Would you like a screw or two?
May 30, 2007 -- 6:28 am
...Last night we went to Jake's talent show at school. He and his friend Sam did a juggling act. I was blown away. Jake juggles at home for me all the time, and I have seen snippets of his greatness here and there, but last night, watching him do his routine. He was about 3/4 of the way through his program and hadn't dropped a ball yet. I was SOOOOO impressed. And he was juggling to the beat of the music. And he had STYLE. Do you know how hard it is to have STYLE while juggling? Juggling as a rule is not horribly exciting until you start juggling 12 different things, the kitchen sink, and all of it on fire. But he moved around, walked, got on his knees, and again, all to the beat of the music. He was so intense too. When we got home Mike was just like, wow, I had no idea he was THAT good. I think the pressure of being on stage really uped his game. The boy has skills.
Getting back to the passion part and wanting adventure and memories, I asked Mike, I said, do you know what I am talking about? Remember the long summer nights that you and your friends would be out until 2 am just doing stupid shit. That night that you guys hid your car under piles of brush and your other carload of friends spent hours trying to find you in this game and you totally kicked their butts and won the game because they couldn't find you and finally caved. I want nights like that. Mike, being the practical one last night, pointed out that yes, he totally knows what I mean...but...we have kids. NO???? We do? You mean those short people wandering around the house are OUR responsibility? Say it isn't so!! You mean we can't just get up and leave in the middle of the night and hope they don't wake up needing something? I am restless. I want laughter and joy and trouble. Maybe I want a cop (not really) to knock on my van door and say, I'm sorry guys, but do you two know what time it is? And are you aware that your windows are fogged up? I want to go skinny dipping. I want to sneak into some restricted place and make love in strange places. I don't want to go to jail, but I want risk. I think Mike really understood what I was saying. Maybe his wheels are turning...
Before this post gets any longer, I wanted to finish my story about Brian. I told of our Spring Break kafuffle. Really, the next big thing after the whole spring break mess was my birthday. So, it was my birthday. I believe it was a Saturday, and the Seniors (he was a senior) were getting ready for graduation the next day. Yes, that was exactly it. Now, don't get me wrong, it's hard to have a birthday the day before all these seniors graduate. There were parents down that weekend, and everyone was stupid busy. But seriously, how hard is it to say, hey, quick happy birthday? Not hard. I didn't realize it at the time, and really, it was in poor taste, but he thought it would be cool to pretend like he had forgotten it was my birthday until 11:58. Even though his parents were down for the weekend, he and managed to spend a good deal of time together that day. Never once did he even let on that he rememebered it was my birthday. I don't even remember what we did that day, but I do remember that by 7 that evening I was completely in tears thinking that I truely was dating the biggest dick known to man. I was at my dorm with tears in my eyes, and my friend Kelsey saw me and saw that I was truely upset. She asked me what was wrong and when I told her that Brian had completely forgotten it was my birthday, she goes, well, my mom's here, lets go get ice cream. So I do remember that part of my birthday. Kelsey and a group of my girlfriends all took me out for ice cream. Well, it was about 11:30 when Brian called me and asked me to please meet him outside. He had flowers and a box all wrapped up. He said he was sorry he had blown me off all day, but that he really hadn't forgotten it was my birthday. He just wanted to wait until the 11th hour to surprise me. For the guys out there...DON'T DO THAT!! Trust me, by that time, I was so pissed off at him, I really didn't care about presents and flowers. And speaking of presents, this was rich. It was a neglige. And loose in the box were some really big screws. On the card, it asked me if I would like a screw or two. Well, we knew what HE WAS THINKING I NEEDED FOR MY BIRTHDAY. This wasn't too long after the spring break event, and trust me when I say, we had neither time nor place to get together to be screwing around. That was later to come. No pun intended. Not that that happened for me, but that is the next chapter in this saga. I was so disgusted with the gift, I just looked at him and said, "You know, this is just too little too late. I'm sorry. Thank you, but I am so pissed off at you right now, I'm going back to my room to spend the rest of this night with my girlfriends. GOODNIGHT!!"The next day, the day od his graduation, his parents and older brother and his entire family were all there. I pulled my head out of my ass for the day and was the perfect girlfriend. I dressed all up and did my hair and makeup and was just in the moment for him. I acted like nothing was wrong. By the end of the day, I was feeling better. Sometimes putting a smile on and being who you are can get you adjusted accordingly. We managed to make up that evening when he apologized yet again. I decided it was best just to forgive and move on. But the heart sometimes hangs on to these things. Talk about a crappy thing to pull.
Our next adventure? North Star Camp. More to come.
PS. Please listen to the words of the song I just put up. Google the lyrics. If we lose passion in life, then it's like food without salt. Bland. Boring. This is exactly what I was telling Mike last night. This is the zest I long for. This is the passion to have. I do not want to be content. I strive for more.Wedding Songs - April 16, 2008
Life Funnies - March 24, 2008
Life Funnies - March 24, 2008
Vacation and stuff - March 21, 2008
Our new house - March 11, 2008
