shirt and getting ready means walking in the door 5 minutes before we are due to be at dinner.  It drives me insane.  The only thing worse would be if while I was primping myself he hogged the bathroom, got in my way and looked hotter than I did when we were both ready.