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A story in which I am the worst girlfriend ever.

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I’m at his place, sitting on the couch, snuggling up on a day where it seemed much better to snuggle than to venture outside. Snuggling is my very favorite activity and you would be hard pressed to persuade me into trying some other less wonderful pursuit once I have my heart set on snuggling. Anyways, I’m all snuggled up with my head on his chest thinking, surveying, taking the moment in… when it dawned on me that his mantle seems so very out-of-place. It’s just like me to go from “soaking it all in” to thinking about how I need a new bar of soap in the shower, and this was no different.

I take a few moments to study it, really look at all the angles and wonder what the contractors were thinking when they put it in.

For starters, it’s white. I can do white, I like white — its’ clean. But, wait, the rest of his condo is all natural with wood and stone and leather. White just is not manly enough to be in this condo and it doesn’t look natural here. Why are there so many intricate designs? Too many intricacies for this condo. The little turns, divets and angles just don’t go. They don’t go. Oh, and what is that weird indentation, that makes no sense. Who put that indentation on the front. It’s awfully big isn’t it. I mean the fireplace isn’t that big, why is it so long. Maybe if you cut the bottom 3″ off. Yeah, that would look nice.

I spend a while going over every little piece of the mantle — as you can probably tell — when I turn to him and mumble “I don’t like your mantle”. He asks why and in a semi more coherent (as in I can’t repeat the real mumblings of my brain because I don’t even think a seasoned psychiatrist could wade through those waters) I explain to him the above flaws with having that mantle in this condo. I dig myself a nice little hole, and he keeps asking me about certain aspects – what I would different… and the hole deepens. I’m now neck-deep in this little hole I dug myself. I bet you can guess where this is going.

He built the mantle and installed it himself.

Are you effing kidding me? 1.) I’m impressed beyond belief, beyond belief. 2.)I’m still neck-deep in cow shit for digging that big critical hole. 3.) There’s no recovering from this is there? 4.) Oh lord, I pray for short-term memory loss… I’ll even, um, give up eating mushrooms. Oh wait I already don’t eat mushrooms. DAMN IT.

I spent the next 20 minutes going over exactly how he built it, piece-by-piece. Why he chose each element. I have an appreciation for the mantle and an overwhelming sense of awe for the man that lets me love him and criticize his choices in fireplace ornamentation. And, I have to live with the fact that he would never criticize my mantel and that I’m the worst girlfriend ever.

Well hello, Monday.

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Perfect night for snuggling

I’ve been a little few and far between with my posting lately. Part of me thinks it’s because I’m gearing up for Nablopomo yet again and can’t waste it all in October and the other part of me is feeling entirely uninspired. It’s a cloudy day here in Colorado and it’s going to start raining in the next couple hours. I love rain. I love fall.

Christian’s out of town all week… that coupled with the cloudy weather and fogginess of Monday have me feeling a bit melancholy. I’ve got hot plans to roast a chicken with some veggies and whip up a pot of steamy mashed potatoes tonight for dinner. I can’t think of anything better.

I’ve got an exciting evening tomorrow with the Nuggets pre-season game, so I’m more than excited to slip into some sweats, snuggle up with Charles and the roomie and call it a night. Hope you have an equally perfect evening!

*Photo Credit: Visualpanic

The month of August.

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I can't handle the August birthdays.

Ok, people. Let’s pull it together now. Stop having all your baby-making sex in November. Why? Because if there is one more August birthday, I might just keel over and die.

I know that during the start of November it’s starting to get cold and that snuggling naked under the covers appears to make more sense than putting on a sweatshirt, but please, for the love of my waistline and my wallet, constrain yourselves.

Pleaseandthankyou.

P.S. And, yes, I know that having said that I’ve just cursed myself with a house full of babies born in August when the time is right. Damn it.

*Photo Credit: ex animø

A little something I learned this weekend.

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It’s June. The middle of June, but it seems that mother nature has failed to get this memo. So, in order to move things on I have written a brief letter on behalf of myself and all of those in Colorado:

Dear Mother Nature,

Get with the freaking picture and work on summer and summer like temperatures.

Thankyouverymuch,

Megan and the rest of the state of Colorado

Why I cannot live in the rain.

And back to our regularly scheduled programming: For as long as I can remember I have loved rain. I love the smell, the sound, the laziness, the everything that is rain. I always thought I was meant for the pacific northwest. I knew I needed to live in Seattle or Portland or somewhere else where rain was the primary weather. I thought if only it rained every single day that I would be infinitely happy. Well, that entire thought process, that was years in the making, changed drastically this weekend.

The weather this past weekend, well really the past 4-5 days has included rain/constant drizzle, fog, gray skies, temperatures in the 40′s and overall gloomy weather. This is not how it is supposed to be in Colorado, in June. For the freaking record.

I have since devised the top 10 reasons that I cannot live in a constantly rainy climate, all learned this weekend:

1.) Productivity will be 0. My mind will be completely and utterly occupied with thoughts of hot chocolate, fireplaces and good books. Day dreaming would hit an entirely new level.

2.) Weekends, what weekends? I will spend the entire weekend wanting to nap or snuggle. Because, after all the rain is perfect for napping and snuggling and doing absolutely nothing.

3.) I will go broke. Why you ask? Because movies are also perfect for rainy weather and I will spend my non-existent fortune on going to movies and buying cheesy chick flicks to watch from my bed. While drinking hot chocolate. Note: Starbucks bill will also increase due to hot chocolate consumption.

4.) I will get fat. See #1 and #3 for my activity levels and hot chocolate consumption which will be considerable contributors to my weight gain. But the major issue will be all the comfort food (mac n’ cheese, cake, potato soup) that I will make “because it’s rainy and I deserve it”. Who said curves and flub aren’t sexy.

5.) I will have to shave my head. My hair, here in CO, lives in a state of straight. I blow dry it straight and it more or less obediently behaves the rest of the day. However, with even the slightest hint of moisture, rain or humidity the waves break themselves out of their straightened ways and create a hodge  podge of trailer mess on top of my head. So I’d have to shave my head to accommodate.

6.) I’ll never look fashionable. Sweat pants are required on rainy days, which have their merits. Attractiveness is not one of them. Also, trying on clothes when it’s cold and rainy? Not going to happen. Just get used to the sweatpants, there isn’t any other option.

7.) I will become a hermit. If traffic in Seattle/Portland/Other rainy cities is anything like Denver in the rain I wouldn’t handle it very well. There would be tears and shaken fists. After a few months I would most likely decide that traveling about isn’t worth my effort and hole up to watch movies in bed wearing sweat pants. Never leaving.

8.) I would become a drunk. Turns out that rain can make a girl like me feel a little down. Maybe it’s all that time to really sit and think and dwell and wonder. And then realize that life is full of all sort of complexities and that those complexities would be easier understood with a glass or two or three of red wine. Everyday. In the rain.

9.) My insurance would drop me. I’m a klutz and I fall, trip, slip and run into things on quite the regular basis. Now add slippery, wet conditions to my life and I’d become a regular resident of the local hospital. But, casts/stitches/bruising is really not all that appealing given my fear of needles and other pointy, stabby, broken things. After the incessant medical bills my insurance company would provide a tidy break-up letter.

10.) I’m out of ideas. So #10 is dedicated to my sad realization that I am not meant for rain. I’m also not meant for tiny swim suits. What?!? They are both water related.

So that’s what I learned. I have high hopes for the sunshine and high temperatures that are “predicted” for the coming week. Come on Mother Nature, I can only handle so many of your weather shenanigans.