New Haircut

So apparently there is only one qualified person to cut my hair in the whole city of Santa Barbara. Odd, but glad I found her. And she made me have rockin eyebrows, so it's all good.

I often find people asking me, "How is the married life? IS it any different?" I've heard some married couples say it's not different at all. To me though, I think there are some differences.

1) If you're Christian, I Suppose primarily Catholic and have that "Catholic guilt", it sure does ease that! You see, we were living together before we got married, yes in sin. My husband is Catholic and I honestly believe his Catholic guilt was influencing me. And now, *TA DA* we are back in the okay. :) As a matte of fact, no one can say ish about us living together, sleeping together...so on and so forth.

Mark 10:9 "Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate." This was read at our wedding, and I really liked it.

2) I do feel a lot "closer" to him in a sense. I do feel that "becoming more one" thing going on. It's a hard feeling to explain, and a lot of people told me that it wasn't going to feel any different because we lived together before marriage. But it really does. There is a more of a commitment there, and not just from him. It's demanded of both of us. I feel a lot more responsible for another person. Everything we do, we keep each other in mind. We have the other person's happiness to think about, not just our own. There is no room for being selfish in a marriage.

3) There is a certain future. (If God wills it that is) We are both in college so we can work on our careers to better our lives. And of course, we want to have children in the future. The idea of Ryan and I expanding as a couple, creating sons and daughter who will have sons and daughters, it's just insane to think about! BUt in a good way.

There are many more things that are different, and hopefully as I write through out the blog, I will remember to identify them.

Oh yeah, and last but not least:

4) YOU'RE STUCK NOW!!!! :P

My dog, the devil

My friend, Thugged out Einstein

Your move, neighbor

We had a new neighbor move in next to us recently. This also means that their parking spot is right next to ours. Our neighbor apparently feels the need to park AS CLOSE AS POSSIBLE to us.

So, Ryan and I have declared war on them, and instead of parking further to the right, we park as close as possible to his car.

Take that, fucked up parker.

Hello, my name is Amamda Berry, you killed me father...prepare to die!

HAAAAAY!

So, just a little update. Officially rocking his last name. HOLLER!

Social security wasn't as bad as everyone made it out to be. I was in and out with in about 4 minutes once I was called up. Everything went smoothly except one minor little thing: My name was "AmaMda Berry" instead of Amanda Berry. I don't even know my own name. Sad face. :(

Anyway, next step is the GOD AWFUL hell that is the DMV. Actually, I guess I can't complain too much. At least it's isn't the Las Vegas DMV.



How, you might ask, did I manage to go though life with the incorrect name on my social security card? Apparently, no one in the world, including myself, pays attention. I've gotten all of my jobs, drivers licenses and all kinds of other things using that card and not one single person noticed. The social security lady did, finally. So, finally, I am Amanda Green.



It is easy being green...