Breaking and Entering

We had a weird night at our place last night. It started out at 5:30 when I came home to our house W I D E open. Let me preface this by saying I live with the Lock Nazi. He locks our screen door, our deadbolt, and our bottom lock most days just to go to work. He even turns the alarm on when we go to the bar. So, when I rolled in yesterday and the door was not just unlocked, but open, I naturally assumed he was home. When a white fluffy dog didn't come attacking my legs, I realized the boy had taken the dog to get a hair cut. I walked outside just in case the next Jeffrey Dahmer was in my house. As it turns out, he had just forgotten to shut (and lock) the door. About a half hour later we decide to hit up the Greene Turtle near our house. We walk outside, I look at him and he looks at me, as to say "Who's driving?". And guess what? We locked both sets of keys in the house. Ironic, considering not too long ago anyone could've walk right in.

About two months ago I watch my neighbor hoist his (maybe) girlfriend through their upstairs window to get in their locked house. I figured he could be of assistance. As I'm chatting with him about our predicament, the boy takes his credit card, and no lie, is in our house within 45 seconds. 45 seconds! Greeeeat. It's safe to say we'll be using that alarm every day now. And I too will be joining the Lock Nazi ranks.

Oh did I mention, we went to sleep with my keys still in the door? Yep, this morning the boy discovered them swinging away in the door as he left to take the dog for a walk. Strange evening indeed.

Marriage Counseling

The boy insisted on getting married in a little white church. In order to get married in a little white church, we have to go through their marriage prep. To say I dreaded last Saturday would be an understatement. The last thing I wanted to do for 4 hours on a Saturday was sit in a room and listen to some man (or woman) preach to me about how to be a better catholic. I was shockingly surprised. While bible verses and scriptures were thrown in every now and then, it was basically about how to better communicate. The church lady was "normal" and her husband joined half way through and they gabbed about how much they fought about money in the beginning, chores, kids, etc. It wasn't terrible. And they gave us free coffee and pastries. This weekend is round two and the topics of discussion are sex and money. This should lead into one helluva blog post next week. Good times.

Short Hiatus

No, I didn't fall off the face of the Earth. I've just been uber busy with this silly little thing called life. Not that life is a real excuse, but I'm going with it.

I'm working late at least a couple days a week. I'm not complaining by any means as I am still enjoying happy hour as well! I've had another run in with the skin cancer. The boy said I looked like a stab victim with bandages all over my stomach. My stitches come out Friday and I couldn't be any happier.

The boy and I are still living amicably together in our house. We did have an unwelcome reptile slithering around outside, that is until the boy went out with shovel in hand. The squirmy little thing quickly disappeared. We've yet to see him or her again. Here's to hoping it's not in my house anywhere.

Life has thrown a recent curve ball that the boy and I are working through. Nothing to do with our relationship per se but more so the overall picture. But what is life if it doesn't involve constant change?? I'm intentionally being vague. More to come when we've separated the end pieces from the middle pieces. The puzzle is still a gigantic mess we're sorting through.

On a not-so-good note our softball team ended the season with a 25-4 loss in the playoffs. But for throwing a random team together, I should be grateful we made it to the playoffs!

All an all, life isn't half bad.

Congrats Christen

My best friend (who happens to live 2000 miles away) gave birth to her first child-- a babygirl on July 13, 2010 at 2:27 pm. At 7 lbs 12 ounces and 20.5 inches long she is one of the most adorable babies I've ever laid eyes on. I'm biting at the bullet to book my flight to Florida.

Congrats to the Ries family!!! Aunt Jess and Uncle M can't wait to spoil her!

Ps. C: do not expect me to get baby fever when we get there. you might as well prep yourself on having another before I pop one out :)

French Toast

The boy's brother, D, and his girlfriend came to visit this weekend. They had yet to see the new house and took advantage of D's 4 day vaca from work to sight see in Baltimore and visit us. We always talk up Blue Moon Cafe around our family. Mainly because it's that damn good. So this morning before they departed, we ventured to Blue Moon.

Blue Moon is about the size of my living room and has only a handful of tables, meaning there is no area to wait inside of the restaurant. We waited for about an hour, in the rain, before we were seated. We had just ordered drinks when in walks Duff, from Ace of Cakes. He walked right up to the owner and planted a big, long, wet one on her lips. Of course, the man who makes delicious cakes dates the chick who is known for the best breakfast in town. Match made in kitchen.

D is shitting his pants with excitement and plotting ways he can accidentally bump into Duff. At one point he even gets up to go to the "bathroom" just so he can walk by him. D begins "inconspicuously" taking pictures of Duff each time Duff gets up and walks to the kitchen. I mean, when you're doing the chick who owns the place, you can get any damn well thing you please out of the kitchen. After the third picture D tries to take, Duff takes out his phone and snaps a picture of D. Pure awesome. D's face turns an attractive shade of fire engine red.

Duff walks over and explains to us how he has an entire album of folks who have over the years covertly attempted to take his pic. He chit chats with us for a few minutes and then takes a real picture with D, that of course, went straight to facebook. Meanwhile, I'd love to see Duff's album...

He left right as our food was served and D could hardly manage to eat the Capt'n Crunch French Toast put in front of him. Now if only we could convince Duff to make the boy and I a wedding cake for something less than our first born.

Going Abroad

I was on hold with a mortgage company at work today so I typed in the address of a blog I like to read from time to time. I read through 2 or 3 posts and then clicked the 'Next Blog' button, browsing onto other blogs to pass away some idle time. I came across a couple, who after 50 years in the States, have packed up and moved to Africa. I'm not sure if they are missionaries, apart of a government program (and I suspect not), or if they just decided they needed a change of pace but whatever it is, I'm in awe.

At one point in my life I thought it would be "fun" to go to China to teach kids English or travel to an impoverished country and work at building a better life for the locals. Of course, college and internships and social activities and a "real job" consumed much of my time and that "thought" stayed just that, a thought.

So, I've decided that before the age of 30 I will make it my mission to turn that thought into action, to help improve the quality of life for those who haven't been afforded the same opportunities I have. And after revealing this ephiphany to a friend of mine, it looks like I may have some company on my travels.

Bathroom Humor

For the first 10 years of my relationship (yes, you read that right, 10) with the boy we pretended like we didn't fart or poop. We never shared bathroom humor jokes or anything of the such. When we moved in together all of that changed. Literally, overnight the boy forgot about every manner his mama ever taught him. Although, oddly enough he still shuts the bathroom door when he pees. I don't even remember the popping of the bathroom humor cherry. But I do know one day it was there and the next day it wasn't.

We now discuss bathroom habits, routines, lack of routines, and all kinds of disgusting crap I wish I didn't know or share mainly because that boundary has been crossed and frankly, there is no going back. So it makes this story that much better.

Last Fall the boy found himself in a terrible predicament. He got into a car accident, one that he was not responsible for and ended up getting cited for Driving on a Suspended Driver's License due to the MVA's failure to include an apartment number on his registration. Thankfully, I used to work at a law firm and my old boss agreed to represent him in Court for a small fee.

While waiting for the boy's case to be called we had the misfortune of listening to a REALLY old attorney read names of people requesting expungements. In the middle of litigating, the dude let out the loudest, longest far I've ever heard. The other attorney's in the room were trying to cover their full-on laughs, not giggles or snickers but straight up laughter. The Judge couldn't even pretend he didn't hear it.

So tonight when this old dude standing in front of me made more room in his stomach than 5 seconds earlier, I just looked at the boy and shook my head. I hope when we're 105 and still going out to dinner with one another we don't give a damn who hears us fart either.