A Wife's Guide to Football Season

By Maggie Reimherr

When Derek and I started dating, he taught me what a first down is. I was a student at a big football university, but the extent of my knowledge of football was “touchdown,” “field goal,” and the fact that it provided a very fun opportunity to throw on a cute red dress and drink beer with your friends.

I’m no longer a football idiot, but I wouldn’t exactly call myself a convert. I play fantasy football with Derek and our couple friends. and I won our league last year - #blessed. (It’s not hard to do, guys. You look at the point values next to a person’s name in the ESPN app and draft the people with the most projected points. Why do we overcomplicate this?) I wear my red and black every Saturday and scream for the Dawgs. I really love the Dawgs. I also now know what’s going on during a football game. But I have little interest in football besides what the Georgia Bulldogs are doing on Saturdays, what my fantasy players are doing on Sundays, and the tear-inducing human interest stories during College GameDay. Basically, I’m a selfish football fan.

Unlike me, my husband cares about ALL OF THE FOOTBALL. We just bought a Roku and got a subscription to Sling TV so we can watch the sports channels our basic cable package doesn’t cover. I know what our weekends will consist of from now until December. Like I said, I’m really into Georgia football, and that interest even extends to some interest in other SEC teams. But I don’t care at all about Ohio State or USC or Oregon’s matchups.

So ladies (and gents!) who have mixed feelings about being inundated with football game after football game this fall, here’s our guide to making the most of this season:

Treat the game with reverence. You may not care about whatever Big 10 matchup is on the screen in front of you, but your spouse does, and you love your spouse. Out of love, don’t block the TV, and don’t talk too much during game play.

Drink a lot of beer. (But not so much that you’re talking about your hopes, dreams, fears, and issues for the rest of the night to the woman you just met in the sports bar bathroom.)

Be a hostess with the mostest. Have friends over to watch some games, or throw an awesome tailgate! If you don’t care about the game of the hour, you can rest assured that there will be at least a few other people in the crowd who care as little about Michigan State football as you do. Chat with them, refill the snack trays, and throw yourself into something other than staring at the TV.

Make all of the snacks. This is very important. If the current game on TV is boring you, you can bury your face in a BBQ sandwich, a bowl of chili, a plethora of dips, or a tray of desserts.

Don’t plan your pumpkin patch or apple picking #basicfall outing during a game your spouse really cares about. The pumpkins can wait.

Remember that all of these games being on means that it’s football season for your team too. It’s all worth it to be able to shout, “Go Dawgs!” or “Hotty Toddy!” once more.

And finally, for the love of all things good, don’t plan a wedding on a Saturday during football season. Honestly, what is wrong with you if you’re considering this?!

So to the lukewarm football fans like me: you are not alone. And we will have a dang good time this football season with the beer, snacks, and socializing. See you at the tailgate.

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Thoughts on 3 Months of Blogging

By Maggie Reimherr

Derek and I are members of a generation that prioritizes social media perceptions over many things. For 3 months now, we’ve been going against the grain by doing something decidedly uncool: shamelessly plugging our blog on social media.

I was a secret blogger for a long time in college, constantly changing my Tumblr URL to keep IRL people from finding my internet persona. (Yes, this is embarrassing.) Now I’ve gone public, and I regularly flood your Facebook news feed with writing from either me or my husband.

I love this blog. I wished for the right platform and the right “inspiration” for my writing for a long time. I’ve realized that my own life is inspiration enough for producing content, and people seem to be enjoying what they’re reading. It warms my heart to receive positive feedback, especially because I’m not naive enough to think that there aren’t some people making fun of this project we’ve got going. There’s a certain vulnerability in pushing your writing out to the world week after week that you just have to get over when you’re running a blog.

I’ve learned a lot of things in the past 3 months of blogging. Here they are:

 

1. Putting yourself out there is the hardest part.

There are days when I post to the website then struggle to navigate over to Facebook to promote it. If I’m not ultra-confident that the post is as good as it can possibly be, I want to keep it to myself and circumvent the process of getting it out there to a hodge podge of social media friends I’ve collected over the past decade. Get over it. Some people will like it; some people will hate it; some people will say, “Who cares?”

The internet can be a scary place. If you’re feeling insecure about putting your work and your opinions out there, I would encourage you to stay far, far away from mass media comment sections. Get your post out there, and stop caring about what other people might think. I guarantee you that very few people will bat an eye at one accidental comma splice. They might bat an eye about your opinions about the upcoming presidential election though. Proceed on this and other controversial topics, like alligators at Disney World, leggings as pants, and Harambe, at your own risk.

