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Living with the Boy 9.5 months…

admin — Wed, 06 Oct 2010 20:52:14 +0000

Yes, it has been nine and half months since I moved in with the Boy. It’s been a great time. It really has. We laugh together all the time.

One funny…he has gotten into the habit of taking pictures with his cell phone, and emailing those to me…

You’d think that, but it’s not ‘that’…

He takes pictures of the little things I do that he finds amusing. Such as, if I leave a used Kleenex in the car. Or, if the buns leave a dropping on the floor, however, I am proud to say, he now picks it up and discards it. I once left some clothing on the floor in the hallway because I didn’t want to wake him by going back into the room. He’s sent a picture of all my shower products. I’ve received a picture to remind me that I forgot to replenish the toilet paper. It’s not that many and it makes me laugh, cause I know, it makes him smile having little signs of me throughout the house. Too sweet!

Today, I came home to this in my inbox.

"It looks like a womens shoe salesman exploded"

The romance of canoeing

admin — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 15:13:07 +0000

The Boy and I decided to travel to Lake Arthur for a day on the water. Me, “Can we rent a pontoon boat?” Him, “No, I was thinking we’d get some exercise.” I thought, “Okay – I’ve been slacking much in the way of exercise – canoe it is!”

You know in the movies how they paint the notion of how romantic it is to spend a summer afternoon in a canoe? The man is suppose to do all the rowing and strum on a guitar while singing, I thought…

Moraine rents the boats by the hour and you think, “That’s not enough time. This is going to be expensive.” Hold that thought the next time you go to rent a boat. If it doesn’t have a motor, you’ll be wondering why they don’t rent boats by the half hour.

As we paddle across the water, we admire the boats. I start talking about how I would like to have a sailboat and have my friend Roxy teach us. As we (he) rows, I point out, “Ooo, I like that one. No, I want this one. Wow, nix that! I want that one.” He crushes my dreaming with LOGIC, “Let’s take lessons first before purchasing anything.” I think, “That’s never going to happen – like, buying one will. ” slight princess-like attitude here>

The Boy and I still have our kid-like imaginations and start to play pirate, and pretend the fireflies are dragons and the water plants are sea monsters. Having fun at play he says, “Do you want to steer?” Mistake, “Sure,” I say. We pull over to this desolate Island where the wild things roam. We switch seats, and I realize that my can-o-pop (he bought) has tipped over and spilled in the boat. My kid-like imagination soon turns evil because my life jacket (I’m not even wearing) is sticky. slight princess-like attitude here>

As if I’m steering incorrectly, he says, “If you want to go right, then paddle on the right…” Before he could finish that statement, I immediately snap, “I know how to steer a boat.” He says, “Next time we are getting two kayaks and I’m going to watch you go in circles.” Playtime is over and we start to splash each other, I scream, “Stop it! I have a camera, but you don’t.”

Somehow we were on the other side of the lake when I realize that we have to paddle back. I say, “We should have gotten a pontoon boat.” He tries to use child psychology, “Let’s see how fast we can paddle to get to the other side…” So it works but only for a moment. I’m pooped saying, “How long have we been out here? WHAT! Only 40 minutes? Let’s go back. I’m done with boating on the lake.”

As we paddle back into port, I say to the Boy, “Stop paddling.” So of course he continues to paddle… We get closer to the ramp (filled with people watching us), I scream, “STOP PADDLING.” He says, “Why?” As we crash into another boat trying to look cool in front of all those people, he turns to give me an evil look as though it’s my fault. In attempts to cool me down, he gets me an ice cream. Still a little pissy, I flash him one last evil look before biting into it.

Happily Ever After…

Living with the Boy – Week 2

admin — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 22:56:38 +0000

The Boy has been on his own for most of his adult, peace-and-quiet, life. Gollum if you will…

Those of you who know me, I’m not a peace-and-quiet kind of girl. I’m all about noise, clutzey-grand entrance kind of things. Kramer if you will…

We mostly have dinner while watching the news – the news is one of his fav things to watch. Anywho, as we sit there eating and listening to the daily outcomes, I start being a chatty-kathy, and blah, blah, blah. He picks up the remote to pause, and tentativly listens. I stop for the time being. We watch more of the news. Chatty-kathy begins her song, he pauses then resumes. After a few times of this, I wonder to myself, “Why is the Boy’s forehead a little more crinkled than normal?” It dawns on me that I’m interrupting one of his fav moments. I’m cool with that because I wouldn’t want him to interrupt one of my moments. So, I make a mental note to Shhh during the news…

The next night, we’re eating dinner and listening to the nightly news….I think you know what happens.

Living with the Boy – Week 1

admin — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 22:53:41 +0000

I’ve done little things around the Boy’s place – adding my mark. Mostly moving things around in the kitchen. At work, I get a txt from him at home. BUT First, let me explain. I’m frugal – so when soap gets low in the pump, I add a little water, shack it, and ‘Wa, la’ I have a little more. Let’s face it, the bottom portion can’t get pumped up, and it’s wasted – I get my money’s worth with my cocktail of delution. His txt was, “You put water in the hand soap – didn’t you?” It was Mr R =P