Category Archives: relationships

Meeting the Family

After almost a year and a half of meeting only an uncle, I am finally meeting the family. Full scale! Sister, cousins, grandparents, babies, dad! Yikes! Is there a protocol for this? Am I suppose to come armed with presents or something? It’s been years since I have done this. I’m having a mini freakout.

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In Case of Emergency

At what point is your mother supposed to stop being your emergency contact list? THAT is the question of the day.

Here’s the deal, I’m not married or engaged but I am living with my boyfriend and we have a fantastic relationship. I don’t see it ending anytime soon. I don’t see it ending ever. I trust him completely and I know he would drop everything to be there for me. So why did I list my mom as my emergency contact when I signed up for the gym? Oh, did I mention that our apartment is about five minutes away from my gym and my mom is about an hour away? Yup, still listed my mother! Oh and my mom is also listed in my phone as ICE Mom.

I can’t help it, I freak out. I am a worst-case-scenario type of girl. I mean, WHAT IF we did break up and then I had a slip and fall at the gym and the trainers needed to call someone? Can you imagine that phone call. “Hey, this is Adam from BT Fitness, Amy just knocked herself the eff out and we need to know where we should take her.” The former bf, “I don’t give a rat’s ass, let her die!” Or something like that. I mean, even if we did break up (I HATE typing that) the former bf would probably be super sweet, but then I would be worried that he might get sad to get a call about me! Years ago I got an email from the apartment complex where I used to live with my ex, except it was addressed to his new girlfriend who had moved in the second I moved out. That was fun. No one should ever have to go through that!

I did take a big step a few weeks ago, though, and I think I might have evened out my karma. I had to renew my license and I used the address of the apartment my bf and I live! “Well, it is where you live,” was the smart response I got when I told bf what I was doing. Yes, but it’s a commitment. That license does not expire until 2016. 2016!! I will be 34. Ho.Ly. Crap. That is a long time. I think I am having palpitations. I have to go now, I need to call the DMV!

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First Timer

One of my favorite things about being in a (long-term [in parenthesis here because I am still not sure if 16 months constitutes long-term status, but for me it does!]) relationship is being there for the first time someone experiences/does something. And, I’m not talking about sexy-time firsts, I mean everyday things that one person has always done.

For example, Shaggy had never tried gnocchi before meeting me. I’ll let that sink in for a minute… I know, right?! Lucky for me he likes it because it’s my go-to cooking staple when I don’t feel like putting too much effort into dinner. He also had never tried red velvet, but he’s not a fan so I pretend he has still never tried it. I mean, who can be with a man who doesn’t like red velvet. I know I can’t, so blinders are definitely in order!

Before Shaggy. I had no idea there was a difference between Indy and NASCAR, now it’s something I correct people on all the time. Truth be told, I actually enjoy watching racing and I have had fun at almost all the races I have been “dragged” to. I’m all about statistics and strategy and racing satisfies that side of my brain…plus, some of the drivers are little pint-sized hotties!

One thing does make me a little sad though. I don’t regret anything in my life because it all led me to where I am now (blah blah blah), but it would have been pretty great if Shaggy would have been the first guy I lived with. I’m his first and sometimes I wish I hadn’t had the other experience since this one is so great. But, the flip side of the coin is that my past epic fail has taught me to really appreciate what a great roommate the current BF is. Oh and I got my sweet doggy out of my past relationship. Plus, does it REALLY count if it only last three months (yeah, that’s how dysfunctional it was!)?? Still, it’s something that occasionally crosses my mind…

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