 

2. Do it for yourself.

In the first month or so of blogging I read a lot about bloggers who BLOW UP and wind up making like $30,000 a month. (Yes, you read that right.) I started to get greedy and think, “Oh, that HAS to be us. We can totally do that.” I spent a lot of time brainstorming how to get more followers until I burned myself out. I realized that Derek and I started this blog because we love to write, and we wanted a hobby that we could do together. If it’s meant to get huge, it will in due time. In the meantime, we have to be realistic and acknowledge that everyone and their brother has a blog these days. Yours might be the needle in the haystack that makes you a millionaire, or it could just be a really great personal project.

 

3. Insta comparison is the thief of joy.

Shortly after starting the blog, I created an Instagram account for the blog. It’s been a great way to engage with readers and other bloggers. And then it’s hard when you see that the other bloggers are off gallivanting on free trips to tropical islands because their readership is so large that a resort wants to pay them to write about it. I want to gallivant to tropical islands, too! People, please read my blog!

(Do it for yourself, Maggie, not for the tropical vacations. Maybe the tropical vacations.)

The other thing about Instagram comparison is that a lot of people have way more followers than us. We’ve been slowly building up to around 500 followers. I get jealous and confused when I see that someone whose writing is fairly subpar has 20,000 followers on Instagram. (Sorry, I feel like I can say this - I took some brutal, critical creative writing workshops in college, and I have a decent eye for quality writing.) I had to realize that our niche might not get us that kind of following. We’re not posting OOTDs and beautiful recipes. We’re posting what we do in our everyday lives. We also don’t inexplicably have a professional photographer following us around at all times like the fashion and lifestyle bloggers do. (Sidenote: still haven’t figured out what constitutes a lifestyle blog.)

 

4. Getting “inspired” is hard.

Derek and I have both recently hit some writers block and have wondered what the heck to write about next. Although our lives generate some silly, fun content, we’re generally fairly normal. We spend a lot of time watching movies on the couch at home. As such, we don’t have beautiful pictures or amazing stories to share all the time. So what do we write about when we’ve made the commitment to post twice a week? (Spoiler alert: we’ve been slacking lately.) We’re still trying to figure this one out. We have a backlog of ideas/writing prompts, but when you’re feeling uninspired, it’s hard to even sit down with one of those. Do it anyway.

 

5. Traffic is fickle, but intriguing titles matter.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve written something incredible. I post it to the site, and for reasons unknown, fewer people read it than are reading my silly GIF lists. It can be discouraging, but don’t let it be. At the same time, you have to know that intriguing titles get clicks. These titles have driven the most traffic to our site:

In Sickness, In Health, In Drama: A Honeymoon Story
City Living: Our Narrow Avoidance of a Rental Scam
Fixer Upper Taste on an IKEA Budget
We Didn’t Meet on Tinder, But They Did

“Honeymoon,” “scam,” “Tinder” - what do these things have in common? They make you want to read more. As for “Fixer Upper” - Chip and Joanna Gaines are the ultimate clickbait. Just take a quick scroll through your Facebook friends' shares for proof.

 

Blogging has taught us all of these lessons. But most importantly, it’s brought Derek and me closer together. It’s been so good to collaborate on a hobby we can do together and encourage each other to do what we love to do - to write, to create, to engage others. We hope our blog is fun for you to read, because we’re having a blast writing it.

Now we want to hear from you - what posts have you enjoyed most? What do you want to read more about on Millennial Marriage? Let us know in the comments, on social media, or via email!

Wife Confessions: The Ice Cream Incident

By Maggie Reimherr

Hunger struck as I was strolling around Harvard Square. I’d already downed my lunch of leftovers at my desk and was using the remainder of my break to shop for a birthday gift for my mom. As I was buzzing from the natural fragrance of the Lush products I purchased for her, my stomach started growling.

I was on a diet, but healthy snacks weren’t appealing to me at the moment, and besides, I was about to enter a wedding weekend for some friends in the South. I’d certainly spend the next three days downing fried chicken, biscuits, and alcohol. I determined from that that my diet could wait until Monday.

I wandered into a cafe to see if I could get a pastry. Everything was gluten free. Gluten free baked goods are objectively disgusting. Across the street, like a beam from heaven was shining on it, I saw an ice cream shop. I wandered in, ordered the “Charles River Crunch,” a dark chocolate ice cream with bits of almond toffee, in a sugar cone. I felt a sense of accomplishment that I chose the smaller cone over my usual waffle cone selection.

