This post also known as: Can you believe someone has put up with my shit for three years?
On St. Patrick’s Day, there are drunks and rainbows. And some little people… but that would fuck up this allegory. Let’s pretend that the holiday exploits little CATS, k?
In this path of life categorized as a relationship, two quarter-Irish people met on a day infamous for drinking and saw some rainbows. I still cannot believe I didn’t shave for, like, DAYS before that day either. One thing I will, oddly, always remember. Because, let’s be serious: I DIDN’T WANT TO DATE THIS PERSON. Something about him intrigued me. I’m pretty sure that I told him that on our first “official” date. There really wasn’t any courting period, other than me ignoring him and dating super assholes for eight months before I finally gave him a chance. First date, true story, he packed an overnight bag (how arrogant and appropriate, right?) and followed me back to my place. And with the exception of business travel, we’ve been on overnighters ever since.
Sappy-but-true, AB is my pot o’ gold at the end of all this dating-for-something adventure. I’ve never followed my head or the advice of others when it came to relationships. Perhaps that’s a small character flaw amidst many, many larger ones. But I never regret listening to my heart. No matter how many times I exclaimed, “FUCK THIS ASSHOLE!”
Yeah, FUCK THAT, because I’d rather be living my life like THIS again. Um, not. But seriously, that was the weekend before we started dating. He ended up at that bar with me. We made out. And then I made out with someone else. Winner.
That asshole — or Arrogant Bastard, as it were — has become my true life partner. Still an asshole, yes, and certainly arrogant, but I don’t love him any less because of it. Because that’s fucking love. And with love, you just roll your eyes a whole lot. He doesn’t just “put up with me,” he accepts me. Rainbows or not. Drunk or sober. Two cats or three. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD EVERYTHING IS LEAKING IN THIS HOUSE!!! Oh yes, even through all the nagging and ALL CAPS, that man knows how to love me…
and I love him right back.
We “officially” got into our community garden plot since returning from vacation and talked to the old owner about what’s already planted — and it comes pre-planted with a lot of useful items: asparagus, rhubarb, lots of berries and greens, among others. Oh, and some herbs! Rhubarb is already good for us to pull too, which I’m looking forward to using (mmmmm, rhubarb pie!). I’m hoping to get some potatoes, sprouts and maybe some carrots in the ground soon. I’ll wait another month or so to do tomatoes. What luck do you have growing vegetables in Pittsburgh? Regardless, this is so much more exciting than doing a CSA! I think.
ROLLER DERBY! Thanks to everyone who bought tickets — and can’t wait to watch this bout against Bleeding Heartland!
Saturday is also our anniversary. We won’t be able to do our yearly traditional dinner at Toast! But hopefully we can get in a nice couple date some time this week. SOME time around my crazy practice schedule.
Also, we’re finally buying some patio furniture (goodbye, trusty camping chair!). Which means it will probably rain or hail or snow for the next 30 days. Scott Harbaugh… I’m warning you. Working outside on my patio is my new favorite thing.
seven things, seven days:
1. I applied to go back to school. Pending turn-around time of my transcripts, it may/not be Fall admission.
2. The weather. THE WEATHER! What a wonderful thing to come home to. That, and the cats. Life = bliss.
3. Bocktown for Friday Happy Hour! I need to seriously nom on some french fries and BBQ.
4. Rudy the Cat seems to be his old self again. I woke up to his fat ass propped up atop the headboard. He didn’t last long like that. But his voice has changed since his cold. It’s so strange.
5. You know what else are strange? SQUIRRELS. Where the hell do they get all these random shelled peanuts? And why are they hiding them in my landscaping? Why do they chirp so loudly?
6. I’m pretty stoked to see one of my clients’ products in this month’s Women’s Health magazine.
7. Disappointed to realize that customs seems to have confiscated the hinged-head coconut “bank” from AB’s luggage that I wanted to use for a toilet paper holder in our Tiki-themed bathroom. WTH?! Not even a letter saying they went in the bags! Totally sad. It was such a rad idea. And it was carved with the words “Have fun!”
Our first-adopted turned three while we were on vacation (based on his estimated DOB documentation). So, we naturally celebrated when we came home, regardless of him feeling a bit under the weather. And that he has a surly disposition on party hats.
FANCY FEAST CAKE FOR EVERYBODY!
BUT NOT ON MARCH 14! Because tomorrow, you get both.
TOO BAD FOR YOU TRAVELING BOYFRIEND.
The male response to Valentine’s Day: Steak & a BJ Day
An extra-special “thank you” to friends and followers who donated. Our Bowl for Kids’ Sake team — the Big, Bad Bowling Bunch — raised over $800 for Big Brothers Big Sisters of Pittsburgh.
Bowling on Sunday was fun, but most of our team was sick (including me). An Eat n’ Park smiley cookie and a pitcher of dark pop gave to enough energy to happily bowl a 115 in my second game (first, I was in the low 70s). All things considered, not too shabby.
My donation page is still up — feel free to make a donation, if you haven’t already done so. And again, THANK YOU!