09.26.08
Seconds Anyone?
As you may well know, Scott and I have been looking at houses and talking about buying one together. This is a fast move for me since we’ve only been dating for what will be a year on Thanksgiving Eve. However, I haven’t been complaining because I love the crazy man to death.
Anyways, we’ve been getting into the whole living together thing, and let me tell you, we are having a ball!! It’s like he never even had to go through that whole adaption period that plagues some couples. He’s been such a good boy that I’ve forgiven the stressed version of him (which is annoyingly scary btw). He’s show his gratitude by being home from work at decent hours and working with me to cook dinner. I’ve fallen into this relaxed domesticity that I’ve gotten to where I don’t bitch about having to clean up my messes. Who’s growing up?! *raises hand* That’d be me!
Well, the past few nights, after the dogs have been walked and are laying on our feet and we’re snuggled up in my… excuse me OUR *does a little jig*… bed, we’ve been talking (or holding meetings as I call it) where we discuss stuff or just talk about our day. Well, we’ve come to a realization after several nights of discussion… moving is bad for our relationship. I was the first one to suggest it while his mind was on a tangent that I will not mention, but he agreed heartily once I reminded him of me pushing him over to hit his head on the tv stand while he was being a lunatic over having to pay half a months rent. Yeah, I had to get violent with him a few times to make him see the light. And, NO, I don’t mean the literal light at the end of the tunnel. I would never go that far with Skippy. lol
So, I suggested we put off House-a-palooza 2008 and just focus on us. He said that palooza would be making a comeback in ‘09, and I punched him in the shoulder. He grinned, brought up the thought tangent as a matter of business for our meeting; I seconded the motion. I am such a dork! Hey, who said all that terminology you learn in college would go to waste? 
Who’s got raunchy maroon 5 songs stuck in their head? Me!…. and I like it! lol Have a great weekend! I’m off to have another meeting with my man
09.07.08
Like Putting A Man On the Moon
I’m sure NASA had less trouble out of Armstrong than I’ve had with Scott. We’ve been moving him into my apartment over the past two weeks, and well… he’s an asshole under pressure. He goes postal over some things and I just lean against the wall and let the temper tantrum fizzle out. Our roles have reversed somehow. It might be that since I’ve been exercising in the evenings again, I’ve become more mellowed out while he’s always wired about something. He’s a lot more spontaneous now. Just to give you a tiny, non-described, example, last week he picked me up for lunch and we went home (wink wink). I mean… OH MY GOD!!! It was crazy and made me feel like I was skipping school to make out behind the gym!
Anyway, his apartment is almost empty, and most of the garbage in the dumpster behind the apartment building is ours. He lived there 6 months maybe and accumulated more junk and stuff than I did in 4 years of college. I’m too exhausted to go running, but I must show discipline and go anyways.
I really hate that with all the stuff going on that I can’t remember to come on here ‘cuz I miss it every time I think about it, but then somebody calls me out of my office, or Scott finds a box of stuff under the couch (?) and I have to get off the computer. Scott even complains that I don’t reply to his IMs, and I’m like, “What?! I barely have time for voicemail, where do you find the time for IMs?”
On a darker note, I had a vist from Halley’s brother-in-law. My hands got cold and I swear I heard that evil witch cackle when he walked into the store. “Can we talk?” He asked sternly; I suppressed a shudder and nodded.
“Father Brother” as Halley tends to call him spent 30 frickin’ minutes lecturing me on the life choices I was making… until Jesse saved me with some hooha about a problem with an order. He made like he was going to keep going. I clenched my fist to keep from punching him in his G.D. condesceding, judgemental face and said, “Look, I know your married and extremely religious, but the day I take YOUR inexperienced advice is the day the Pope gets married and Clinton gets divorced.” The guy is almost 5 years younger than me!!
He shook his head and left, murmuring a prayer in Latin; he also might’ve called me a bitch, but I won’t go there. I didn’t tell Scott, and I really don’t plan to. I told Halley about it, and when she finished laughing, she promised to yell at Edward about it, who in turn who put the ever-lovin’ beatin’ on his little brother.
The male species in general, is flawed. I mean they judge, they jump to conclusions, and they tend to be hippocritical in the worst of times. However, they do have their uses, which Skippy has been making especially known…..
Oh lord, he just found something in the dryer that I really didn’t want him to find until his birthday… and he’s insisting I “shut the damn computer off” and show him a “VERY Happy Birthday.” What a horn dog!! LOL
