he thinks i’m a stone fox
paul and i started dating our senior year in high school because someone caught us making out in the school parking lot.
well, that’s not the reason we started dating but it was the reason for claiming the “going out” status.
we thought we were being sneaky, waiting until our friends were gone from the parking lot before getting busy.
for the record, the only people who hang out in the high school parking lot after all activities and practices are finished, are couples rounding second base.
so once we saw that we had been seen, we laughed and then decided to make it official.
that night, once word got out, i got phone calls (because i had my own line, like all the cool kids) from people asking if paul and i were going out.
“yeah, we’re totally going out. it’s kinda been going on for a bit but we didn’t want to say anything.”
(you miss high school just reading this, don’t you?)
(me neither… except for the making out part because that was awesome.)
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tomorrow marks 6 years that paul and i have been married.
which means that we’re making out all weekend long.
it also means that we’re just a few short months from our 12 years of “going out.”
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usually when people ask how paul and i met or how long we’ve been french kissing, i tell them that our story is not that exciting.
“we’ve been together since high school…”
“ohmygosh, you’re high school sweethearts! aww!!!”
(eye roll)
“yeah, we’re boring like that.”
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truth is, we’re not boring. a lot has happened in the 12 years that we’ve been together, and especially in the 6 years that we’ve been married. our lives have taken us all sort of directions, weaving patterns that are unique to each of us individually, but always lead us back to each other, creating a colorful balance.
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one night, shortly after we started going out, paul and i were drinking cheap beer with some friends and lighting a bonfire on an empty property near my parent’s house.
paul and i took a walk in the dark, buzzed with love and beer bought with fake ids.
he kissed me.
it was totally romantic.
and i burped in his mouth.
he pulled away, laughed and asked, “did you just burp in my mouth?”
“no. you burped in my mouth.”
::shifty eyes::
::laughter::
then he went back to kissing me.
because that’s what you do when you’re head over heels in love with someone, right?
you kiss their burp breath.
and laugh about it.
you get busted making out and live through the gossip.
and laugh about it.
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i love my husband.
but i’m also so very much in love with my husband.
passionately and unapologetically in love.
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happy anniversary, my love.
you totally wanna make out now, don’tcha?
i know… i can see it in your eyes.
dear electric blue speedo wearing runner man
you’ve got some balls!
running at 8:18 in the morning, through a highly congested part of town on a week day, wearing only running shoes, socks and an electric blue speedo.
there was no where to even clip your ipod if you wanted to listen to some tunes during your run.
who doesn’t listen to music when they run?
my 2.5 year old now calls you “nuder runner man.”
when i told him to look out the window, he responded with “IT’S BLUE MOM!”
“yes my child. it is in deed blue.”
do you wear other colors on different days of the week?
perhaps a patterned speedo on weekends?
what about marathons?
5Ks?
where do you pin your number?
you’re sportin’ a good tan, electric blue speedo wearing runner man.
does that tan come with running sans clothes?
because if so, i’m totally taking up naked running.
my husband says you’ve been around these parts for years.
he would know because he’s totally old now.
do you know the west street walker?
he’s quite a character.
i could see you guys getting along well.
in our last locale, there was a guy who rode around on his unicycle wearing a pink speedo.
but it was a full body suit, hoodie included.
so that probably doesn’t count, right?
he had a nickname though… the pink man.
he liked riding the unicycle up to the window of starbucks and then banging on it and scaring the shit out of people.
i laughed… until he did it to me.
then i didn’t like him anymore.
i think he moved to arizona.
have you been to arizona?
me neither.
i bet you could get a righteous tan there.
my eyes fell out of my skull & tears keep flowing
if i added my tears to this cup of coffee, it may make the coffee better.
ya know… tears are magic and all.
except babies’ tears. those are not magical.
this coffee is really piss poor at best. the bagels are nice, so i remain at this coffee shop for a sesame seed treat and load it with cream cheese for extra comfort.
i need the comfort at this moment because i just read this post from one of the dudes in my life who makes me smile. like always.
do you have one of those people in your life? one that always makes you smile? like no matter what garbage is going on in your own life?
the earth could be undergoing the the facebook apocalypse and zombies who carry gerber daisies could be walking around threatening to spam you on twitter for the rest of your time on this earthling planet and you could be scared out of your gourd because ya know, what zombie carries around gerber daisies?
and then in that moment of total despair and zombie facebooking twitter craze, that dude makes you… smile.
(if you don’t have one of those people in your life, i highly suggest you find one. they make for fun blogging material and don’t mind it when you talk about how hairy they are.)
jason is my shorter, funnier, older, jewish brother from another mother. i read his post just now and totally got that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach like you get when an older sibling first leaves to go to college. except i don’t have an older sibling so i never experienced that feeling of when they first leave to go to college. except i kinda just experienced it now because i feel like i’m going to soil myself and my eyes sting a bit from the tears and there is now snot dripping into my piss poor coffee.
perhaps my coffee will taste better now…
jason assures me that all is well, better than ever in fact… he just needs to hit the do-over button.
so i’ll smile for my friend, be thankful that he is well and i know we’ll keep in touch because he likes to steal photos that i’ve taken of him off my facebook page. he also likes to secretly stalk my husband on his facebook page.
maybe he just wants to spend more time on facebook.
and maybe i’ll have go shop for a skull and crossbones bandana to wear around my head today in mourning.
day 5 “progress” (also titled: pass the tequila)
the pictures speak for themselves, right? i don’t need to add any commentary?
it’s apparent that absolutely nothing
has been accomplished in this domain
since our apartment was gutted last saturday?
ok good, because i’d rather spend time looking for my grey goose IV drip that is running out.
Have a Sip
