This weekend has gone really well for me. I've had a good time going to the movies with my guy and hanging out with friends and my mom - and trying to guess what my birthday present is. Although my birthday isn't for another FOUR months, my guy has already bought one of my gifts.
All I know about the gift is that it fits into a box (sized about 3' x 2' x 1'), it's pretty expensive (I consider expensive anything over $50, but I'm guessing that this has fallen into the range of between $100 and $300), my brother was with my guy when the present was bought (at Wal-Mart), my female cousin loved it when it was shown to her, and my guy's best friend and his wife now know what it is. Also, there is apparently going to be a small gathering when I'm given my gift which has been scheduled to be gifted to me around the 4th of July, two months early. My love says that he's giving it(them) to me two months early because of two reasons: one, we had planned to go to Gatlinburg that week, but now we won't be able to go due to money contrictions, and two: because last year my birthday gift came two months late. This is all I am allowed to know, and all that anyone has told me. I may be updating on this situation from time to time, since I'm so intrigued by what it could be. I have my guesses, but for now, I'm not going to post what they are.
On to the obnoxious chicks thing... we went to see the Pirates movie yesterday and though the movie was great, I was dissappointed with the experience at the theater all because of one girl that just had to sit next to me. She was about my age, it looked like, but she was so incredibly loud that it almost ruined the movie for me. She was apparently so easily amused that she was laughing at everything, whether it was funny or not. At times, she was the only one in the entire theater laughing. And it wasn't a little laugh either. It was a big, loud, boistrous laugh that rang through the entire theather above all the sword-fighting action noise - right into my ear drum. At the parts I wanted to laugh, my jolliness was cut short by the annoyance of her laughter. I had to plug my ear from time to time since the shrill pierced right into my ear drum. She was so distracting at parts, that I'm sure I will see new things when I'm finally able to watch the movie again.
In other news - i got new glasses - yay! They are extremely different from the ones I've had for about four or five years now - and they're purple! However, I have to go - like now - to get them adjusted. They are killing the behind my ears area by being just a bit too snug. I've actually been typing half of this blog without any help corercting my poor vision, so I spologize for any mis-spellings. I just can not take the pain any longer. Straight to the eye people - after my questions for you.
Questions: What was your worst movie going experience? And... what do you think my gift could be (please do not guess "ring" though - I've come to the conclusion that it's not)?
Showing posts with label The Boyfriend. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Mistaken Relations
Today, I have to blog about something both interesting and slightly disturbing that happened to my guy and I over my lunch break. We were paying a utility bill - scene: I was sitting in a chair across the desk from the teller with my guy standing behind me rubbing my neck. After the transaction was completed the teller acted like she wanted to say something but was having trouble finding the words.
Finally she pointed back and forth to both of us and asked "husband and wife?". As much as I would have like to have just said yes, I told the truth and shook my head no. She then proceeded to ask us if we were brother and sister then. OMG - NO!
That answer was nearly shouted by the both of us. We are still not sure why she would think that we were brother and sister after seeing him rub my neck the way he was doing. She told us that we resembled each other. We have been told that before even though neither of us see it. If it weren't for the fact that I don't want to post personal photos of anyone, including myself, on my blog, that would be the question I would have for you today.
The teller finally got the right combination of "boyfriend and girlfriend" right. But the baffled thoughts of our mistaken relationships had already done their damage for the day. Ten minutes later I had to force my beloved to "take the brother/sister thing and throw it out the window" since he wouldn't stop talking about how inappropriate the thought was, especially after the teller saw him rubbing my neck, and that even twenty generations ago our families were unlikely to be related, and so on and so forth.
Now that I have been mistaken both for my boyfriend's sister and years ago mistaken for my brother's wife (even more disturbing and grotesque), I ask you: have you ever been mistaken for a partner's sibling or a sibling's partner?
Finally she pointed back and forth to both of us and asked "husband and wife?". As much as I would have like to have just said yes, I told the truth and shook my head no. She then proceeded to ask us if we were brother and sister then. OMG - NO!
That answer was nearly shouted by the both of us. We are still not sure why she would think that we were brother and sister after seeing him rub my neck the way he was doing. She told us that we resembled each other. We have been told that before even though neither of us see it. If it weren't for the fact that I don't want to post personal photos of anyone, including myself, on my blog, that would be the question I would have for you today.