The teenager scooping said, “You better grab some napkins. This might be messy.” Because Massachusetts seems to not believe in central air conditioning, the chocolate ice cream was beginning to drip before I even exited. I scurried out to find a bench to sit on.

I settled on a bench across from the entrance to the Harvard Yard. The ice cream was liquifying faster than I could eat it. Soon, my hand was covered in chocolate. But by damn, I paid $5 for this thing. I couldn’t give up. I scarfed down my cone in a rather unflattering manner. As I did, a bus of tourists stopped beside me and stared.

“My life is a dumpster fire,” I thought (I am dramatic).

I gave up, tossed the cone in a garbage can, and my hands were covered in dark chocolate ice cream. My napkins got soaked through, so the only thing I could wipe my hand on was the paper bag containing my mom’s birthday present, which I paid 10 cents for because I work in a hippy, eco-conscious area. The bag only did the trick on one hand. The other hand was still dripped with the gross, sticky, brown liquid.

I looked down at my red pants, and they were also a casualty of the chocolate dessert. I had to head back to work with a hand and pants that looked like they were covered in, um, defecation. Great.

I tried to take a less populated route through campus to get back to work, but there was only so much crowd avoidance I could do. My employer is both a school and a tourist destination. People were everywhere. I don’t know if people’s judgmental stares were a figment of my imagination or not.

When I got back to work, I darted into the bathroom to clean up the mess. I pulled out my trusty Tide to Go pen only to find that it had run out, thanks to other food-related accidents (I feel like this happens to me a lot?). I resorted to using a wet paper towel to dab the spots, and apparently, this old-fashioned stain removal technique works on still-damp stains. Who knew?

Of course, I looked at my face in the mirror, and my mouth was covered in chocolate like a small child. Whatever.

I’m 24, married, and have a fancy, stable job. I seem to have my crap together, right? I really do not. In a world where perception is everything (thanks, Instagram), I want to shout from the rooftops that I am a grown-ass woman who was recently covered in chocolate ice cream while wearing a business casual outfit. Life is messy. Life is sweet. The two are not mutually exclusive. Everybody looks and acts dumb sometimes.

So the next time you start putting yourself down or feeling “behind” on your accomplishments, remember this: we’re all a bunch of dorks just trying to eat the ice cream before it melts. Or who just spilled coffee down the front of a white outfit (this also happened to me - another story for another day, folks).

 

More of me embarrassing myself on Millennial Marriage:

In Sickness, In Health, In Drama
Measure Once, Buy Once: A Furniture Shopping Story

You Should Binge Watch Stranger Things

By Derek Reimherr


Last month, we finished Parks and Rec. Maggie cried. I felt an emptiness in my soul.

Just when you think you’re going to have to go into the fetal position to recover, the internet swoops in to save the day. Buzzfeed is a beautiful thing people, and not just because of the puppy videos (like this one). One day, the company’s Twitter account posted this:

Wait, what is Stranger Things? I searched #StrangerThings and had my mind blown. This show dropped on Netflix with little fanfare from my socialsphere in mid-July. Now it’s an internet phenomenon.

I made Maggie sit down and watch an episode with me on a Sunday afternoon knowing only that it’s a sci-fi show (cool for me, meh for her) and that Buzzfeed tweeted about it. So we watch the first episode, and I was definitely digging it.

“Wanna roll into #2?” I ask my binge-loving wife.

“Nah, I’m not really feeling it. Kinda boring, tbh,” she responded, actually saying “tbh” aloud.

“Too bad, Punkin, WE’RE DOING IT,” I announced, because I take my victories where I can.

We proceeded to watch until almost 1 am and then finish the rest of the season the following day. Yeah “boring show” my ass, wifey. She got as into it as I did - I knew she would, too. One of my classic lines (that Maggie hates) is, “I don’t do bad entertainment. If it sucks, I ain’t got time for that.”

So technically, we already binge watched Stranger Things, and now you just have to catch up and get on our level. It’s a show about a couple of kids and a small town dealing with a missing boy and some freaky sci-fi mystery stuff. 

Here’s why you’ll love it and want to binge it, too:

1)   This is literally the opening scene. You can’t watch this and not NEED TO KNOW what tf is about to happen.

2) The show is set in the 80s, a simpler, nostalgic time.

