Marcel, bring me the rice, come on. Bring me the rice. Come on. Good boy, good boy. Come here, gimme the rice. Thank you, good boy. Well, I see he’s finally mastered the difference between, “bring me the…” and “pee in the….”-Ross, Friends
I was so excited for Labor Day weekend to get here. I had grandiose plans of romantic dinners with Match, and relaxing evenings spent without a care in the world. Because of fire academy those didn’t happen. Also, I happen to be training for a half marathon (did I mention that?) and spent all day Sunday moaning in pain and recovering my knees after running 12 miles in two hours the previous day. Still, we managed to have a great weekend, until Monday, Match’s only day off. Continue reading A Lesson in Bladder Control→
Turk: OK! You know what bothers me? Every little thing with you becomes a BIG issue! You make MOUNTAINS out of MOLE HILLS!
Carla: When have I ever made a mountain out of a mole hill?
Carla: Turk! If you can’t remember to put the cap on the toothpaste, how are we going to raise our children?! You know what, I’m going to stay with my sister.
Match and I had our first fight. Well, it wasn’t so much a fight as a silly half argument mixed with grins, giggles, and the occasional tickle. But there were valid points, and I did raise my voice once or twice. This second half of the month Match has been working and going to fire academy, so I’ve been soaking up our time together. We’re also getting the apartment ready for him, and the old roommate is slowly moving out. Last weekend we loaded a bunch of Match’s kitchen stuff up and brought it to my place. While he was at school, I decided to be helpful and unpack his boxes. That is when I came across the most hideous coffee cup in the world. Continue reading The Battle Over the Ugly Mug→
People wonder if movies reflect real life. Hell yes, they do. I’ll tell you how. Both make it difficult for two people to find each other and fall in love. Think about it. All the barriers that get put in the way of romance which in movies is exactly the point. That’s what holds our interest for two hours. But in real life, love would hold our interest. Movies end when two people finally embrace, but that is exactly when life begins. Everyone is aching for magic. Everyone wants that moment in the third act when their eyes meet and the music swells, and they fall into their lover’s arms. But no one talks! No one connects anymore. Life is a very long movie, and everyone is stuck in the second act. This is what I wanna know…. why can’t we cut to the climax?! Why can’t we move right pass all the barriers and go straight to the part that everyone’s waiting for — the part where the guy gets the girl. -Trevor, Cupid
Friday Match and I went to dinner with a friend that he grew up with and his new bride. I don’t know them well enough to come up with clever nicknames, so I will call them Couple Wife and Couple Husband for the time being. Match and I have been wanting another couple to hang out with and these two are definitely it. Couple Wife is fantastic, she’s a complete hoot and so funny. Couple Husband is a bit on the quiet side, but he and Match get along so well and really riff off each other. In the first five minutes of meeting them, I could tell they approved of me. They’re expecting a baby in another 6 months or so, and they were teasing us about getting their baby a playmate. Continue reading My Life is a Movie→
Michael: What comes before anything? What have we always said is the most important thing?
George Michael: Breakfast.
George Michael: Family, right. I thought you meant of the things you eat.
Every since we met, Match and I have been all over each other like teenagers in love. So for our Friday date night, we decided to go where the teenagers go, and we headed to the local mini golf course. I managed to get two hole in ones (woot woot!) but still lost miserably. How is that possible?
The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don’t, but in the end they’re the people you always come home to. Sometimes it’s the family you’re born into and sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself.-Carrie, Sex and the City
Last week Match completed his summer job that kept him up late nights. I am so so happy it is done. As a kick off to his freedom, we went on a road trip to Oregon, to visit my parents.
We had the car loaded up with my dog, my parrot, and my Match. It was an 8 hour drive, but it flew by. Originally we were going to stay in a hotel, but after examining the seedy-they-should-charge-by-the-hour-sorry-excuse-for-motels along the way, we opted to drive all night. After a long day of work you would think 8 hours in the car would have been torture, but with Match it was actually fun. Continue reading There’s No Place Like Home→