5 Things You Learn About Your Spouse During an Engagement

The engagement period, before you officially become husband and wife, is filled with fun things like trying on pretty dresses, tasting delicious food, celebrating with friends/family and planning what you hope is a perfect day.

It is also a time when you will learn more about your future-spouse than you likely ever have before. Sure being engaged is fun, but it’s also a time when you’ll face more decisions, stressors and financial worry than you probably have as a couple before.

I like to think of this time as a practice run for what your marriage could look like. Here are five things I think you can learn about your spouse throughout your engagement.

The list is written as what you can learn about your groom, but these easily could be switched to embody a bride as well.

1. You learn how you handles stress and anxiety as a couple. Even if you’re a seasoned event planner, creating your dream wedding undoubtedly brings a lot of stress, which can put your “fighting style” as a couple under a microscope. How you work through wedding stress together is pretty telling as to how you’ll handle issues in your marriage.

2. You learn how he manages his finances, and if his money-style matches with yours. Sure your parents may be footing most the bill, but almost any couple will face big financial decisions when planning their wedding. If you think dropping $200 per table on flowers is perfectly fine and your groom would rather spend $200 total, then you should probably sit down and discuss your financial expectation and goals for your life together.

3. You learn how he deals with your emotions. There was a time during my engagement when I felt overwhelmed and a little scared of the magnitude of the commitment marriage means. I didn’t have many friends going through the same thing, so I turned to Luke. He could have been defensive or misconstrued the feelings I was having as a dig at him, but instead he listened, empathized and let me know what I was feeling was totally normal.

How your guy handles the emotions you surely will be feeling leading up to your wedding is a great indicator as to how he’ll support you during you as your husband.

4. You learn how “involved” his family will be in your life. You’ve all heard the horror stories of the mother-in-law who completely takes over the wedding planning- steamrolling the bride. Hopefully none of you ever have to go through that (so glad I didn’t!) but if you do, I’d take this a definite sign as to how involved your husband’s family is going to be in your life and the influence they’ll have over the decisions you’ll make as a couple.

5. You learn if he has traditional or modern view on  male/female roles. I anticipate I could get some flack for this one, but I think that if your groom is resistant to helping you plan your wedding, it could be a sign that he has traditional views of what his role as a man is in your day-to-day life. This is the guy who could also think that laundry, cooking, cleaning and child-rearing are a “woman’s job” (which isn’t always a bad thing if you have the same views).

Of course there are exceptions, like if you and your mom don’t want his involvement, or if he’s crazy-busy with his career at that time, but if you try to involve him during the engagement and he shows no interest, you may want to have an open discussion with him about his expectations for your roles in your marriage.

Those are the big areas I felt like I learned more about Luke during our engagement. Luckily they were all positives that helped prepare us to be happy in our marriage.

What else do you think you learn about your significant other during the engagement period?

Lake Tahoe Snow Photos

I know, I know….for most of you snow is the LAST thing you want to hear about, but I’m so excited that Tahoe has finally been hit with a big storm!

When you work in the ski industry, snow is one of those things you can’t live without. We’ve gone a loooong six weeks without so much as a fleck of snow until last night.

We were hit with a big storm overnight that is still going on right now. It’s expected to dump an inch per 45 minutes through Friday!!

One of the best parts about my job is that I get to go out and take photos whenever we get new snow. Here’s what me and me colleague Alex captured this morning.

Heavenly Mountain Snow

Heavenly GondolaSnow in Heavenly VillageBig Snow at Heavenly in February 2011!Stagecoach Lodge
Powder Tracks

I can’t wait until I can get out there and do some skiing on all the soft powder!

A Meal to Remember

This weekend Luke and I took off for Reno to have a little “getaway.” We got a hotel room, reservations at a nice steakhouse, tickets to the Adam Carolla comedy show and set aside a little money to play some casino games.

After checking into the hotel and taking a tour of the casino, we sat down for dinner. We were sitting in one of those half booths where you’re more side-by-side than across from each other.

Directly across from our table sat an older man (80 yrs old) who was dining alone. I first noticed him when the waitress came by to take his order and he talked so loudly it was like he was yelling.

Old Man: WHAT IS THE MOST EXPENSIVE THING ON THE MENU?!

Waitress: That would be our fresh-water lobster, sir for $70.

Old Man: OK – GIVE ME TWO OF THOSE. WAIT- HOW WILL I KNOW IT’S REALLY FRESH-WATER AND YOU’RE NOT DUPING ME!?

Waitress: Ummm…

I didn’t think too much about this conversation- he probably had hearing issues and what 80 yr old isn’t a little picky about his food?

Shortly after our appetizers arrived, we heard another shout- this one directed at us.

Old Man: YOU THERE! WHAT ARE YOU EATING?

Luke: it’s the venison appetizer.

Old Man: ANY GOOD?!

Luke: Yeah it’s great.

This initial conversation opened the flood gates for the old man to basically join our dinner. Throughout the night he would talk to us about once every five minutes and when he wasn’t talking to us, he’d stare intently at our table.

He started off sweet:

Old Man: YOU KIDS ARE A GREAT-LOOKING COUPLE.

