Mine All Mine
Sometimes I look at him and can't believe he's mine.
I can't believe someone so amazingly kind and passionate about everything in life is who I will spend the rest of my days with. I wonder how I ever found the person who is absolutely perfect for me, who, on a daily basis makes me laugh so hard I can't breathe, who is so much smarter than I am that I often have to pretend I understand what he's talking about.
I often look at him and can't fathom how someone was molded so perfectly, with that body and those eyes and those lips I can't stop kissing. And I wonder why he chose me when he had a whole world of women to choose from...wonder why he waited so long to choose so that fate had a chance to bring us together...wonder why I, above everyone else, got so lucky with this beautiful, breath-taking man.
And sometimes, when he gets this excited about Ninja Warrior, I wonder what the hell I'm getting myself into.
Can't Wait To Write The Vows!
Me : Are we going to say a little speech thing to each other when we do our champagne toast?
Him : What kind of speech thing?
Me : I dunno, maybe I could say, "I'm so glad I found you. You annoy the hell out of me. Cheers!"
Him : Ok! Then I'll say, "You have big boobs. I like that a lot. Cheers!"
My Sweet
"For it was not into my ear you whispered...but into my heart.
'Twas not my lips you kissed...but my soul."
- Judy Garland
"Twas not my affection you grabbed...but my big boobies."
- Chase
Reason #4329729238 I'm Marrying Him
I made a cake last week. A couple of days later, I came home and found this in the kitchen:
This marriage will NEVER be boring.
Maybe A 3rd Grader Would Understand Me Better
Me : What's under there?
Him : What?
Me : What's under there?
Him : What do you mean?
Me : What's?! Under?! THERE?!
Him : Under where?
Me : HA! You said underwear! It took you long enough.
Him : *blank stare*
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Me : Guess whut?
Him : Huh?
Me : No...guess whut?
Him : Whut?
Me : Chicken butt!! HA!
Him : Chicken butt what?
Me : No....just chicken butt. Like...guess whut chicken butt. Get it?
Him : Chicken butt what?
Me : Nothing! JUST CHICKEN BUTT!
Him : I don't understand this game.
Me : Stupid engineer brain. You ruin all my jokes.
I Can Read Him Like A Book
The following conversation happened while I was decorating cupcakes:
Him : Oooooh, can I decorate a cupcake?! I have an idea!!
Me : Sure.
*he starts drawing*
Me : Are you going to draw a boob?
Him (rolling his eyes) : Uhh....NO.
Me : Are you going to draw TWO boobs?
Him (handing me the cupcake) : YEP!
The cupcake has two big, red boobs on it. Hmmm...whodathunk?
I Got It All
Forget the big shiney ring..this is what REALLY makes me smile:
Stupid Can Sometimes Be Cute
A phone conversation with Mr.Tango tonight....
Me : I put Crash on the Netflix list. You HAVE to see that movie.
Him : Crash?? Ugh. I've heard that's such a racist movie.
Me : It's NOT racist. It's about racism.
Him : How can something be ABOUT racism without BEING racist?
Me : Schindler's List was about the Holocaust...it wasn't anti-jew.
Him : Tick tack. Whatever.
Me : Wait...tick tack? What does that mean?
Him : Just tick tack. Nevermind.
Me : Oh my god...did you mean touché??
Him : ..................No?
Me : YOU TOTALLY MEANT TOUCHÉ!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!
Him : Stop laughing so hard.
Me : This is SO going on my blog!
Him : That's not funny....stop giggling....
Cat. Bag. Out.
Hi, internets. Guess what?
No, you have to GUESS. You'll never guess.
I'm engaged.
WHAT!?
That's right, yo! I'M GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We've been vrrry vrrry busy in the beginning planning stages of this thing and we've already gotten a lot underway (SO much to tell you people!!!). I just couldn't say anything on this here blog because my brother reads this site sometimes and my family hasn't been told yet. (The ring is being custom-made and I still have 2 weeks before it's done...so we were waiting.)
