My Parent’s Favoritism

Now, most people think of favoritism as parents favoring one of their children over another.  That type of favoritism is for another post.

This favoritism is different.  My parents … favor my husband.  Truly.  It is remarkable.

Now I love D.  Truly, madly, deeply.  I love him.  But we both acknowledge there are some things about him (e.g. his living in another state while we were dating) that would not thrill my parents.  Yet there has NEVER been an anti-D comment.

Not only that, they prefer him to me.  Ok well, that might be an exaggeration.  But allow me to make my case!

D and I registered at three places for our wedding.  One was a funky Jewish art store in town.  Although I registered us for a number of items, D really wanted this pink kitchen clock with this mad/angry face on it made out of recycled parts.  Since he hadn’t registered for anything in that store and I didn’t mind the clock I figured what the heck.  No one was going to get it for us.  Except my parents did.  As an engagement gift.

When D and I were registering at Bed, Bath and Beyond, we fell in love with the monkey bathroom set.  My parents thought I didn’t like it.  They thought I registered for it as a joke.  They thought it was really D who wanted it and I was just appeasing him but planned to change it.  So naturally, they bought it for me.  As a shower gift.

Until recently, D did not eat any meat (including poultry).  A few weeks/months ago I encouraged/forced/bribed/lovingly-and-not-so-secretly-hoped-for D to start eating meat. Well…poultry.  That was raised cage-free.

But it’s a start!

When I was in high school I gave up beef but still ate chicken.  You’d have thought I suddenly went vegan in a house of carnivores as much as my parents reacted.  And they’d often get frustrated when I wouldn’t eat what they’d cooked.

When D and I started dating I was living at home.  Meaning when D would come to stay for a weekend, he’d be staying at my parent’s house.  And you better believe they ALWAYS had fish for him.  Always.

And now that he will eat free-range chicken?  They’re stockpiling it.  My dad got so excited the other day believe he’d found free-range kosher chicken for me to use to make real chicken soup for Passover (it was actually turkey).

He even bought D two drumsticks the other day thinking organic = free-range.

Now, do you believe my parents favor D over me?  I know I could have it worse.  I love that my parents love my hubby.

But still, I wish they favored me more ;)Technologically Impaired? I have a flip phone.  I don’t own a Blackberry or I-Phone.  I don’t have an I-pod or I-pad.  I can’t handle a server.  And although I rocked VERY basic HTML in college, I can’t write code. But I love blogging.  And I want to have a pretty blog.  Now eventually I am going to pay someone to design a really pretty looking blog.  But until the time I can figure out what on earth I want my blog to look like, I have to rely on the internet.  And blogging tutorials.

Today I saw a blog post about numbering your comments.  Now as someone who is SOON (I hope) going to be hosting her very own giveaway, numbered comments are important!  It could potentially be difficult to count out which person wins my item (not because I can’t count, I am actually quite good at math! but because I am likely to mess up). This was by far the EASIEST tutorial I have seen in a while.  I’d recommend heading over here to check out Design It Chic’s amazing tutorial.  There are others as well.  I bet if you want to know how to do it, you can find the instructions there!I’m so excited about my numbered comments.  It’s the little things, folks! Now just waiting on my item to arrive so I can host the giveaway 🙂

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