3)   The main boy characters are best friends. And they play Dungeons and Dragons together like the best little nerds in the world. Yes, this is relevant to the plot. Yes, I play D&D, too. No, I don’t need your judgment.

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4)   Winona Ryder is in it and goes TOTALLY BONKERS CRAZY.

5)   There’s a scary as hell monster doing some scary as hell stuff.

6)   The internet is fixated on this guy’s hair. I mean, I don’t disagree.

7)   Tertiary character Barb is not impressed with your shit. And all of us want to be like Barb.

8) Because one of the main characters is obsessed with Eggos and I know we’re all like “same.”

9)   Because of Dustin and his hilarity.

10) And finally, at its core, the story is about childhood friendship.

Fellow binge-watchers - what do you recommend for us to watch next? Let us know in the comments or on social!

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Saturday Mornings with Us

These Are a Few of Our Favorite Saturday Things

By Maggie Reimherr

I am in love with lazy Saturdays. I feel like it took me getting a grown-up job in a big city with an hour-long commute to make me appreciate and need my weekends. But now that this is my life, I live for Saturday mornings.

Typically, Derek is able to sleep much later than I am, which my little introvert heart loves. I wake up, pour myself a cup of coffee, and take in the quiet morning while writing in my journal or reading. After about an hour of that, I get hungry and get cooking. Because our schedule during the week is so hectic with long commutes, weekends are when I get to try new recipes and work on my cooking skills, which I love.

Lately, I’ve been all about breakfast skillets. I also recently discovered that I can make my new favorite Starbucks drink, Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew, at home. It makes me so happy. So today I’m sharing how to make two recipes:

  1. Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew

  2. Crispy Hash Breakfast Skillet

Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew

What you need for the coffee:
1 ½ cups of coffee grounds
3 ¼ cups of water
French Press

What you need for the Vanilla Sweet Cream:
16 oz light cream
14 oz sweetened condensed milk
1 tbsp vanilla extract

Head on over to Bustle for the instructions I’ve been using to make this delicious morning drink! This probably goes without saying, but the better quality the coffee you’re using, the better it’s going to taste. The first few times I made it, I used Jittery Joe’s Athens I Love You coffee, only available in Athens, Georgia. It was amazing. But then I used up the whole can of coffee on 3 batches. To be more cost-effective, I ordered a big ol’ bag of Dunkin Donuts medium roast on Amazon. Not as good, but it gets the job done.

**Disclaimer** Do not drink more than one glass like I did this morning. Your hands will shake, and you will regret your decision. This stuff is highly caffeinated.

Crispy Hash Breakfast Skillet

Ingredients:
2 medium russet potatoes
3 strips bacon*
1 large bell pepper
1 small yellow onion**
4 large eggs
Shredded cheese***
Salt and pepper to taste

Other optional spices I’ve added: seasoned salt, crushed red pepper flakes, chili powder, garlic powder - just depends on the type of flavor you want

*I have also made this recipe with other meats: turkey bacon and chorizo. If you use turkey bacon, you won't have any grease to cook the potatoes in, so add butter to the skillet when you get to the potatoes.

**The onion isn’t included in the original recipe, but I always add a chopped onion.

***I’ve used cheddar, Mexican blend, and smoked gouda on separate occasions. All are great options, but I'm partial to the gouda! Also, the recipe recommends ⅓ cup of cheese. I recommend as much cheese as you want. I ❤️ cheese.

 

Head over to Sally’s Baking Addiction for the rest of the instructions. If you’re adding an onion like I recommend, add it at the same time as the bell pepper.

How do you like to spend your lazy Saturday mornings? Any favorite breakfast recipes? Let us know in the comments or on social!

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8 Reasons Why DINK Life is the Best Life

By Maggie Reimherr

I think the life stage Derek and I are in right now is cause for celebration. For the first time in our lives, we have a lot of financial freedom as post-grads and young professionals. We have no mortgage, nothing tying us to any particular city, no babysitters on speed dial, and as little responsibility as we’ll ever have again. The world is our oyster. We are DINKs (Dual Income No Kids), and we are proud. I have the utmost respect for parents, and I’m sure that #momlife is in my future. But for now, here’s why we think the DINK life is grand:


1. You have more disposable income now than you might have again until you’re done paying for your children’s weddings.

2. You can go wherever you want, whenever you want, and make plans as spontaneously as you desire. Last minute dinner date in the city on a Tuesday? No problem!

3. You can live in a tiny apartment and enjoy city life. Never again will you be able to appreciate the beauty of a cute, affordable, conveniently located, 700 square foot apartment.

