While we were away:
We ate at a fifties diner in Golden and sat by the Jukebox but we didn’t want to scare the elderly that populated the place so he squirmed at the possibility that when I put coins in the machine, I may pick “My Humps”. Drank a cold pint and some cutlets with mashed potatoes and mixed veggies, reminded me of Grandma’s sides.
We had several leisurely mornings, devouring both newspapers for the day, drinking copious amounts of coffee and eating what he proclaimed as breakfast made by the woman who makes the best breakfasts ever.
We declared eleven am as cocktail hour and drank too many beermosas rendering us quite sauced in the afternoons which we spent playing scrabble, crib, and golf.
We played golf with a lovely 85 year old named Basil, who beat the pants off of us and most likely highlighted our afternoon condition.
We spent an afternoon with my grandparents, sat on the patio and then the boys retired to play an excessive amount of pool while the girls gabbed until dusk.
We cuddled, a lot.
We spent the last afternoon tanning on the driveway and moaning over our luck that the last day was the only sunny day.
We left; relaxed, sunburned, and happy.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
honeymoon's over?
I think we’re past the honeymoon stage. If I measure our time together using what we deemed to be our ‘anniversary’- the day we first met- May 31 would have been our 7 month ‘anniversary’. Of course I don’t believe in this stuff, but his words are coming back to haunt me.
“Are we at six months already? I start to act like an asshole after that,” he said jokingly.
I laughed then, thinking the blissful dome of happy we had created couldn’t be penetrated by timelines. It comes a month late, so maybe they don’t, but maybe we’re past what they call – ‘the honeymoon phase’. I imagine this as having a soundtrack of chirping birds and tasting so sweet making everything look rosy and new. And at the time, I didn’t realize it. But now we’ve hit a bump and at the bottom of it, I can still see and hear and smell that phase, but I can’t reach it.
I know it’s only a bump, but it feels a little like a precarious balancing act. Things could go so wrong. It’s kind of scary and reminds me of why I never really committed before this. I constantly have a knot in my stomach. But this time, I’m standing up for myself and not backing down—and if it means he wants to leave me; he doesn’t really love me as much as he says, ‘cause he would stay. I don’t want him to prostrate with his apologies, but I like when he at least acknowledges the fault or the bad. This time our fight was a little different- him more defensive, me more frustrated.
And I don’t feel it was resolved – but it’s only been one day. Obviously I’m a newbie at couples fighting.
So here’s hoping we just tripped and fell and need some time to brush ourselves off and walk off into the sunset with the chirping birds and rosy view and sweet taste in our mouths.
“Are we at six months already? I start to act like an asshole after that,” he said jokingly.
I laughed then, thinking the blissful dome of happy we had created couldn’t be penetrated by timelines. It comes a month late, so maybe they don’t, but maybe we’re past what they call – ‘the honeymoon phase’. I imagine this as having a soundtrack of chirping birds and tasting so sweet making everything look rosy and new. And at the time, I didn’t realize it. But now we’ve hit a bump and at the bottom of it, I can still see and hear and smell that phase, but I can’t reach it.
I know it’s only a bump, but it feels a little like a precarious balancing act. Things could go so wrong. It’s kind of scary and reminds me of why I never really committed before this. I constantly have a knot in my stomach. But this time, I’m standing up for myself and not backing down—and if it means he wants to leave me; he doesn’t really love me as much as he says, ‘cause he would stay. I don’t want him to prostrate with his apologies, but I like when he at least acknowledges the fault or the bad. This time our fight was a little different- him more defensive, me more frustrated.
And I don’t feel it was resolved – but it’s only been one day. Obviously I’m a newbie at couples fighting.
So here’s hoping we just tripped and fell and need some time to brush ourselves off and walk off into the sunset with the chirping birds and rosy view and sweet taste in our mouths.
Monday, April 11, 2011
broken barrier
he farted in front of me. It was awesome.
You may wonder why, but for me it was a new level in our relationship. We talked about it. We talked about pooping too. Which makes things less awkward and constipated feeling all around. Not like we'll go around farting in front of each other all the time now. Because that's not romantic or conducive to getting it on. Everything just feels more honest now. And really, what's love but still liking your partner even when they're stinky once in a while.
