tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Kim’s coming to visit next weekend! YAY! I’m so excited.

I was kind of worried at first that I wouldn’t be able to successfully entertain her, since I have no desire to see the monuments anymore, and that’s all that out of town guests seem to want to do around here. Well that and museums, but I’m not really a museum person. Ah ha, then I remembered, Kim lived here! She has no more desire to go to those places than I do!

We booked spa treatments for Saturday which I’m so looking forward to. Slather salt on me and scrub me down! It reminds me of when went for an ‘all day’ spa day up in Bethesda. Spoiled ourselves rotten! But why don’t they serve wine at those places?!

When I was talking to her about what to do I realized there are so many things I want to do with her! Dinner at Sweetwater, dinner at our favorite sushi place, the spa, sitting around drinking wine and talking (ok, mostly that). Oh I also had this vision of us sipping wine, doing at-home pedicures, and then I realized that was probably because that’s what I did with my sister when I visited her in San Diego. And Kim is so like a sister to me. Almost more of a twin…..

And of course, she gets to meet Aaron. FINALLY. I was at Kim’s house in NJ the first time he called me….exactly 3 days after I met him, thank you very much. I let her listen to the message. I played it over so many times I still have it memorized, even though my stupid phone deleted it after two weeks.

I was in full-fledged panic attack having never really been in that situation before, and Kim calmly talked me through it. She told me to wait two weeks and let him sweat it out. He deserved it since he lived in Manassas Luckily for him I didn’t listen and IM’d him the very next day. I think she was disappointed in my lack of control, but it turned out all right in the end.

So I hope they get along

Yay for visits!

I was reading some threads in a message board this morning that reminded me about an incident when Buddy tried to kill me.

Aaron and I were laying in bed, watching tv. I was laying on his chest (shoulder really I guess), as per usual, and was just about falling asleep, also as per usual. Buddy came up and laid down on Aaron’s chest, right next to my face, completely blocking my view of the tv. I didn’t really mind since I was almost asleep anyway.

So I’m lying there with this big mass of fur in front of my face, eyes closed, when suddenly I feel this paw pressing up against my mouth.

I open my eyes, and Buddy is staring right into my eyes, paw firmly pressed against my lips.

He was trying to suffocate me! And he wanted to watch me die!

A little taken aback, I removed his paw from my mouth and went back to sleep. I was breathing through my nose anyway, so he didn’t really have any affect.

A few minutes later, I feel a paw pressing up against my nose! The damn cat figured out I wasn’t breathing through my mouth and went for my nose!! He was staring at me as if to say, “I’ve got you now!”

Aaron tried to tell me that Buddy just didn’t like my snoring, but I know better.

He was trying to kill me!

Is it any wonder that I love him so?

My Love

I came across this when I was putting together Aaron’s Valentine’s Day present. I wrote it for Kim during a tough time in her life. Not sure if I ever showed it to you before, Kim. Anyway, here it is.

i wish i had a cigarette
i could give you,
even though you
don’t smoke.
but i feel moments
like these require
the dignified silence
that comes right after
you take a drag, and
right before you slowly let it
all out.

Aaron and I spent the past 3 days hurtling down a mountain in Snowshoe. Finally, finally it snowed! And for days in a row! The powder was freaking amazing. We had the best time. It is so incredibly fun to go full speed down the slope. And, I didn’t hurt myself this time

One of the restaurants at the resort advertised a special Valentine’s Day prixe fixe dinner which sounded so good, but by the end of the day we were too tired to trek over there for dinner. We settled for a romantic candle lit dinner in which I think I preferred I keep rereading the card he gave me – so sweet.

The most stressful part of the weekend was trying to get there in the snow. My poor car got stuck going up 33 and I seriously thought we weren’t going to make it, or slide into a ditch, or down the mountain (ok, into the guardrail). Luckily a snow plow came by and saved us and we could follow his tracks for a while. Until he turned around at the Virginia border. Bastard! It took freaking forever to get there, going 30mph. We got stuck again almost at the top of Snowshoe, just a few short minutes from the resort. We turned around, then turned back up when a plow passed us. Saved again!

All in all, a fantastic weekend. I thought each day was the best day ever, until the next one came. Alright, I’ll stop gushing now. I’m just not used to dealing with all this happiness, all the time. Have to express it somehow!

Aaron and I have been tossing around the idea of getting into mountain biking. Mostly for the exercise, but also because we really enjoy being active together. (And I don’t mean like that, you pervs! Well I mean I do but not in this context. Moving on).

I’m very happy about this turn of events because it appears we inspire each other to try new things, and be more adventurous, and basically enjoy life more. I never thought I would really enjoy mountain biking before in my life, but now I really think I will. There’s a reason I never snowboarded before I met him. Inertia kept me down. I had no desire to do anything new. Now, it’s like I can’t stop. I want to do everything! I want to live, dammit, LIVE!!

