Yesterday I wrote a pretty good post, full of descriptive detail and hilarious dialogue (true dialogue) from this sketchy interaction I had at Aldi last week. A glitch in the blogosphere deleted this carefully crafted piece of writing, and I did not feel like, nor did I have the time for, re-writing. It was about this seventyish-year-old man that hit on me so blatantly I could have scooped up the pickup lines with a shovel. Sick. Also pretty funny.
On June 2, I turn twenty-five, which in case you are not into elementary math, is a quarter (1/4) of a century. That's significant. I am working on a lengthy blog post that I believe will be pretty enjoyable, even useful. I may not post until then... we shall see how the wind blows.
5.18.2011
5.02.2011
two years in.
On Friday morning, I returned from an early (too early) cycling class at the gym at 7:00, and plopped down Indian style on the floor in front of the TV to watch Prince William and Princess Kate's recessional and presentation. When Mark got back from walking Sidney he found me there, sweaty and Indian style, and shook his head, laughed a little. He watched for a few minutes, then went to get ready for work. As we showered, drank coffee, read Bibles, we kept an eye on the royal parade through London, all the way up to the kiss on the balcony of Buckingham Palace. Mark was back in the guest room getting dressed, and I came in.
"Want to know something ridiculous?" I asked, leaning up against the door jam.
"What?" He was tucking in his shirt.
"Watching the wedding makes me feel really happy, like we are living in a world that still has fairy tales. But it also makes me sort of sad because I'm not a princess."
He laughed, gave me a kiss, and said, "You are."
When I got home from work after a very busy day, Mark was in the living room fixing a neon green wheel chair. I was rushing, because we were leaving soon thereafter to head to Wild Dunes near Charleston for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. I ran into the kitchen to deposit my lunch tupperware, keys, etc. and sitting on the counter was a beautiful bunch of gerber daisies and a pink rose, a sparkly wand, a bag of my favorite candy, and a HUGE card in a pink envelope. I opened it, and it was a Disney princess card, and on the inside said something like, "Who the heck cares about lousy old Kate. YOU are my princess!!"
It's kind of silly, but I nearly choked up because he knows me, and he understands my nuances and my childlike heart, and the fact that when I said that about the wedding earlier in the morning, even though it was borderline absurd, I meant it.
We headed out for the beach around three, and got in around nine after about an hour and a half of nasty Charlotte traffic and a stop for dinner at Panera in North Charleston. Dear friends lent us their condo at Wild Dunes for the weekend, free of charge, and it was a dream. We stayed up real late Friday night, consuming this:
Woke up early, walked, read, drank coffee, laughed, ran around the huge condo like a couple of twelve year olds, watched NHL highlights, lazed around on the beach, and made pancakes. I read Water for Elephants, cover to cover, for the second time because I never remember the details of books (embarrassing, as I write them.)
On Saturday night we went into the city of Charleston, saw one my oldest friends and consumed an unbelievable seafood dinner at Coast, thanks to the anniversary gift of my parents. For the occasion, Mark bought me these:
Thanks to a couple generous anniversary gift donations, most of our trip--the gas, the food, the extras--was paid for. It was an unbelievable surprise to be able to get away, to the beach no less, without stress - a weekend that was planned and drawn up on Thursday! Two days of unclouded sunshine, the familiar comfort of crashing waves, and uninterrupted facetime with my boyfriend was the perfect way to usher us into today...
May 2nd, 2011. Two year anniversary!
"Want to know something ridiculous?" I asked, leaning up against the door jam.
"What?" He was tucking in his shirt.
"Watching the wedding makes me feel really happy, like we are living in a world that still has fairy tales. But it also makes me sort of sad because I'm not a princess."
He laughed, gave me a kiss, and said, "You are."
When I got home from work after a very busy day, Mark was in the living room fixing a neon green wheel chair. I was rushing, because we were leaving soon thereafter to head to Wild Dunes near Charleston for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. I ran into the kitchen to deposit my lunch tupperware, keys, etc. and sitting on the counter was a beautiful bunch of gerber daisies and a pink rose, a sparkly wand, a bag of my favorite candy, and a HUGE card in a pink envelope. I opened it, and it was a Disney princess card, and on the inside said something like, "Who the heck cares about lousy old Kate. YOU are my princess!!"
It's kind of silly, but I nearly choked up because he knows me, and he understands my nuances and my childlike heart, and the fact that when I said that about the wedding earlier in the morning, even though it was borderline absurd, I meant it.
We headed out for the beach around three, and got in around nine after about an hour and a half of nasty Charlotte traffic and a stop for dinner at Panera in North Charleston. Dear friends lent us their condo at Wild Dunes for the weekend, free of charge, and it was a dream. We stayed up real late Friday night, consuming this:
Woke up early, walked, read, drank coffee, laughed, ran around the huge condo like a couple of twelve year olds, watched NHL highlights, lazed around on the beach, and made pancakes. I read Water for Elephants, cover to cover, for the second time because I never remember the details of books (embarrassing, as I write them.)
On Saturday night we went into the city of Charleston, saw one my oldest friends and consumed an unbelievable seafood dinner at Coast, thanks to the anniversary gift of my parents. For the occasion, Mark bought me these:
Thanks to a couple generous anniversary gift donations, most of our trip--the gas, the food, the extras--was paid for. It was an unbelievable surprise to be able to get away, to the beach no less, without stress - a weekend that was planned and drawn up on Thursday! Two days of unclouded sunshine, the familiar comfort of crashing waves, and uninterrupted facetime with my boyfriend was the perfect way to usher us into today...
May 2nd, 2011. Two year anniversary!
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