As of Late...

Damn, I have been slacking. It's funny how when life is good, my blog suffers. Not that I am wishing for anything to happen just so I can write about it. Anyway, I'll spare the gory details and give you the short update.



My relationship is great. Our parents have started hounding us about getting married and giving them grandbabies. Boo has started joking about getting me a cubic zirconia ring. And in turn, I started joking about how the ring symbolizes how much he really loves me and is willing to spend on me. That, and my uncanny ability to differentiate CZ from a real diamond, even though I'm not sure I could really tell. Have you seen CZ rings these days? Amazing. I better find a good jeweler and/or appraiser.



I started taking a self-defense class with Boo and a couple of our friends. It's basically a solid hour of high-intensity cardio mixed in with some self-defense technique. I thought the 30-Day Shred was hard. This is a total ass kicking. I've been doing it for about three months now and I am still waking up with sore muscles...muscles I didn't know I had. It is loads of fun though and I'm hoping to tone up a little bit, if not just negate all the beer consumed on the weekends.



Speaking of beer, Boo and I threw our 1st Annual Red, White & Booze party on the 4th of July. We're trying to make it a tradition, so I designed and ordered t-shirts for the occasion. We had a great time with all our friends. It only took us seven hours to float two kegs, and then we had to go get more beer at the store. I just don't understand why I can't lose weight.



For my birthday, Boo bought us a trip to Maine at the end of this month. It's my 10-year high school reunion and I want to show Boo my hometown. I haven't been to visit in a few years, so I am looking forward to it. I also can't wait to wreck some fresh lobsters...the one Maine staple I hated growing up, but love now that I've moved away. Hopefully, Mother Nature gets her act together so it will be nice, sunny weather rather than the cold, rainy weather everyone has been bitching about. And maybe on our tour of Bar Harbor, we can seek out some nice wedding venues! Hehe.

We are also planning a cruise at the end of August. Another couple we know invited us to go on a 4-night cruise, and since I've never been on one, I convinced Boo to go. I need to get my passport renewed since we'll be stopping in Cozumel, and that'll set me back about $100. I also will probably need to stop eating crap and drinking beer so I don't look like a beached whale in my bikini. Damn it.

The end!

Things My Boyfriend Does: Part 3

Friday night, I went out to dinner with a couple of girlfriends while Boo enjoyed some time with his buddy at a bar close to the house. Around 10pm, my friend Meg and I were headed to my house so she could drop me off. As we rounded a corner, she pointed and asked "Is that Boo?" I took a better a look at a guy running on the side of the road. "Yes...what the hell is he doing?" is all I could reply. We turned around and pulled over in front of him. I stuck my head out the window and yelled his name. He waved and ran right by us. Having an idea where he was headed, we turned around and drove to the bar he had been at. Sure enough, his car was there.

To make a long story short, his buddy left Boo at the bar. Later, he got kicked out for being a dick. No surprise there. He called our friend Anne thinking it was me. She picked him up and gave him a ride home. After sitting at home, he realized he didn't want his car to sit at the bar. So he ran the 1.5 miles to get it. I told him I was upset that he didn't call me first, and that he had planned to drive his car home. He then tried to pick a fight, so I went to bed.

Just another day in the life...

O Hai! Let's pretend!

Now that Boo and I are creeping up on our two year anniversary, people keep asking when we are getting married. By people, I mean mostly his mom and mine, but an occasional friend or relative will throw it out there as well. To tell you the truth, I'm kinda wondering too. And not in the I-need-to-be-married-by-thirty-or-I-will-turn-into-a-crazy-cat-lady way. I wonder where to get married, and what kind of dress I will wear, and the theme of the reception, and if I should design the invitations myself. So, despite not having a ring on my finger yet, I joined TheKnot.com.

Let me tell you...it's glorious! Thus far, I've probably wasted about ten hours browsing. There's just one problem. When you sign up, they ask for the date and location of your wedding. They obviously haven't catered to hopeful girlfriends yet. That said, I just picked a random date five years from now and I picked Maine knowing I could go back and edit details when the time came (secretly wishing it would be sooner rather than much later!).

Fast forward to yesterday...Boo left me a pile of my mail on the counter. Rifling through it, I saw there was an envelope from a New Hampshire inn. Curious, I opened it first and the first line of the letter said "Congrats on your engagement!" I laughed and ripped it up. The next piece I pulled out was a postcard for a photographer in Maine. It too said "Congrats on your engagement!" This time, instead of laughing, I stared in horror. Oh crap. Boo had to have seen that. I could envision the blood draining from his face realizing that I already have us practically married in my head. So much for dropping hints! I was blatantly rubbing it in his face!