Me: Aww thanks.

Old Man: YOU REMIND ME OF WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND MARRIED. I’D PROBABLY PAY A MILLION DOLLARS TO SWITCH PLACES WITH YOU.

This is where it went downhill into depression-mode.

Old Man continues: MY WIFE IS DEAD. (He motions to the seat across from him) THIS IS WHERE SHE SHOULD BE SITTING, BUT I GUESS SHE’S LOOKING DOWN ON ME….OR MAYBE I’M LOOKING DOWN ON HER (imitates looking down on hell)

Me: Ummm….haha

Old Man: WELL THAT ALSO DEPENDS ON WHICH WIFE WE’RE TALKING ABOUT….

Me: Right.

Old Man: I GOT TWO KIDS AND TWO GRANDKIDS THOUGH. I MEAN THE GRANDKIDS ARE ADOPTED, BUT I GUESS THEY STILL COUNT.

Yeah we decided to let that strain of conversation end at that. Sure enough though, five minutes later he bellowed out:

Old Man: HEY YOU! (looking at me)

Me: Yes?

Old Man: DOES HE BEAT YOU!?

Me: Not that I know of!

Old Man: OH OKAY- THAT’S GOOD. I WAS JUST WONDERING HOW HE SNAGGED YOU. THOUGHT MAYBE HE BEAT YOU.

DON’T EVER LET HIM LAY A HAND ON YOU!!!!!

Me: Yeah- no beating, don’t worry.

And another five – ten minutes later.

Old Man: HEY KIDS. I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY YOU’RE YOUNG.

Luke: Yeah we are.

Old Man: GOOD. BECA– USE IT REALLY STINKS BEING OLD- ESPECIALLY WHEN YOUR WIFE  DIES AND YOU’RE ALONE- BECA– USE THAT WILL HAPPEN EVENTUALLY.

Luke thought this old guy was pretty entertaining, but all the talk about how terrible it was to be old  and alone had me utterly depressed. I felt so bad for this man and had scary flashes of the future.

Was this what my life was going to be like someday? Sitting alone, drunk in a Reno, NV casino yelling like a crazy person at a young couple about how I wished I was them?

Just as I was about to get really depressed, the old man bellowed out that in honor of the great company we’d provided him, he was going to buy us a “CREME BRU-BRUBLEE” for dessert.

I was touched that he wanted to treat us to dessert and realized that we really had helped make his night better just by talking with him a little and letting him feel a part of our night.

I ended up even wondering if I thought this cantankerous old man was a little charming? Well, maybe charming wasn’t the right word.

All in all, sure it wasn’t the romantic, intimate meal I had in mind, but thanks to this crazy old man, it ended up being one of the more interesting dining experiences I’ve ever had!

Dumpster Diving with Grandpa

This week is the one year anniversary of the passing of my Grandma Germaine and the two year anniversary of the passing of Luke’s Grandpa Roy.

We’ve been thinking and talking about our lost grandparents with each other and with our families. There’s a comfort in sharing stories about someone who has passed – knowing that they live on in your memories.

There’s one story that Luke told me I thought was pretty funny. He agreed to write it up to share with all of you:

As a 9 year old, nothing was more important to me than money. Well, not money exactly, but what it could buy – specifically baseball cards. Socking away a portion of my weekly $5 allowance for other essentials (such as new baseballs, baseball mitts, baseball cleats, baseball bats, baseball batting gloves, etc.), I could only reasonably afford to buy about 8 packs a week.

That just wasn’t going to cut it if I was ever going to pay for my entire college education in baseball cards.

After inquiring why MI 10 was stamped on every pop (yes, pop) can and being informed that the state of Michigan pays out 10 cents for every recycled can, it didn’t take long for me to connect the dots. There was gold in them thar dumpsters at the golf course next to my house where aluminum cans were being tossed by the hundreds daily.

My grandpa stepped up to the plate and volunteered to help me collect aluminum cans, no doubt because he also saw the huge payoff down the road of a free college education via wise investments in baseball cards (or perhaps he because he wanted to spend time with me).

Whenever possible, he would come pick me up in his golf cart and take me to the golf course dumpsters, where he would pick me up so I could climb into the dumpsters and start tossing out the cans.   Although it smelled disgusting and there were a lot of unknown liquids that would get on me, but I didn’t mind because baseball cards were that important.

By the end of the summer, grandpa’s entire basement was filled with garbage bags full of cans.

He began listening to the radio daily waiting for the highest daily aluminum price so we could maximize our value. The day finally came when aluminum reached the grand price of what must have been about 7 cents a ton.

We loaded up the dump truck, hauled the cans to the recycling center, and walked away with the spectacular sum of $137.50. A summer of hard work dumpster diving in the sun and the big payoff was in hand.

To thank my grandpa, I took him to the finest restaurant in all of Plymouth, Indiana – Pizza Hut. Even after that extravagance, I still had enough cash leftover to buy what was surely two college educations worth of baseball cards.

College is over, and the baseball cards remain in my parents’ basement (taking  up about as much space as all those cans did once upon a time). Every time I see them I think back to that summer and all the time my grandpa spent with me.

Luke and Grandpa Roy