So things turn out exactly the way they’re supposed to.  I went home, and we talked for a while, and worked things out a little.  I think there is still more talking to be done on the subject, but at least we’re not mad at each other while we get it out there. 

Interesting and wonderful how everyone weighs in differently on the subject – from ‘welcome to married life’ all the way to ‘it wont work out, you should break up’.  My feelings tend to lie a little more down the middle.  I’d like to believe this isn’t the best that it will be, but it also isn’t the worst.  We both have a lot of learning, a lot of give and take… and a lot of CHANGING to do.  Change is ok, change is good… change makes things better.  Sometimes you need someone to tell you to suck it up, and call you a flower.  It works.

Haha, I laugh at myself!

And!  There is another resolution.  I was being silly this weekend, cleaning the house in some little booty shorts and a tank (much to Brock’s enjoyment) with some loud music.  Danced my way in front of the mirror.  Yeah, I’m ok with my legs.  They’re looking good.  I can work with that!