You may wonder why, but for me it was a new level in our relationship. We talked about it. We talked about pooping too. Which makes things less awkward and constipated feeling all around. Not like we'll go around farting in front of each other all the time now. Because that's not romantic or conducive to getting it on. Everything just feels more honest now. And really, what's love but still liking your partner even when they're stinky once in a while.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
why running is unladylike
I was running to catch a light the other morning, and all of a sudden had a sharp pain on my shin. Looking down, I saw my iPhone flying towards a patch of grass and realized my bag had flown open. Looking up the path I’d been running, I realized my things were strewn all over the place and would have to (ungraciously) go and retrieve them.
Suddenly, I flashed back to a moment several months ago when I was working on a media availability with my EVP. He wanted to go see the space we planned to use and I was just finishing up an email as he was walking out the door. I ran to catch up in my heels and dress and he gave me a look like I was on another planet. “Why would you run?” he said. I was mortified.
These two experiences have led me to the conclusion that running is unladylike and should be avoided at all costs. If you want to arrive as a lady: calm, collected, put together – you walk. If you want to arrive looking like an unorganized sloppy teenager, and feel like one, you run. Just think of the image of everything flopping and the sweat slowly accumulating under your arms and on your forehead. Do you think Elizabeth Taylor ever arrived anywhere looking like that? No. She made it a point to be late. She was even late for her funeral. So, in the interests of everyone you're meeting, running should be relegated to you’re late for a plane, train or bus (that you cannot catch the next one), or you’re running for sport (i.e. dressed to sweat).
Suddenly, I flashed back to a moment several months ago when I was working on a media availability with my EVP. He wanted to go see the space we planned to use and I was just finishing up an email as he was walking out the door. I ran to catch up in my heels and dress and he gave me a look like I was on another planet. “Why would you run?” he said. I was mortified.
These two experiences have led me to the conclusion that running is unladylike and should be avoided at all costs. If you want to arrive as a lady: calm, collected, put together – you walk. If you want to arrive looking like an unorganized sloppy teenager, and feel like one, you run. Just think of the image of everything flopping and the sweat slowly accumulating under your arms and on your forehead. Do you think Elizabeth Taylor ever arrived anywhere looking like that? No. She made it a point to be late. She was even late for her funeral. So, in the interests of everyone you're meeting, running should be relegated to you’re late for a plane, train or bus (that you cannot catch the next one), or you’re running for sport (i.e. dressed to sweat).
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
life makes me miss you
I spent two hours on Sunday night being completely annoyed by Elizabeth Gilbert’s narcissism for a third time (read the book and another one of her books) while viewing the film version of Eat, Pray, Love. The scenery however, was not hard to look at. Hello James Franco and Javier Bardem. One thing stuck with me though. There’s a part where Julia is shacking up with James as her rebound man and they’re in some studio apartment in Brooklyn spending copious amounts of time together (probably due to being broke and living in such a small place) and he says to her, “You never give me a chance to miss you.”
Lately I don’t want a chance to miss him. I miss him all day when I’m at work and I miss him nights where we don’t sleep together. Sometimes we spend the entire 48 hours of the weekend together and I worry that maybe he’s bored or it’s too much, but it doesn’t seem like that at all. We can sit around doing nothing, but we’re doing nothing together and it feels so much better that way. I’m sure we’re still in what’s called the ‘honeymoon stage’ but it just seems to get better and better. I’m going to enjoy these rose tinted lenses for now. And luckily, life gives me a chance to miss him all the time.
Lately I don’t want a chance to miss him. I miss him all day when I’m at work and I miss him nights where we don’t sleep together. Sometimes we spend the entire 48 hours of the weekend together and I worry that maybe he’s bored or it’s too much, but it doesn’t seem like that at all. We can sit around doing nothing, but we’re doing nothing together and it feels so much better that way. I’m sure we’re still in what’s called the ‘honeymoon stage’ but it just seems to get better and better. I’m going to enjoy these rose tinted lenses for now. And luckily, life gives me a chance to miss him all the time.
Friday, March 18, 2011
bits
This is the best I've felt on March 18th for the last three years. I never expect to party that hard on St. Paddy's day for a few reasons; I'm not a bit Irish, it's during the week, and I don't like green beer. But somehow I always end up with a large guilt sprial the next day, unable to get out of bed. Calling in sick every March 18th really doesn't fly after a while.