When Boo got home, I had to do some damage control. I mentioned the postcard congratulating us on our engagement. I lightheartedly explained to Boo that my wedding planner "friend" (however imaginary) recommended a website to check out and when I signed up I had to put in a wedding date so I made one up. And now we're engaged on the internet! Hehe. Funny, right!? Please tell me it's funny! All he said was "Oh. I didn't even see it." And that was that. I'm pretty sure he still thinks I'm cuckoo, but that might have more to do with my drunken antics than our fictional engagement.

Write This Down

Today is a day that will go down in history. My boyfriend brought me flowers. Why is this a big deal you ask? Well, Boo doesn't believe in throwing money away to buy flowers when they die within a few days. His logic is silly because he has no problem pissing money away buying drinks for everyone at the bar. In any event, he would rather display his affection in other ways, like farting on me, or ramming me from behind when I'm trying to make dinner.

Anyway, they were giving flowers away last night where he was having a business dinner. Although he didn't even have to pay for them, he did think of me and brought me four red roses. I was sleeping by the time he got home last night and he was gone before I was awake this morning, so he left them on the counter for me to find.

Like Mom always said, "It's the thought that counts."

Things My Boyfriend Does: Part 2

This was my boyfriend last night. But instead of a house, it was his car. And it didn't fall on him, he crawled under it. At 1am.

We went out for Thirsty Thursday and had a few too many pitchers of beer. When we got home, Boo decided to pee in the bushes because apparently the toilet was just too far. I went inside to change and went back out to check on him and his longest pee ever. He was nowhere to be found. I walked behind his car and almost tripped on his feet which were sticking out from underneath it. I grabbed his feet and asked what he was doing under the car. He didn't know. How he got under there, I will never know because it took him a good five minutes to inch his way back out.

This is not unlike the time Boo hid in the dark behind the bedroom door with toothpaste dripping down his chin (drunk, obviously). I couldn't find him for ten minutes until I caught a glimpse of his watch glowing in the dark. When I asked him what he was doing, he didn't know. And then he fell asleep. Standing up.

He's precious.

The Dark Side

I went to the dark side this weekend. There were no cookies...just me and my inner demons fighting to get out. Of course, alcohol was the catalyst and Boo was the punching bag...



I'm still having trust issues stemming from a couple incidents that occurred well over six months ago. In both cases, in my mind, a line was crossed; in his mind, it wasn't a big deal. I've been stewing over it for months, although Boo and I have discussed it several times. Each time, he's assured me nothing shady went on, and he would never cross the line into being unfaithful. After each discussion, I emerged feeling confident I could move on and let it go. Then Boo would do something as insignificant as coming home late from martial arts class, and I would start stewing again. Logically, I know I am being stupid, but my past tells me that it's possible.

Saturday, our crew went camping for the night. Our group included three couples and three single girls. Boo has always had a penchant for flirting, which only bothers me when he ignores me. I'm not sure what transpired because we had been doing keg stands for an hour, but I got upset with Boo because he was flirting with all the single girls. We went into the tent where we had an hour long, intense argument over my jealousy issues. I cried, he yelled...it wasn't pretty. At one point, Boo almost walked out and walked away from us. He told me there was nothing left for him to say. He has assured me many times that he's not a prick and would never betray me, and I never believe him 100%. At that moment, I knew I was pushing him away and it had to stop. I apologized, and we agreed to let the past be the past, and move forward.

Now the rest is up to me. I've got to push past this black cloud of doubt that I've allowed to hang over our relationship for so long. I can't let past deceptions dictate what will happen in the future. I have to put 100% of my trust in Boo or we will never work. And I'm willing to do what it takes, because what we have is too good to let die.

Couch to 5k?

With the help of a little peer pressure, I've agreed to run my first 5k. Three of my girl friends are runners and they asked me to join them for the race and a concert afterward. The things is, I'm not a runner. I kind of hate running. I have been working out since vowing to for my New Year's resolution, but I'm nowhere near 5k shape. I could probably eke out a mile without stopping, but we're talking just over three miles. Most runners I know can pound out a mile in or around six minutes. The best mile I ever did was in eight minutes when I was sixteen. If I can keep up a ten minute mile, I might be in decent shape. I think 30 minutes for a 5k sounds reasonable for a beginner, no? I just don't want to be the loser dragging herself over the finish line after an hour.