Friday, August 06, 2010

It's All Greek 2 Me...

I might need to start calling B1 "GP" for "Gus Portokalos". The reason is because like Gus, B1 seems to have a "cure all" for everything:

Gatorade.

Now I fully understand Gatorade's magical properties and that in some instances, it's a good choice. Like, for instance, when I had strep throat and couldn't stomach drinking water on an empty stomach but needed fluids. Or when, after 8 hours in the sun without food, I was dehydrated and had a migraine. These are all situations in which I would agree that perhaps a little extra help is good. And so I dutifully drank the sweet liquid (sometimes needing a little extra push from B1 to finish, but I digress...) and waited for it to work.

Here I have to admit, that I don't think as highly about Gatorade than B1 does. In fact, I probably would never buy it if other choices were available. Drinking too much of it actually tends to make me thirsty (probably due to the sodium content?) and makes my tongue feel thick and in a sugary coma. So naturally when B1 sent me a text message the day after the boat incident telling me to "drink lots of water-and oh-drink a Gatorade at lunch", I kind of* exclaimed, "Really with the Gatorade?!?"

But of course, I got one. Why? Because when I wrote back telling him I probably wouldn't get one, he wrote back insisting that I do. And I'm not really into lying to my B1 (and knew I'd have to when he asked if I drank one) so I stopped to pick up a smaller version of the mammoth bottle he made me drink the night before.

Days later (yesterday) my headache still remained. In a tired, painful rant I mentioned as much on Facebook...and don't you know, B1 replied that I drink a bottle of his favorite elixir. I laughed and realized that indeed, he thinks this stuff works like medicine. And I appreciate his coaxing and prodding because that means he really does love me and that he wants me to feel better. But really, it doesn't seem to work on me like it does on him.

Maybe I should put some Windex on it...

*OK. I didn't "kind of" exclaim that...I did exclaim that."

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Randomivity


I'm not having a good morning. For no reason, I feel like I want to cry. I guess just some days are like that.

No one likes a "know it all". Except when everybody does, and then I'm screwed.

Dr. B1 is a little bit more persistent than boyfriend B1.

B&N's Nook rocks and I'm so excited I have one of my own!!

I liked hearing "As long as you're wearing that dress, you can have anything you want."

Pooping in someones mouth is not cool-but having to pull over while driving because you're laughing about it is very, very cool.

Is it weird that I feel a sense of "I won" when a college friend says that I was her bestest friend in college on FB? When the other friend is friends with us too?

We're going camping next week. I'm really excited!

Sometimes, even when you know, you just don't.

I need to be let in. And when I'm not, it makes me sad.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

This Is Your Life...

There have been several moments over the last week in which I've stopped myself and thought, "How is this my life?" In the past, this question has always come to me in times of sorrow...wondering how I let myself be hurt by a particular type of man or by situations that could have been avoided.

But this time, the question comes to me because of happiness.

I know that I deserve to be happy and I know that I've probably paid my dues-and even probably paid extra dues for other people. But sometimes my life is so good and wonderful I just can't help wondering "How is this my life?"

I have friends here in Boston-friends who love me and care about me and who like spending time with me. They value my friendship. They want me to be around and most of them even tell me they miss me when I'm not. They come to dinner to celebrate my being born and they contact B1 in secret to tell him they made cupcakes to bring so they could sing happy birthday to me.

It's pretty amazing, and it's time like those which make me once again feel very at peace with my decision to move to Boston. It was calling me and somehow I just fit here. And it feels pretty damn good.

And then there's B1...oh, B1. I am amazed daily at the fact that this wonderful, smart, talented and hot man loves ME. He misses me when he's not with me and makes me drink water and Gatorade when I'm sick. He leaves me little notes, puts "Kiss B1" on to-do lists and tells me how pretty I am and how I make him feel. He wants to marry me. He wants to spend his life being in love with me. And I. Am. Amazed.

This weekend did a lot of fun things. Friday we went to dinner with a group of my friends to celebrate my birthday. He joked and laughed right along with everyone and genuinely liked being there. I didn't have to worry about him saying something I'd have to apologize for later or worry that someone wouldn't like him. We just fit so perfectly together that it astounds me that we existed separately before.

Saturday we did house stuff (he cut apart and put back together our box spring!) and Saturday night we went to see a play. He came to see a play with me. Without a fight. And he chose to do this over doing something that he undoubtedly would have enjoyed more. I'm special to him and he lets me know in 1000 different ways, every day.

Sunday we went sailing. B1 has a boat and up until now, I've not been able to go out with him. Life has been very busy and hectic for us lately and Saturday's (the day we both have off together) have been jammed with other things that needed to be done. But Sunday was a beautifully perfect day and I got to spend it with my B1 on his boat. We sailed into Boston Harbor and as we passed George's Island, I thought, "How is this my life?" Who would have thought that I'd be here, in this place, with this man...and how am I so lucky?

I don't know what the answer to that question is...but at this point, I don't really care. A prayer was answered and there he was...and who am I to question that?