Last night, was fun, random, with lots of memorable bits:
I met some guys in line, one was wearing a denim scarf, we got to talking while we waited together and he asked me for my number before he decided to quit waiting. He said he wanted to take me on a date. This is the first time this has happened since I've been with my guy, and I tried not to make it too awkward.
me: "Ummmmm, I don't think so"
him: "How come?"
me: "I've got a man, but we could go on a friend date?"
That was definitley not a good tactic either, because, understandably, my guy didn't like that at all. Maybe just one of those moments you don't share. Except now line dude is texting me. Dilemma ensues.
Then there was the guy with a dreadlock mowhawk. Yes. Just think on that for a while. It was epic. Who proposed to me on one knee while I was waiting at the bar for a drink. Him and his buddy thought I looked just like Michelle Pfeiffer. That tells me they're old.
Then my guy surprised me and showed up and told me he loved me. Even better, he brought me advil and orange juice this morning and made me pancakes while I was still sleeping. BOOM. Love that. I'm definitley a happy girl today.
Last night, was fun, random, with lots of memorable bits:
I met some guys in line, one was wearing a denim scarf, we got to talking while we waited together and he asked me for my number before he decided to quit waiting. He said he wanted to take me on a date. This is the first time this has happened since I've been with my guy, and I tried not to make it too awkward.
me: "Ummmmm, I don't think so"
him: "How come?"
me: "I've got a man, but we could go on a friend date?"
That was definitley not a good tactic either, because, understandably, my guy didn't like that at all. Maybe just one of those moments you don't share. Except now line dude is texting me. Dilemma ensues.
Then there was the guy with a dreadlock mowhawk. Yes. Just think on that for a while. It was epic. Who proposed to me on one knee while I was waiting at the bar for a drink. Him and his buddy thought I looked just like Michelle Pfeiffer. That tells me they're old.
Then my guy surprised me and showed up and told me he loved me. Even better, he brought me advil and orange juice this morning and made me pancakes while I was still sleeping. BOOM. Love that. I'm definitley a happy girl today.
Monday, February 14, 2011
blue valentine
Happy Valentines to all the lovers out there. I think I woke up on the wrong side of bed. Perhaps the expectation that you should be feeling happy on a day like today, or that I woke up and realized that my lover was thousands of kilometres away and I was alone in bed, wide awake at a ridiculous hour this morning that really got me going. Or, the colleague who chattered in my ear incessantly about benign items after he spurned an asinine media availability that I had to be his bitch for. Or, it could be the large amount of people asking stupid questions, perhaps due to being love struck-but unfortunately, not mute at the same time.
There are a few things that make me happy inside today (which unfortunately is not translating to my face, sacre bleu, this may cause some wrinkles if I don’t lighten up).
1. The thought of drinking wine and eating copious amounts of chocolate tonight---not because I need to, because I CAN, because that seems to be acceptable behaviour for Valentines Day.
2. Hot pink lace panties I bought as a V day gift for myself. Peeing is cheerful!
3. The red travel mug my parents got me for V day. It keeps my beverages cold or hot for up to 4 hours. Nerdy, I know, but really really awesome.
4. The Reese heart one of my co workers gave me at 9 am. I would have killed someone if not for the sugar fix.
I know it’s not much, but on a day like today, one must console oneself with the small pleasures in life. The big ones don’t always coincide with a day earmarked for lovers.
There are a few things that make me happy inside today (which unfortunately is not translating to my face, sacre bleu, this may cause some wrinkles if I don’t lighten up).
1. The thought of drinking wine and eating copious amounts of chocolate tonight---not because I need to, because I CAN, because that seems to be acceptable behaviour for Valentines Day.
2. Hot pink lace panties I bought as a V day gift for myself. Peeing is cheerful!
3. The red travel mug my parents got me for V day. It keeps my beverages cold or hot for up to 4 hours. Nerdy, I know, but really really awesome.
4. The Reese heart one of my co workers gave me at 9 am. I would have killed someone if not for the sugar fix.
I know it’s not much, but on a day like today, one must console oneself with the small pleasures in life. The big ones don’t always coincide with a day earmarked for lovers.
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