BUT! The other night, my step mother's step mother (my step-step grandma??) called to congratulate me on the wedding. Uhhmmm...did I mention I hadn't told any of my family? She said my parents told her. GAH!
Sooooo. Huh. Everyone knows, but I didn't know they knew, and they don't know that I know they know.
Wait. What was that?
So yeah. I guess that cat is no longer in that bag. So much for "SURPRISE, DAD!!!" Heh.
So, hi!! I'm going to be Mrs.Tango on June 1, 2008!!!
WELL, who wants to come to a latin nightclub themed wedding? We'll have free mojitos and lots of salsa dancing!
Listen To Your Woman, Man!
While he was backing out of the driveway last week:
Me : Careful, you're getting kinda close to my car.
Him : No I'm not.
Me : You're totally going to hit my car.
Him : No I won't - watch this.
Me : Oh my god, you're SO close! Our mirrors are going to hit!!
Him : No they won't.
Me : THE MIRRORS ARE SCRAPING!!!
Him : No they're not.
Me : Stop. Look. You totally hit my mirror.
Him : No I didn't.
Me : Look!!!:
Him : OH CRAP!! I didn't think I was that close!!!
If I were mean, I'd have said HA! IN YOUR FACE! and done the Will & Grace "told ya so" dance....
....but I'm not mean. So I won't do anything like that.
Let Me Apologize In Advance...
Because if you're sick of seeing how charming a couple we are, you might want to just skip this post. Because this one might just make you vomit.
(look at those eyes!...*sigh*)
Look! He's Not Dead!
We're back from our roadtrip! We had an amazing time! We didn't kill each other!
I might kinda sorta like him.
We stayed on a ranch that ended up being much like a bed and breakfast. It was fantastic.
Mornings on the porch overlooking the acres if land, drinking coffee, reading the paper...sleeping in late and waking up to the smell of a cooked (free!) breakfast...afternoons playing around the city...evenings spent with our lovely, lovely friend, DISH Network.
Things couldn't have been more perfect.
Uh oh.
The Boyfriend pronounces it "NYOO-KYUH-LER" too.
Newk...Neuculer...Nuckoler...Nuke...Nuuucleer...Nuculer?
Liz Almighty
Remember that one post I wrote about not wanting to get married and have kids? Or, ok ,fine...maybe those 157 posts I wrote about not wanting to get married and have kids?
Well, sometimes when I'd write those, Liz would chime in and say something like, "oooh, you just wait until you meet the right person!" or "when I was 30, I wasn't thinking of marriage or kids either and look at me now!"
Damn that Liz person.
When I first realized that she might be a little tiny bit right, I bolted my ass to my therapist's office and said, in some sense, "WTF?!!?" I had big issue with the feelings I was having. If I didn't even know that I might want a family, what else didn't I know about myself?
Well, let me tell ya...I don't have the time it'd take to write all that down. Either way, I have to admit now that I was wrong. Wait until I find the right person, indeed.
I've had many relationships...the levels of seriousness going everywhere from a few dates to 7 years. And not once did I ever seriously consider marriage, and NEVER did I want kids. Until now. You know how people say, "you just KNOW" ? Yeah...I knew. And, boy howdy, let me tell you how confused and freaky I got about that fact.
Luckily, the tango dancer is also Mr.Communication, so we can and do talk about everything. All the time. In knowing him the last year, he's taught me more about myself than I ever could have imagined. I really don't think I could be luckier.
(That is, until I get him to vote Democrat...then I'll be the luckiest girl in the world!)
So yeah. You all need a shrine to The Great And Powerful Liz in your living rooms, like I do. She has some creepy powers, that one.
(edited to add : Hmmm. I just re-read this. I didn't mean to imply I'm ready for kids right now...or that we're even at a place to do so. Just meant that I can see it now because of who I'm with.)
(Yikes. I bet the boyfriend is going to hear about this one at work. Heh. Sorry, dear.)
