Another Monday...
Well today wasn't an exceptionally terrible Monday like most tend to be. I had to be into work a little bit early for gymnastics practice, but then i got to take off early too once they were FINALLY done. This meant enough time to go to lunch with Dan before he had to be to work at 5. That's always nice....being able to go out as a couple when it's light outside. How exciting! We went to this lebanese place. I really like that he encourages me to try new kinds of food. I've always been a picky eater and haven't really ventured too far from the the "typical" foods, but he eats lots of exotic things that I would never have tried otherwise. He's thrown me into this complete love affair with mangos...my new favorite fruit! He's good for me. We had a shaving cream fight last night...it was a blast. I love being goofy with him.
I think we're really working through a lot of this junk...I know people reading this would say that we just go back and forth. And to a certain extent we do, but I guess that's just how we do it. We're working through these things...it just takes some time. He drives me nuts sometimes, yes, but more often than not when I look at him I'm blown away as I think about how fantastic it is that I met this man. There's a moment when we're falling asleep at night when I have him in my arms and I can not help but completely melt as I think about how much I care about him. Those are the moments when I know that this is real. Yes, we have some issues that we need to work through. But we're doing our best. Time, patience, understanding and communication. That's the ticket.
I'm excited to get home this weekend even if it's only for a few days. I'm excited to have my family meet Dan. I know they'll like him. I love being proud of him. I love introducing him to people as my boyfriend.....eeek..it honestly still creeps me out to use that word for some juvenile reason. That's me!
I've been having some interesting childhood memories lately.....3 primarily:
#1: When I was little and my parents would tuck me in they always had to make sure that EVERY SINGLE one of my stuffed animals that I slept with (and there were MANY) were under the covers, but still able to breath with their head above the covers. If I woke up in the middle of the night and they were on the floor or under the covers unable to breath I woudl lose it.
#2: I personified most everything when I was little (I still do this to many things)...but anyway...I had a feeling that my Cheerios were alive and were continuously having a contest to see who could get eaten first. Being the considerate child that I was I hated the thought of any of the Cheerios being sad so I would INHALE my Cheerios so that none of them felt left out or "lost" the contest to be eaten first.
#3: I was forced to watch Star Wars multiple times when I was little (thanks Cass!). As a result I developed a particular liking for Chewbacca (sp?) -- the huge hairy guy -- anyway. Well we had a large wooden chest that we kept in our living room. We used it to put blankets in as well as a coffee table-type thing. The top was on hinges and could be lifted to get to the blankets on the inside. Well for one reason or another I was convinced that Chewy was INSIDE this chest. I'm not exactly sure why I thought he would choose to live in a chest in Two RIvers, Wisconsin, but none the less I did. I would spend countless hours with a flashlight and a small nut pick (the thing you use when you eat walnuts out of the shell) and try to pick Chewy out of the chest. I never once just opened up the top to see if he was in there. Ijust remained dedicated to getting him out through the key-hole. I don't know when I stopped.....no..I am not still looking for Chewy..you can all rest easy.
As I think about these things it helps me to realize what great parents I had. They never told me that Cheerios didn't have feelings or that Chewy clearly was NOT inside the chest. Some may say that this may have contributed to many of my current psychosis, but I think otherwise. I think they were just great parents letting their child have an imagination. I like thinking about my childhood.....that's a relaxing feeling.
Time to go.....nite nite.
*MUAH*