THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE
Yeah that was cheesy. Get over it. I think it's interesting because of the one's I've seen, it asks some pretty straightforward questions without being silly, and since I don't get any feedback back from you guys really (Seriously. I thought that I put out my email [ stumblersparadise@gmail.com ]. Use it) so it's a chance to put some stuff on the blog that I haven't necessarily screened. It may get interesting.
Day 1 of the 30 Day Challenge: "Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is."
Well there's always at least four days attached to your love life, so its good to get at least one out of the way pretty quick.
Well I quickly discovered this week that I can type a whole bunch on this subject. I sent a document to a friend that was 3,030 words long basically detailing just a few days of my relationship with Kate. Roughly three thousand words, and three days. Logorrhea at it's finest I suppose, although he still has the leg up on me. I can't say anyone has ever sent me 11,764 words detailing four days of their life before. But this isn't about him. It's about Kate. Knowing things like this, he'll come up later.
Well, Kate. Things between Kate and I tend to go pretty well. We may have a serious discussion once in a blue moon, but we really haven't had the first fight yet and we're almost three months in. That kinda scares me a little because I know I'm pretty hard-headed, and in some ways she reminds me of me, so if she has that characteristic, it could get ugly. It's one of those things I have no idea what we'd fight about, but there's some sort of lingering fear I guess. It's not a rational fear like I feel I really have something to be worried about, but I'm just worried about it.
Like I'm worried about her heart condition. Pacemaker surgery is pretty easy nowadays, since you get the surgery and get sent home same-day, but the most dangerous part of that surgery is when they destroy the part of your heart that makes it tick since they're putting in a artificial thingamajig that does it. Which means for a few seconds you are clinically dead. I've tossed the idea around in my head of watching that surgery, but that comes down to IF they'll allow me to observe, and IF it happens. I'd be more comfortable with things if healing rained down from heaven and I never had to worry about it again. (And you thought my readers were limited to people that live in huts. Pish posh). Once again, this is one of those deals that's not really worth worrying about until a surgery is scheduled, but yet. . .
But let's talk about a few positives shall we? What can I brag on. . . Ah yes. The dancer. I was spotted playing the air drums in my car to a little At the Drive In, and I got a text about it and how silly it looked cuz I was really into it and all. Same goes for air guitar, air mic, and air instruments in general. I'm a musician, I find myself doing musical things at random. She is a dancer. She does toe points. It's hilarious because she freaks out about it, but I think it's awesome. It's kinda cool really.
I think its funny that everyone at work keeps going "Ben, yor gurl iz prittee" (I'm no good at Onomatopoeia, ok?). Really, once you sit down and think about it, its kinda insulting. OF COURSE SHE'S GOOD LOOKING (Use whichever variation of good you like. I prefer 'beautiful' but thats me). That's kinda why I picked her. "Silliness! Silliness! You are full of silliness!" The implication is that they expected me to pick an ugly girl, which is the insulting part of the whole mess. There have been a few other comments that have to do more with certain physical features, but I'll leave those alone. I plead the fifth.
I've gotten to see her asleep, awake, upset, happy, tired, awake, chipper, serious, jokesy, and a smorgasbord (That's actually a word. Since it's after midnight, so far that is the highlight of my day) of other emotions. I can't decide which I like best, her asleep for the peace and happiness she displays, or her in my arms (Going off how she's been lately. The best word for it is "glowing". I seriously thought about putting "Gloeing" and getting a chuckle out of that, but I'll stick with "glowing"). In both cases, the emotion has completely eroded anything that's not beautiful from her face, no contortions, no twisting wrinkles, and it's a sight that I want to catch on camera. As luck would have it, I dont have a working camera really, so I'm really hoping to get to see it at the photoshoot next month. I need a date for that.
Anywho.
Naturally, she is beautiful. She is talented. She's kind-hearted. She's hard working. She's driven. She's honest. It's funny, trying to make a list of things that you take for granted and you don't have to think about because you know it's there, and you don't really have to wonder about it.
She is devious, and a good cook. I almost forgot those.
I think thats enough for Day 1. Can't bore you with my ramblings.
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