Date Night

For the first few years of our relationship, we struggled a lot with making time for each other. We hung out a lot, and basically filled the cracks of our day with each other, but we never really focused on spending time together. It used to frustrate me so much that we never focused on spending time doing something together.

Lately we've gotten into the habit of spending Monday nights together. We go to movies, walk the dog, or do something just to get out and be together.

Only that's kind of failing. Tonight I got home, read, and decided to go to the gym. He went with me and we ignored each other for an hour, then came home, grabbed our laptops and turned on the TV.

Once spring comes, he'd better get ready, because there is no way in hell this will be an acceptable date night.

It's just more proof that winter hates me just as much as I hate it.

So Happy I Could Burst

Sometimes I think about what my plan for life was. I was going to work hard, go to grad school, play the field, and travel all the time. I was eventually going to settle down (as much as us nomads can "settle down") with somebody from another place, and we would learn each other's language and laugh at all the little misunderstandings we ran into.

Confession time: Sometimes, I'm really sad that my life didn't turn out that way. Usually it comes towards the end of winter, when I'm feeling as dreary as the weather.

And then, like spring, happiness comes creeping back around, bud by bud, dew drop by dew drop, and suddenly happiness is blooming again.

And there's rarely anything that can put words to how I feel, but right now this is pretty close: Sitting there in your pajamas & all the time in the world & if I could keep any moment it would be this: watching you & holding my breath with the wonder of it all.

If this bubble ever bursts and I'm left on my own, I hope I can still remember what it's like to feel this way.

One Ultimate Weekend

So, while I'm a social person, I'm not usually the type to cram my weekends full of things to do. I need to relax. I need to recoup.

But apparently I forgot ALL of that when I planned out this weekend! Holy crap.

Saturday:
8:45 (yes, on a weekend - sign number one I'm nuts): volunteer at local food bank.
1:00-ish: Go watch the Queen City Tune Up
5:00: Hat Tourney for Haiti
After that: Hopefully going uptown to party with the QCTU kids

Sunday:
SLEEP
1:00: Practice with Charlotte Women's Ultimate
SLEEP

Okay, maybe Sunday isn't so packed, but I'll have to recover sometime, right????

I am a God-awful blogger

I admit it. I'm a terrible blogger.

But for now, I'm going to blame this girl:



She's pretty fantastic, and she surprised M and me with a trip to visit us. She came on Monday, and had to leave on Friday morning to avoid getting stranded by Snowpocolypse 2010.

Also, I'm going to blame my horrible blogging on these guys:



Ezra's being a jerk and sitting on my lap, making it nearly impossible to type, while Bodhi is curled up next to me, pinning my arm to my side:



As you can tell, he's terrified that I'm going to get mad. But instead of getting mad, I just give up and cuddle.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.