It turns out I'm sexist. I told my husband that and he asked toward men. I said no traditionally sexist, not reverse sexism. I don't think I would be ok with my husband making less than me in our chosen career fields. I could handle jobs that pay the bills, but not career fields. Judge me if you must, you may disagree. I wanted to post but didn't feel like uploading pictures on to my computer. This was the only thing I could think to post. That I could careless if my husband had a low salary for his life, but I probably would judge his "manhood" if he made less than me. Luckily right now I do not get paid, so if one day I made more than him, he would have years of accumulation to win. Although I could careless about other people financial earning abilities, and their relationships. "To each their own", is my motto.
In less judgmental information, my husband and I went water skiing today. Well no one actually water skied, my husband wake boarded, and I kneed boarded and about 8 other people did other water sports, water skiing not included. This is only my second time doing anything like this other than tubing. It was fun, I would like to go more, eventually move to wake boarding. I doubt we will ever own a boat, also jet skis would be fun.
Post Script I think my husband is super extra cute when he wake boards.
In more ramblings that make this post never end. My husband is very tired, while I am just sort of tired. The first time he took me boating was super super cold, and I have never been so cold in water before, so this time is no where near as tiring. Not to mention I didn't go on the lake as much as him this time. I blame it on my lack of inshapeness from my last pregnancy.
But back to the first time boating, five years ago. I spent most of the morning shivering, and all of the afternoon exhausted from all the shivering. I ended up wearing Brent's old wrestling sweats from high school all day because I was so cold. I washed the pants and kept them for awhile, until I decided I didn't really want to be the type of girl who wears her boyfriends sweats/pajamas, so I gave them back.
Now when I'm pregnant I do wear his clothes when I need loungy/work/exercise clothes.
Although maybe only his shirts.
I know interesting anecdote. (Yes, that is sarcasm.)
The end, truly!