4th of July
Dave's mother Jennifer is in town for the 4th of July. She had to drive about 13 hours to get here from Oklahoma. Apparently she didn't take very good care of keeping hydrated on her way here, because the night she arrived, Dave's sister Becky calls us and begins her call with, "Now I don't want you to freak out when I tell you that I'm following Mom in an ambulance to the hospital." It seems that Jennifer vomited in her purse at dinner time before passing out at the restaurant. She's feeling better now, and she keeps a large water bottle with her at all times.
So last night as we were having dinner, my pregnant, non-amusing Mormon friend, Michelle, calls to say she'd like to do fireworks and a barbecue with Dave and I for the 4th. This sounds great to me, but I knew that Becky and Jennifer had a Barn Party to go to, and I knew that Dave wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. Oi. Now I like Becky, and I like Jennifer, and I'm glad we can get some time to see them, and I understand that it's important to spend time with family when they're in town for a short while. However, attending this Barn Party was really not high on my list of "To Dos." Reasons being:
-Of the 50 people present, I'll know 5.
-Much alcohol and drunkeness which I'm really not interested in.
-Loud raucous country music.
-Dancing in which I'll not get to participate because Dave won't dance.
-No fireworks.
-Smelly location.
-Won't be able to carry on a conversation due to loud raucous country music.
-Won't be able to hear for the next few days due to loud raucous country music.
-Grumpy Dave (that's just how he gets after prolonged exposure to large groups of people).
-I see Becky and Dave on a regular basis, so it's really only Jennifer whom I would need to go for.
So, I tell Michelle that Dave and I will talk about it and get back to her. After Becky and Jennifer leave, we have the Discussion. I'm pretty sure Dave was afraid I was going to start shouting or raging at him about what our plans for the 4th should be. But I just told him, "You are free to do whatever you want, and it will be fine with me, but I have no intention of attending the Barn Party. If you want to go and spend time with your mom and sister, you go right ahead, and I'll do barbecue and fireworks with Michelle and Gary." Dave says, "Kia, we're not spending the 4th apart, okay? We're going to spend it together. I want to spend time with mom and Becky, but since we probably wouldn't have a very good time at the party, so why don't we hang out with them Monday and then Tuesday we'll go see fireworks." And then he said, "You know, two years ago, or however long it's been since we started dating, I wouldn't have said anything to you about what I wanted. I'm glad we can talk."
Now you may be asking yourself "What is the point of this entry?" Or you may be asking yourself a more valid question like, "Why do there seem to be evil clowns lurking around every corner?" or "When are the space monkeys going to start attacking?" But whatever you're asking yourself, the point of my entry is this:
Quite a few people in public forums like to blog about how they're not in a relationship, or how they wish they were in one, or how relationships are dumb, or how boys suck, or how girls are hoes, or how feelings are stupid, etc. If you're one of those people, don't think I'm complaining or asking you to change the tenor of your topics, but just know that I like to blog about how I love the relationship I'm in, and how my husband-to-be is great, and how I think marriage is a beautiful and healthy idea. And while I realize that may not seem very interesting or newsworthy, or even popular, if you're Mel or Justin or Nicole or Morgan or Judy or T.J. or Alex or Lisa or Jenni or any other friend of mine in here, then you won't mind reading what I have to post because deep down you probably know that not everything you've ever posted has been exactly riveting, but you posted it all the same.
So thanks for reading, and Happy Fourth of July! Be sure to watch out for clowns and monkeys!
So last night as we were having dinner, my pregnant, non-amusing Mormon friend, Michelle, calls to say she'd like to do fireworks and a barbecue with Dave and I for the 4th. This sounds great to me, but I knew that Becky and Jennifer had a Barn Party to go to, and I knew that Dave wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. Oi. Now I like Becky, and I like Jennifer, and I'm glad we can get some time to see them, and I understand that it's important to spend time with family when they're in town for a short while. However, attending this Barn Party was really not high on my list of "To Dos." Reasons being:
-Of the 50 people present, I'll know 5.
-Much alcohol and drunkeness which I'm really not interested in.
-Loud raucous country music.
-Dancing in which I'll not get to participate because Dave won't dance.
-No fireworks.
-Smelly location.
-Won't be able to carry on a conversation due to loud raucous country music.
-Won't be able to hear for the next few days due to loud raucous country music.
-Grumpy Dave (that's just how he gets after prolonged exposure to large groups of people).
-I see Becky and Dave on a regular basis, so it's really only Jennifer whom I would need to go for.
So, I tell Michelle that Dave and I will talk about it and get back to her. After Becky and Jennifer leave, we have the Discussion. I'm pretty sure Dave was afraid I was going to start shouting or raging at him about what our plans for the 4th should be. But I just told him, "You are free to do whatever you want, and it will be fine with me, but I have no intention of attending the Barn Party. If you want to go and spend time with your mom and sister, you go right ahead, and I'll do barbecue and fireworks with Michelle and Gary." Dave says, "Kia, we're not spending the 4th apart, okay? We're going to spend it together. I want to spend time with mom and Becky, but since we probably wouldn't have a very good time at the party, so why don't we hang out with them Monday and then Tuesday we'll go see fireworks." And then he said, "You know, two years ago, or however long it's been since we started dating, I wouldn't have said anything to you about what I wanted. I'm glad we can talk."
Now you may be asking yourself "What is the point of this entry?" Or you may be asking yourself a more valid question like, "Why do there seem to be evil clowns lurking around every corner?" or "When are the space monkeys going to start attacking?" But whatever you're asking yourself, the point of my entry is this:
Quite a few people in public forums like to blog about how they're not in a relationship, or how they wish they were in one, or how relationships are dumb, or how boys suck, or how girls are hoes, or how feelings are stupid, etc. If you're one of those people, don't think I'm complaining or asking you to change the tenor of your topics, but just know that I like to blog about how I love the relationship I'm in, and how my husband-to-be is great, and how I think marriage is a beautiful and healthy idea. And while I realize that may not seem very interesting or newsworthy, or even popular, if you're Mel or Justin or Nicole or Morgan or Judy or T.J. or Alex or Lisa or Jenni or any other friend of mine in here, then you won't mind reading what I have to post because deep down you probably know that not everything you've ever posted has been exactly riveting, but you posted it all the same.
So thanks for reading, and Happy Fourth of July! Be sure to watch out for clowns and monkeys!