Sickness
Me : Look at that, we just drove by the local Republican headquarters! Huh. Hey, maybe we should send them a mail bomb.
Him : Mail bomb? I send them a check every month!
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So yeah. That's what I've been living with. I shore do love that man.
SO!
Hi, how are you? My The Boyfriend's computer crashed. Like, dead. And it was totally my fault. I got some huge mound of viruses or spyware or something that wouldn't allow anything to work in any kind of functioning manner. So we had to wipe out Windows totally and restart. And now I'm back!
HI!
I just wanted to check in. And tell you I love you. And I miss you. And want you in the worst way. Now I'm off to see some arena football! WOOHOOOOOO!! Beer and nachos, here I come! (For The Boyfriend, I really meant Gatorade and Bible study. Loveyoubaby!)
Yeah. So, I'll talk to you guys later? *SMOOOOOCHES*
p.s. Hi to The Boyfriend's boss, who we just found out knows about and reads this here blog. Don't worry...I'll be sure to tell some super embarassing stuff about him soon.
He's A Romantic
Me : You're awesome.
Him : You're...right.
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Me (after he starts giving me an unprompted foot massage) : That's so sweet, honey. Thank you.
Him (after considering this for a second) : Wait. Now that we're in a relationship, isn't it time I STOP doing this stuff for you?
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Him : I have a game you can play.
Me : What kind of game?
Him : It's called 'clean my house.'
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Me (to a half-closed bathroom door) : What are you doing? Are you pooping?
Him : Maybe..... Do you wanna come watch me poop?
Me : Uhm. No thanks.
Him : Come on baby, it'll bring our relationship to a whole new level.
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I'm gonna marry this one. Jealous, ladies?
That Man 'O' Mine
Lately I've had several people asking about The Boyfriend. Mr.Tango. So I thought I'd share the story.
(Hi, honey. Sorry I'm writing about you on mah blawg. Now get over it.)
Let me first preface this by saying the reason I didn't start really talking about our relationship for awhile is because I didn't want to hurt my ex's feelings. However, now 1) The Boyfriend is too much a part of my life to NOT talk about him and 2) my ex probably couldn't care less about reading this blog. Also let me say that my new relationship wasn't the cause of the demise of the old relationship.
Now, moving on to the good stuff.
Hi. This is The Boyfriend. You may call him...The Boyfriend. Or Mr.Tango. Or The King...he seems to respond to that one quite well.
Goofy-looking monkey, isn't he?
We met in a dance class about a year ago. Remember when I started taking
swing classes? Yeppers, he was in that class (the good one...not the zombie one). And, no, The Boyfriend wasn't the boner boy I discussed in one post. Heh.
We danced really well together, so we started taking more classes as dance partners - salsa, tango, west coast swing. We spent a TON of time together, practicing a couple of times a week plus classes, and we became fast friends. We all (my ex included) eventually spent nearly everyday together because we got along so well.
To make a long story short, some time after my ex and I split, I told Mr.Tango, "You know. I'm single now. Maybe you should take me on a date." I kinda thought he'd run away because, um, I'm a heathen and pure evil and all.
But he didn't. He took me on a lovely date soon after and it just...made sense. It fit. Despite how different we thought we were - we had/have a LOT in common. He drives me insane and I'm a big pain in his ass. In other words, it's perfection.
We haven't been a couple for very long, but I already have a favorite memory that I think will be a favorite for the rest of my life:
Late one night, we were driving down a main road in Tulsa and there was a big pedestrian bridge over the street. He pulled off the road and we got up on the bridge and danced, just the two of us up there, quietly dancing the tango as the cars sped beneath us. It was just beautiful.
He makes me feel secure and loved and happy. He makes me laugh until it hurts. He makes me feel beautiful. He makes me think and care about the future for the first time in my life.
He makes me want to be a better person. And he makes me a better person.
And, more than anything else, he makes me roll my eyes and want to smack him upside the head.
*le sigh* Ain't love grand?
"Would someone PLEASE shut her up?!"
