08.19.08
Giving In But Not Giving Up
Don’t you hate it when you know your wrong, but you wanna try so hard to fight the good fight to come out on top?
Scott and I duked it out over pizza last night. I just couldn’t figure out why he wanted a house so bad to ruin our good run. I finally asked enough times that he yelled, “Maybe, just maybe, I figured that once we moved in together that you would realize the rightness I feel! Maybe, just maybe, I want to marry your stubborn ass!!”
I was so shell-shocked that a bite of pizza fell out of my mouth and into Georgia’s waiting chompers. With the pizza out of the way, I launched myself across the couch and threw my arms around his neck. Once he realized that I wasn’t trying to choke him out and that I was kissing him on his cropped short head, he laughed and we play-wrestled, which turned into real wrestling, and you can pretty much figure out where it went from there.
After we had gotten the “wrestling” out of the way, we snuggled up on the bed and looked at houses online. I set some ground rules that were non-negotiable. 1.) Not within walking distance of a church of any denomination, a synagogue, or any building that has anything to do with worship of any kind. (I used to live on the most walked street for the wanna-be converters… I was not nice or mercyful. I know my bible and my religion and don’t need anybody else to tell me what God says) 2.) No subdivision, suburbs, or organized gated community. 3.) Within 15-20 miles of my shop, which is on the edge of metro Atlanta to begin with.
His response: You’re no fun, but I can dig it. *shakes head* so cheesy 
We’re going house-hunting this weekend, and he’s officially moving out of his tiny, yet wonderfully decorated, apartment to my much bigger and cheaper (because I’ve been here longer and send the owner xmas and birthday foods) apartment. I feel shaky all the time because I’m afraid that we’ll fail at living together.
I am stuck on Band-aid brand, ‘cuz Band-aid’s stuck on me!!! Been in my head all day and thought I’d share the love!
08.17.08
The Mooch
You will never guess what Scott and I are considering!!!
No, the kid conversation is not on the table… Well, as you all may remember, Scott has been trying to get me interested in buying a house, and I wouldn’t be so vehemently adverse to the idea if it weren’t for all the houses that are in our combined price range are in either bad neighborhoods, near churches (I’m a christian just not so much an avid church goer), or in those Stepford neighborhoods like the one Halley lives in.
We’ve looked at a few small houses already, but I have extreme trouble agreeing with his choices. The little booger has been trying to slip me into liking houses in suburb-like neighborhoods. You know the ones with a husband, wife, two kids, and a golden retriever all in a three bedroom, two bath home with a picket fence and kiddy pool in the backyard. This idea gives me heart palpitations and a twitch in my eye.
The apartment has been very quiet the past few days because I refuse to apologize for hurting his feelings for not believing in the entire institute of domestic relatonships. It’s become a common argument among us to yell back and forth about how he wasn’t this mature when we met and how I wasn’t this skittish. It’s bullhockey, but what can you do when you get two VERY-stubborn people in the room together with very different needs. I think what causes most of my disagreement is that I’m afraid that he’ll quietly and slowly move me into the very things I don’t want…yet. He’s smooth and clever like that.
On a different note, I got a new car. It’s an ‘08 Chevy Impala Super Sport. Its in great shape, and I think I’m in love Scott and I actually agreed on something when I bought it. We agreed that if/when we moved, it would come in handy for both of us to commute together in a more gas-friendly vehicle. Plus, we were both wooed both the black color, the sigh-inducing comfort of the black interior, and the growl of the V8 engine. Even with our awkward status, he’s been driving it to work to save him money, which in turns saves me money, which is better for everybody in our building lol. He comes home smiling, except for when there’s traffic, since we both know how much Roxy loves to let loose and let the horses run free. I named her Roxy, but Scott named her Vicky. I’m leaning toward Roxy.
It’s my turn to drive!!!