4. You can go on fabulous couples vacations without worrying about where to leave your kids.

5. You can practice parenting with pets. Puppies have all of the cuteness and cuddliness of a baby with slightly less responsibility involved. 

6. You can pursue new things that are riskier when you have kids. Now's the best time to leave that stable job for your dream career, move to a new city, or be one of those travel blogging couples who are inexplicably able to spend boatloads of money without any indication of employment.

7. You can use your extra money to pursue lofty financial goals. Pay off those student loans, save for an amazing European vacation, have a full 6-month emergency fund in the bank… your choice!

8. As newlyweds, you have time for just the two of you to grow in your new (or relatively new) marriage.

We know we have a lot in store for the future, but we're happy to be in this simple life stage for now when our worries are small, our disposable income is large, and we can do whatever the heck we want. We're savoring the DINK life while we can. 

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You Should Binge Watch Parks and Rec

By Maggie Reimherr

I am a Netflix aficionado. I am such an avid fan of its services that it’s borderline embarrassing. For example, when my friends made my 21st birthday sign (#sorority), they considered making it in the shape of the Netflix logo. That’s dedication.

I have watched all 16 seasons of Law and Order SVU and every 90s and early 2000s teen drama you could possibly imagine. I have cried through Parenthood and Friday Night Lights. I have cackled through Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. How I Met Your Mother pulled me out of the Great Emotional Funk of 2012 (if you knew me then, you remember this). What I’m saying is this: my expertise of this wonderful streaming service’s wares is extensive. Therefore, I know that there’s always a show to be binge watched.

When Derek and I got married, we decided that we needed a show the both of us would enjoy. Since we both pride ourselves on our ~stellar~ senses of humor, we decided a comedy would be right up our alley. It’s actually ridiculous that neither of us had seen this show before, but I’m embarrassed to say that we were Parks and Rec virgins. This needed to change ASAP.

We quickly got hooked on the show (me more so than Derek because I’m the Binge Watch Queen). I decided that Derek’s a hybrid of Andy Dwyer, Ben Wyatt, and Tom Haverford, heavy on the Andy, though. Derek decided that I’m a hybrid of Leslie Knope and Chris Traeger. We both accepted these classifications without hesitation because we’re self-aware and also a little self-deprecating.

We’re now on season 6, and I’m prolonging the experience because I’m not ready for it to end (I did, however, frontload by watching approximately 20 episodes in one day). Not to get all cheesy on you, but the experience of watching this show has inspired me to be a stronger, more driven woman - THANK YOU, LESLIE. It’s also been such a comfort to watch. You see the characters  experience real life situations and real life emotions with only a small dash of cliché. It almost, almost makes you want to move to a tiny town in Indiana and work for the city government.

So how do I love thee, Parks and Rec? Let me count the ways:

1)   Leslie Knope’s awkwardness.

2)   The paradox of Ron Swanson – a bureaucrat who hates bureaucracy.

3)   April Ludgate’s weirdness.

4)   Ben Wyatt’s total geekdom.

5)   Everything about Jerry Gergich’s home life.

6)   Tommy Boy's swag.

7) Andy Dwyer, the lovable doofus.

Same, Andy. ( Source )

Same, Andy. (Source)

8)   Donna Meagle’s utter intolerance of bulls%!+.

9)   Ann Perkins’ and Leslie Knope’s beautiful friendship.

10) Chris Traeger, literally the most upbeat person on television.

11) Jean Ralphio’s commentary.

12) And finally, the introduction of this beautiful concept into the mainstream:

When we finish this show, this is how I will feel:

In the meantime, you can find me on my couch looking like this:

Fellow binge-watchers - what do you recommend for us to watch next? Let us know in the comments or on social!

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City Living: Our Narrow Avoidance of a Rental Scam

By Maggie Reimherr

I have this bad habit of scrolling through Zillow to look at “aspirational” apartments. While our friends in the South are buying 4 bedroom houses, I try to rationalize absurd rental costs. Just thinking about the budget I have to set for a 2 bedroom apartment in a reasonable location that’s 900+ square feet with washer/dryer hookups makes me hate myself a little bit. In Boston, tenant expectations and standards for housing are horrifically low, yet the prices are horrifically high. It’s a vicious cycle. I don’t want to talk about it.