The teller finally got the right combination of "boyfriend and girlfriend" right. But the baffled thoughts of our mistaken relationships had already done their damage for the day. Ten minutes later I had to force my beloved to "take the brother/sister thing and throw it out the window" since he wouldn't stop talking about how inappropriate the thought was, especially after the teller saw him rubbing my neck, and that even twenty generations ago our families were unlikely to be related, and so on and so forth.
Now that I have been mistaken both for my boyfriend's sister and years ago mistaken for my brother's wife (even more disturbing and grotesque), I ask you: have you ever been mistaken for a partner's sibling or a sibling's partner?
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Mustache
Recently - this morning actually - my boyfriend decided that he wanted a change. That change involved shaving his beard into a lonely mustache. Normally, he will either wear a full beard or a goatee, both styles that I have come to love on him. This new style however, I am having difficulty with. Serious difficulty.
He would like to keep this mustache, for a reason that is unknown to me. Maybe because his mom says it makes him look like his dad and she likes it. Shouldn't my opinion count more though? I have agreed to let him keep it for today, but I honestly don't think I'll be able to get used to this change. All I have to say is that he better not shave my head in my sleep should I decide to shave his mustache in his, like he has threatened to do.
I should probably give you a reason I'm not so fond of the single mustache. Point blank, I think they are creepy. I haven't had many good experiences with any man who has had one. Plus, all the men that have mustaches are old (sorry men over 35 - I'm only 24, so that's old to me), and I also think that it makes my boyfriend look old. Back to the creepiness factor, I'll give you an example from just this morning:
I work in an office that receives packages and such that need to be signed for. One of the delivery men (who just happened to have a mustache) brought a package in to my office for me to sign for. I was standing at the time of this delivery, and bent over to sign the paper. I turned to the left, so as he wouldn't be looking down my shirt as I signed his form. Strange thing happened though - he walked around from the front of my desk to the side of my desk. The same side I was bent toward. Needless to say I straightened up really fast, but only one word needed now: creep.
I told my boyfriend what had happened, and he ever so rightly vowed to kick some delivery man butt, but also said that a mustache is not what makes the creep, it's the man that makes the creep. Though I agree with this statement, I can't help but to notice that creepy men in general are drawn toward the facial hair style of: mustache.
A picture was taken of my beau with his new hairstyle and that picture was shown around the office with one question: yes or no? Everyone said no. To be fair, I have only had the chance to show other females in my age range. Maybe a male would think different. We will see.
Though I would love to post a picture of my beloved and have you answer the question specifically about whether he should keep it or not, I am just going to ask this instead: What is your opinion on the lone mustache? (It would help if you provided your age and gender when commenting. I do believe there may be a generational/sex split.)
He would like to keep this mustache, for a reason that is unknown to me. Maybe because his mom says it makes him look like his dad and she likes it. Shouldn't my opinion count more though? I have agreed to let him keep it for today, but I honestly don't think I'll be able to get used to this change. All I have to say is that he better not shave my head in my sleep should I decide to shave his mustache in his, like he has threatened to do.
I should probably give you a reason I'm not so fond of the single mustache. Point blank, I think they are creepy. I haven't had many good experiences with any man who has had one. Plus, all the men that have mustaches are old (sorry men over 35 - I'm only 24, so that's old to me), and I also think that it makes my boyfriend look old. Back to the creepiness factor, I'll give you an example from just this morning:
I work in an office that receives packages and such that need to be signed for. One of the delivery men (who just happened to have a mustache) brought a package in to my office for me to sign for. I was standing at the time of this delivery, and bent over to sign the paper. I turned to the left, so as he wouldn't be looking down my shirt as I signed his form. Strange thing happened though - he walked around from the front of my desk to the side of my desk. The same side I was bent toward. Needless to say I straightened up really fast, but only one word needed now: creep.
I told my boyfriend what had happened, and he ever so rightly vowed to kick some delivery man butt, but also said that a mustache is not what makes the creep, it's the man that makes the creep. Though I agree with this statement, I can't help but to notice that creepy men in general are drawn toward the facial hair style of: mustache.
A picture was taken of my beau with his new hairstyle and that picture was shown around the office with one question: yes or no? Everyone said no. To be fair, I have only had the chance to show other females in my age range. Maybe a male would think different. We will see.
Though I would love to post a picture of my beloved and have you answer the question specifically about whether he should keep it or not, I am just going to ask this instead: What is your opinion on the lone mustache? (It would help if you provided your age and gender when commenting. I do believe there may be a generational/sex split.)
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