We had such a relaxing weekend and I hope you did, too! CJ had a playstation marathon and I caught up on some tv shows I missed and watched some Lifetime movies. I don't think he would ever admit this, not even to me - but I think he likes the Lifetime movies.
Our landlord put up a new light fixture outside our door (love it!) last Friday. I pointed it out to CJ before he got home so he would take notice. He then came in and said, "I like it. Is that what made you put that wreath up?" He is talking about a wreath that has been on the door for over three months. After a few moments of silence and me hoping that he was joking, I realized that he was serious. It's funny how he hasn't noticed a wreath on the front door that is practically in his face when he goes to open it, but can recall every time I have accidentally left the iron on. He does not remember me going over plans with him , but can tell you (with great detail) about every team member that plays - or has played for the Braves or Auburn. I love every bit of that weird man.
I've got myself in a predicament this week. I told CJ that I was going to dig up all the old bushes and weeds by our front door and put down mulch. I also told him I would have it done by the end of the week. I also can't stand the heat. I also do not want to go outside and do manual labor. I also thought if I got him excited about this project that he would want to be involved. I also meant by him being involved that he would do it and I would hand him a beer while he did it. I also think that he is getting a kick out of this. I also regret ever opening my mouth - but now there are bags of mulch on our front step and I have a boyfriend at home willing to call me out on not following through and most importantly wasting the mulch!
*Update - When we got home from work yesterday he asked me if I was going to get started. I hesitantly answered "yes." He then offered to dig up the bushes himself. It took him all of five minutes to do what would have taken me an hour or more. Once again, he exceeded my expectations. As an added bonus, the shoes that he ordered me came in as I was finishing spreading the mulch. Talk about a reward!
Until next time...
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
First blog...here it goes!
Hello blogger world. I've contemplated doing this for months and finally broke down. It seemed like a commitment and I don't do well with those very long before becoming increasingly bored. On the upside, I'm looking forward to being able to document our lives and I enjoy writing. I know that this time we have together right now will be something we'll enjoy looking back on and laughing about later.
Most of you reading this will probably be friends and family. Hello Mississippians! I highly doubt my life will become interesting enough for strangers to want to read - unless of course I become famous. Right now the only thing I'm known for is keeping a clean house.
The title of this blog is 'Margaritaville' because CJ and I have gone to the same Mexican restaurant for over two years every Friday night at 8pm unless we've been sick, on vacation, or had a prior commitment - which we probably complained about because we would miss our salsa and margaritas. We are creatures of habit. We also enjoy sushi every Sunday night - the same rolls of course. On Thursday nights I make homemade pizzas. I think that's enough repetitive behavior for me to list before you think we're a little off of our rockers. That's also enough talking about food for now.
A bit of a background on my three boys...CJ and I began dating almost three years ago and moved in together almost two years ago. When I moved in with him we lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment. We moved about a year ago to a town home up the road with much more space. Funny how we've already outgrown that "much more space" part. We hope to buy a house next year about this time and have fun things like counter space, grass and a garage. Dale is my overweight dog mixed with several varieties of only the best breeds. He is eight this month and came along with me when I moved in with CJ. Sometimes I think he likes CJ more than me, which is probably why I sneak him treats. I know the way to his heart is through his stomach. He is the funniest, best dog in the world. He does no tricks and I'm almost positive it's because he thinks tricks are beneath him. Or maybe he's lazy. I like the first one. We got our cat, Bill (or William) almost two years ago when he was five weeks old. He's never been around any animal other than Dale, so he has adopted his habits and we believe that he thinks he's a dog with an outstanding ability to jump. Bill is bossy, sweet, confused, scared, and might have a few screws loose upstairs.
I never believed in true love or soul mates until CJ. He is the most amazing, considerate, giving, funny, loving, understanding individual I've ever known. He inspires me and loves me. Loving him has been the most rewarding thing I've ever done for myself. I look at him and know that I am blessed and I will forever be grateful.
Ta-Ta for now!
Most of you reading this will probably be friends and family. Hello Mississippians! I highly doubt my life will become interesting enough for strangers to want to read - unless of course I become famous. Right now the only thing I'm known for is keeping a clean house.
The title of this blog is 'Margaritaville' because CJ and I have gone to the same Mexican restaurant for over two years every Friday night at 8pm unless we've been sick, on vacation, or had a prior commitment - which we probably complained about because we would miss our salsa and margaritas. We are creatures of habit. We also enjoy sushi every Sunday night - the same rolls of course. On Thursday nights I make homemade pizzas. I think that's enough repetitive behavior for me to list before you think we're a little off of our rockers. That's also enough talking about food for now.
A bit of a background on my three boys...CJ and I began dating almost three years ago and moved in together almost two years ago. When I moved in with him we lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment. We moved about a year ago to a town home up the road with much more space. Funny how we've already outgrown that "much more space" part. We hope to buy a house next year about this time and have fun things like counter space, grass and a garage. Dale is my overweight dog mixed with several varieties of only the best breeds. He is eight this month and came along with me when I moved in with CJ. Sometimes I think he likes CJ more than me, which is probably why I sneak him treats. I know the way to his heart is through his stomach. He is the funniest, best dog in the world. He does no tricks and I'm almost positive it's because he thinks tricks are beneath him. Or maybe he's lazy. I like the first one. We got our cat, Bill (or William) almost two years ago when he was five weeks old. He's never been around any animal other than Dale, so he has adopted his habits and we believe that he thinks he's a dog with an outstanding ability to jump. Bill is bossy, sweet, confused, scared, and might have a few screws loose upstairs.
I never believed in true love or soul mates until CJ. He is the most amazing, considerate, giving, funny, loving, understanding individual I've ever known. He inspires me and loves me. Loving him has been the most rewarding thing I've ever done for myself. I look at him and know that I am blessed and I will forever be grateful.
Ta-Ta for now!
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