This, of course, means I won’t be able to buy a super fast car ever. After all, ONE of our cars has to be able to handle our gear. I’m already thinking I’ll have to put a rack on my roof for our snowboards. Now maybe a bike rack. Oy. So he’ll have the super fast fun car, and I’ll have the slightly-luxurious-kind-of-fast 4 door with racks everywhere. I guess you can’t have everything.

But he better let me drive the M3!!

On a side note, I’ve officially entered S/M land in clothing. At least in some stores. Unfortunately, I’ve downsized in the Victoria’s Secret department as well.

Yep, can’t have everything.

Aaron and I went boarding yesterday in the hopes that most people would be at home watching the Superbowl. I think we were right. The roads, at least, were deserted. The mountain (Wisp) was pretty calm too.

No worries, we tivo’d the game. When we came home we skipped through all the game bits and just watched the commercials. What? You know you do it too.

My two favorite ones involved, surprisingly, random violence. The Michelob Ultra Amber one where the guy does a flying tackle on some girl in a touch football game – classic. Reminded me of Wedding Crashers a bit. And then the Sprint (I think) one where the guy says his phone has theft deterrant, and then whips the phone at his friend’s head. Twice. Absolutely hysterical. OH! And the MacGyver one!! Although, man, has he let himself go. But I loved it. I made Aaron rewind it so I could watch it again.

Good times.

I have this semi-flimsy theory I’ve been tossing around for a while now. It’s The Bell Curve of Jealousy Theory. (Pretty clever name, I think). I’ve had several conversations with female friends about this very same topic, and I think it holds up pretty well. I don’t think it applies to guys very much though.

Anyway, it’s relatively simple. It goes like this. When you first start dating someone, you’re kind of reserved, you aren’t emotionally invested in the person, so you really aren’t jealous at all. You can joke about your exes together and it doesn’t really affect you. Why would it? You’re not sure you are even going to really like this person after this week. You take everything in stride, and nothing bothers you.

Then you realize you really do like this person. Suddenly, everything changes. You take things personally. Your jealousy meter creeps up. Hearing about things that never used to bother you, suddenly do. You did what with whom?! You really like this person and you can’t help but feel shocked and apalled that they actually had a life before you.

Then, you both fall head over heels for each other. You’re in love. You know they’re here to stay. You’re on solid, comfortable ground. Nothing about their past bothers you anymore. You can hear about their exes again and not care. Why would you? They’re yours now. Nothing else matters. Who cares about anything that happened before you met each other? Not you. You only care about your future together. The past can go fcuk itself.

Well, that’s the gist of it anyway.

My friend Lisa and I started this tradition (ok, it was all her idea) when I think we both were single, and wanted to make sure we always got some sort of Valentine’s Day present, just to not feel left out or whatever. (I was perfectly ok with using it as an excuse to go drink with my single friends, but the thought was nice so I went along with it). Anyway we send each other a thong every year for VDay. The ugliest, tackiest, weirdest thong we can find. Just to, you know, put a smile on your face.

So I went to the Post Office today to mail off said thong. Actually, I bought 2 thongs since they were so cheap. Anyway, it was around lunchtime so the PO had a bunch of people in it.

As I reached into my purse to pull out the thongs, fold them, and stick them in the Priority Mail envelope, I suddenly realized that I was about to pull out two pairs of underwear and display them for all to see. Suddenly, I would be that weirdo everyone whispers about. Did you see that girl mailing UNDERWEAR to someone? Was it clean?

I stood there for a few seconds, hand in purse, wide-eyed, wondering how I could gracefully escape this situation.

I eventually settled on balling the two thongs up and concealing them in my tightly closed fist with my hand still in my purse, quickly transferring my closed fist to the envelope, shoving said fist deep into the envelope, and only then opening my hand to let them drop in, sight unseen. Now I realize this looked suspicious as well, but seemed a better alternative.

So Lisa, sorry that you are going to get wrinkled, balled up underwear for Valentine’s Day. It’s the thought that counts, right?!

(side note: why are they called ‘a pair’ of underwear?)

What is the most romantic way to spend Valentine’s Day, you ask? Dinner at an expensive restaurant? Perhaps. Cooking dinner at home together? Getting closer. But I say the best way is by spending the day together flying down a mountain on snowboards!

(Alright, so we obsess a little bit. It’s our right!)

Aaron and I booked our trip to Snowshoe for Valentine’s Day and I’m soooo excited. We have such a fun time boarding together, it’s insane. There’s no one I would rather go with. From cuddling on the chair lift (when we aren’t forced to share with strangers), to racing each other down the slope, to the hot tub at the end of the day, it’s completely exhilarating. Our room (really a condo) has a full kitchen so we can still do the romantic candlelit dinner thing as well.

It may not be ‘traditional’ but all I know is that when we’re boarding together I’m all smiles all day long. And you can’t beat that.

(Read his post for his snowboarding thoughts. Notice, as a guy, he centers more on the technicalities than the romance aspect. Ah, boys. What can you do?)