Monday, February 13, 2006
So the powers that be at my company blocked My Space. I can't get into from work, so I can't post my INXS review from the concert a couple of weeks ago...just yet. I have to go home first. I liked my review, and I want to repost it. I will at a later date.
Things have really changed on the romance-front. I am in a full blown relationship.
(I looked up some old blogs, and I called my now boyfriend "DJ Steeler" back in Oct 2005. He used to call me every Sunday during football season...that's where it "all began")
When I started to type this up last week, we were just embarking on the whole "boyfriend-girlfriend" title thing, which I vehemently was opposed to a couple of weeks ago ("I don't believe in titles" I said, haha!)...then I got vetoed and had to acquiesce. It wasn't because I had to give in, but I think I was just being cautious.
So this weekend, we said...you know. Those 3 words that Stevie Wonder wants to call you and tell you before he tells you that he cares.
Oh my God.
No, those aren't the words, smartass. I actually was made to submit (again, I was going to say it, but I put up a fight).
My boyfriend (Who's wha? Oh yeah, that would be mine...lol) was injured in a kickball game last Wednesday. On Thursday, I took him to urgent care and it turns out that it was a hyperextended muscle in his ankle (he said he heard a "pop" when he landed on his foot after trying to catch someone's throw, and was afraid he cracked a bone because he's injured his other ankle in a volleyball game in highschool).
Before we discovered the nature of the injury, he had to fill out the forms for the hospital and he put me as his "In case of emergency" person, to which he indicated my "relationship to the patient" as "girlfriend" and said, "Uh-oh...you are now a responsible party..."
That's not the best part...it actually gets better.
So on our way home after discovering the injury was minor and only required a brace to keep his ankle stable, along with some pain killers and anti-inflamatory medications to help keep the swelling and pain to a minimum, he said thank you for taking care of him. I said that it was absolutely no problem because "I would do this for anyone that I lov...uh...care about...you know, like my family and friends..."
It was too late. My boyfriend is very observant, and no amount of jabbering on my part could cover up what was already said.
Saturday night, he "cornered" me (I won't explain how, but I was unable to escape the question) and asked me to finish what I was going to say. At the time, I really wasn't sure what he meant...but I did know what we were about to say. I had said that I would only say it if he said it back, and he said that of course he would...and was actually waiting for the time that this would happen so he COULD say it. After much "deliberation" and resistance on my part, (not because I didn't want to say it, but because it really REALLY scared me to actually admit something I had known for awhile), I said it.
And he said it back.
OH MY GOD.
Things have really changed on the romance-front. I am in a full blown relationship.
(I looked up some old blogs, and I called my now boyfriend "DJ Steeler" back in Oct 2005. He used to call me every Sunday during football season...that's where it "all began")
When I started to type this up last week, we were just embarking on the whole "boyfriend-girlfriend" title thing, which I vehemently was opposed to a couple of weeks ago ("I don't believe in titles" I said, haha!)...then I got vetoed and had to acquiesce. It wasn't because I had to give in, but I think I was just being cautious.
So this weekend, we said...you know. Those 3 words that Stevie Wonder wants to call you and tell you before he tells you that he cares.
Oh my God.
No, those aren't the words, smartass. I actually was made to submit (again, I was going to say it, but I put up a fight).
My boyfriend (Who's wha? Oh yeah, that would be mine...lol) was injured in a kickball game last Wednesday. On Thursday, I took him to urgent care and it turns out that it was a hyperextended muscle in his ankle (he said he heard a "pop" when he landed on his foot after trying to catch someone's throw, and was afraid he cracked a bone because he's injured his other ankle in a volleyball game in highschool).
Before we discovered the nature of the injury, he had to fill out the forms for the hospital and he put me as his "In case of emergency" person, to which he indicated my "relationship to the patient" as "girlfriend" and said, "Uh-oh...you are now a responsible party..."
That's not the best part...it actually gets better.
So on our way home after discovering the injury was minor and only required a brace to keep his ankle stable, along with some pain killers and anti-inflamatory medications to help keep the swelling and pain to a minimum, he said thank you for taking care of him. I said that it was absolutely no problem because "I would do this for anyone that I lov...uh...care about...you know, like my family and friends..."
It was too late. My boyfriend is very observant, and no amount of jabbering on my part could cover up what was already said.
Saturday night, he "cornered" me (I won't explain how, but I was unable to escape the question) and asked me to finish what I was going to say. At the time, I really wasn't sure what he meant...but I did know what we were about to say. I had said that I would only say it if he said it back, and he said that of course he would...and was actually waiting for the time that this would happen so he COULD say it. After much "deliberation" and resistance on my part, (not because I didn't want to say it, but because it really REALLY scared me to actually admit something I had known for awhile), I said it.
And he said it back.
OH MY GOD.
