Grrrrr and I left for work at the same time this morning. He, on his way to the airport to pick up one of his colleagues, and me, on the way to the office. I was doing my usual flipping through the radiosearching for some interesting talk or possibly something to dance-drive to (yes, Im one of those people who sometimes dances and sings while driving, sue me).
So Im shoulder-shaking and thinking all is right with the world, when I hear a funny noise. I turn off the radio and notice that its not the drum beat or the bass linethat thumping noise must be my tire. And the shimmying is not just my upper torso anymore! And by the time I put on my hazard lights and make my way to the shoulder of the highway, theres smoke billowing out of the back of my ride. And ugh. The smell.
I finally make it to a safe stop, trembling and fumbling for my phone, when I look in the rear view mirror and see flashing lights its the Courtesy Patrol headed my way! And like angels from auto heaven, they swept off my tire and put the spare on lickety-split, and in no time I was thanking them and back on my way to the officenot even late (well, much anyway).
What a beautiful way to start a morning.
The Fourth was fuuuuun!
Kicked it off with a special red-white-and-blue morning workout at the gym. They did some kind of instructor tag-team (three instructors), making it basically three classes for the price of one. By the time the class was over, I was red in the face, white knuckling the hand weights, and my knees were getting the blues from all of the squatting! Gooood stuff.
I came home to find Grrrrrr had picked up the ingredients for an amazing patriotic breakfastwe made pancakes topped with strawberries, blueberries, and whipped cream!! Ohhhhh the joy!
And then capped our day by going to Marias for a 4th of July barbequecomplete with Marias unbelievable cooking (grilled sausage and pepper thingies, pastas, salads, sandwiches, dips, bread, spreads, desserts, etc. etc. etc.) oh man. Sooooo full! And then fireworks! Id missed the fireworks at the loft party where we live because I was busy trying to find some rooftop-appropriate shoes that Ally could wear (my friend came over wearing stilettosa no-no for the old, leaky rooftopby the time wed gotten back to the roof, the fireworks were over). Last nights show was spectacular! My first Fourth of July with my darling fiancé.
Is it weird that Im sort of glad that my honey is not the biggest social butterfly at parties? He is happy to sit on the sidelines and people watch. And Im pretty happy to hang back with him although he does allow me to mix and mingle when I please. He doesnt like me flirting (which Im really conscious of nowI wasnt before), but he doesnt mind me flitting around here and there with my buds. And Im happy knowing hes not slinking off into dark corners to smoke up with the boys or to ogle big-breasted women. And yes, you know Ive dated men who would do that quite openly. I may be slightly paranoid, but I get it honestly.
Ive been reading the book, How to Improve Your Marriage Without Talking About It and yeah, well, I dont know. In certain ways I think the book has made me so hyperfocused on us and not talking about us. I get that the book talks about the subconscious gender roles that we all play, and there are some great points that Im taking to heart, but I guess Im not doing this very well, and to be quite honest, The Grrrrrrrr wants to talk about things that are going on between us and hell, the book is talking about how men naturally withdraw when women push them to talk, so WTF? Maybe we have a backwards relationship? I dont know. I just know (Ive said it before and Ill say it a million times over!) that I want this thing to work. And he does too. And if we go about it in our own weird way (with little tiffs around each and every corner) and we can still make it work, then .thats good, right?!
Wow. Did any of that make sense?
The Grrrrrr and I were asked by one of our photographer neighbors if we would pose for a project hes working on about people who live in our building. I was surprised that Grrrr was so into it, seeing as hes kind of self conscious about stuff like that. But he agreed, and we went to our session. But we were both kind of grumbly at each other at the time, and I wonder if the photos will pick that up? I have a feeling they will. I still cant wait to see them.
Yes, were weird. But guess what? Tomorrow marks ONE YEAR. We met a year ago tomorrow. And things have been so unbelievable since. Were going out of town to celebrate! I love him so.
What do you get a guy for the one-year anniversary of the day that you met? Hmmmm.
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