One day during an aspirational scroll, I stumbled upon an apartment that actually met our criteria: reasonable price, nice area, good size. It even had a washer and dryer (!!!). We weren’t planning to move, but when a promising apartment appears on the Boston rental market, people do irrational things. I clicked on the listing, and it was perfect. The location was a dream for our commutes and in one of our favorite parts of Boston. Derek and I felt that this precious gift was there on the rental market just for us. 

This is the actual kitchen from the listing. All heart eye emojis for this beauty in the city.

This is the actual kitchen from the listing. All heart eye emojis for this beauty in the city.

We quickly contacted the landlord, answered his rental application questions, and were told that we were the best candidates for the apartment. He sent over a lease with a catch: “You must sign this lease and send over ____ sum of money, and you may not see the apartment until the current tenant moves out. If you don’t find it to your liking after you see it, you get your money back.”

Wait, what?

Apparently this is a somewhat common practice, known as a good faith deposit, but I was suspicious. The lease included information to send money straight to someone’s bank account. That didn't seem right.

Cue me doing ALL of the Google research over the next few days.

I found out that rental scams where people make off with your deposit money are fairly common in Boston, even warned about by the Cambridge police and the city government of Boston.

The price of the apartment was also too good to be true. It was in a building with an HOA fee that really should have made the rent about a grand higher than the supposed landlord was asking.

Conversations in our household sounded somewhat like this over the next few days…

Me: This seems too good to be true.
Derek: I think you’re being a little paranoid. It’s a common real estate practice.
Me: *rolls eyes* I don’t think so. I’m going to Google more!

My Google searches finally lead me to the city of Boston’s public records, and I found out the name of the owner of the apartment. Like any good millennial, what did I do? I found and messaged her on Facebook.

Meanwhile, Derek sent a long list of questions to the “landlord” to see if his answers would lead us to answers on whether or not this was a scam. What are the condo association regulations? Are you associated with a rental company? How long has the owner owned the place? Where is the parking space located? And so on.

While we never heard back from the “landlord”, I got a Facebook message back from the owner. Turns out, she owned and occupied the apartment. It was never on the rental market to begin with.

First reaction: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Second reaction: IN YOUR FACE, HUSBAND!!! I mean...Love you, told you so!
Third reaction: I’m an amazing Googler. Someone should probably hire me for this.

While our hip, city-living dreams were crushed, we avoided losing a lot of money. The moral of this story? Suspicion is your friend, and my husband now knows to never call me paranoid again. Other moral of this story? Apartment hunting in a big city is the worst, and I recommend avoiding it at all costs.

Have you ever had a bad experience with renting? Commiserate with us in the comments!

Read more lessons on #MillennialMarriage:

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10 Lessons Learned in 3 Months of Marriage
Budget Basics: Where Did All My Money Go?

Welcome to Our #Millennial Marriage

by Derek Reimherr

Growing up in the South, it’s pretty much expected that you will follow this path:

  • Graduate high school

  • Attend college nearby so you can mooch off of Mom and Dad

  • Meet the love of your life

  • Lock that ish down ASAP

  • Buy a house in the ‘burbs

  • Produce babies

…all by age 25 or so. If you had told either of us a few years ago that we would follow steps 1-4 almost to the T, we would have called you a liar. (Don’t dare put that pregnancy voodoo on us. We don’t have time for that.)

Post grad, I pictured living in a cool, warehouse style apartment in Atlanta with my best friends from college. I anticipated having stacks on stacks to travel and furnish my life as I pleased. I’m pretty sure Maggie had the same ideas.

Source: Zan Ilic via unsplash.com

Source: Zan Ilic via unsplash.com

Unfortunately, Maggie just had to kiss me on our first date. Then once my friends met her, they just had to tell me they would kill me if I ruined our relationship. Next thing you know, here we are married in Boston. How the heck did that happen?

Both of us subscribe to the philosophy of being lifelong learners. We’re constantly reading, listening to podcasts, and seeking advice. In our quest for knowledge as an engaged and now married couple, we noticed something. There are plenty of blogs/podcasts/books about being married with kids and others about being a millennial/twenty-something, but nothing about both. Where’s a guy and gal supposed to go to continue the quest for knowledge?

We started thinking, though. What if we wrote about our experiences? We are so far from having all the answers it’s hilarious, but what if we just shared the lessons we’ve learned?

We aren’t experts on marriage, but being in our mid-20s, we are veteran millennials. Why not write about the crossover between the two?

So if you’re coming here for answers on how to be married, we don’t have them (yet). But if you’re coming here for practical learned-from-experience lessons and our humorous take on life, you’ve come to the right place.

Welcome to our #MillennialMarriage.