Sunday, June 6, 2010

Fun Times with Eva and Wally

Today held some fun times.

Not Hallmark movie times. Not write a book and make millions times. Not take a picture to remember it times. But definitely worth remembering times.

It's times like today that remind me that the little things make up the important things and most times they make all the difference in the world.

These are just a few things that happened today that made me smile (or in some cases laugh until I cried).

At one point Wally looked at my and said 'You are the best thing that ever happened to me.' He does this often. I am spoiled.

Later he looked at me very seriously and said 'Eva you are really growing as a person and shrinking as a pain in the ass.' That one made me laugh.

After breakfast I had walked by the table and looked over at Wally's dirty plate and knife he used. I noticed he had eaten 3 strawberries and placed the tops symmetrically on the knife which was set decoratively across the plate. It made me chuckle.

Another time he was laying on the couch and I bent over to give him a kiss perhaps and he pulled me in so that I fell on him. I forget what we were talking about, maybe it was the Diva cup I got as one of my gifts, but then again I think maybe it was my craving for pancakes and maple syrup. Who knows? Whatever the strange conversation was, for some reason I was saying the word Vagina and it came out Aunt Vagima. We joked about it all day. (Seriously I have no idea why those two topics would get mixed up).

Another point in the day I was coming out of the office and I think Wally was playing on the floor with the dogs. I decided I would sit on his lap but with either leg on each of his sides. He joked that this could indeed be used as a new sexual position perhaps called the 'Uncomfortable Mandarin' in reference to a sex book we got as a joke for our wedding with several strange 'positions' in it with equally strange names. (The book was rather enlightening ...)

While on the floor laughing at Wally's joke, and probably the fact that I was not only not limber enough to ever imagine myself completing the 'Flying Mandarin' in any intimate setting, but I couldn't even get up off of the floor after a low key frolic of laughter. This indeed resulted in me laughing til I cried (over and over). Both of us had to use our rather jagged moves to get 'undone'. Needless to say the interesting book mentioned earlier has been used more for comic relief in our marriage than any serious research into our intimate life. We're both ok with that.

Wally told me a few times today that I was beautiful, pretty or just amazing. I barely ever tell Wally anything complimentary. My best is a very purposeful unexpected 'I love you'. I really don't deserve him, (though I'll admit that I don't feel this way enough).

As Wally and I got into bed tonight he pulled the covers off of me and exclaimed 'Is THAT what you're wearing to bed?!' as if I'd broken every fashion law bed time had (um ... I didn't know there were rules). I said 'Yes, it's the same thing I wore to bed last night'. He was shocked at my attire. It was a pair of black spandex/cotton work out pants that are waaaaay too big around my waist and end up near my knees when I do cardio, paired with my favourite turquoise t-shirt that proudly displays my sweating problem all too often when worn during the day. Wally asked why I was wearing a perfectly good t-shirt to bed, then followed up with 'how much was it?' and 'when did you buy it?' I told him it was $5 at Old Navy last summer. Apparently this was a crime. He was astounded that I would wear a perfectly good t-shirt to bed and 'ruin' it. I said 'Well I can still wash it and wear it later, it's not a big deal'. To which he replied 'You're going to wear something you've worn to bed ... out? Gross.' 'I'll wash it first!' I proclaimed. This didn't win my case or sway him at all. Have I mentioned how different we are?

After our conversation about my bed time attire came to a close Wally had a flash of concern. 'Are you sneaking out to meet some hot guy to workout with?' I didn't dignify him with a response. Instead I snuck out to ... write this entry.

Not exactly a hot guy but definitely his competition some days.

I love you Wally.

Some truth about me

I think truth brings people together. I think we all have an idea of what truth is, you all have our own, but we don't all want to share. Or maybe we just don't want to share it all.

My pursuit, is to be as honest as I can, in hopes, that others can be as honest as they can be. (Even though honestly, I don't probably want ALL of their honesty. I'm just being honest).

Be honest. You secretly get excited when someone else 'knows' what you are talking about.

Here are some of my truths:

For the first time in my life I have several closets in my home that I pray no one opens because I know a mountain of things will come tumbling out.

The other night before my party for 3, I ran around the hour before my guests were to arrive and started whipping random items (even garbage) inside my closets. It worked.

I have something in common with 'Chandler' off of 'Friends' If you can guess I'll tell you what. But until then I won't. Good luck.

Our office literally looks like a box of paper exploded in it.

This explosion appearance the office gives off is likely because the other day when I was looking for something I got REALLY frustrated and picked up a pile of papers, (that should have been filed months ago and weren't), and threw them with all my might at the wall. I never used to allow myself to do these things. One day I did and now I love throwing stuff when I'm mad. It feels really good.

I have a spoon from someone else's house, recently used by someone else, in my purse. Yeah, that's gross.

We have to put puppy pads down in our bedroom because we realized that one of our darlings, every once in a while cant' make it (or chooses not to) through the night. At least he uses the pad (well most of the time).

I have several stacks of unopened bills around the house. I'm thankful for automatic withdrawal.

My party dress is still laying, inside out in a ball, on my night table waiting to be washed.

Did I mention I throw things when I'm mad and love it? Seriously, the best feeling in the world.

I can't live without Fiber One. Especially with iron supplements in my life now. Sorry, but it's true.

Did you know that I can't just throw out tissue paper? When I see someone open a gift bag with tons of brand new tissue paper in it and they ball it's crispy perfect ends up because they are going to throw it out, my heart goes into convulsions. I CAN'T stand it!!!!!!

When I get mad that I can't find something I'm looking for, I instantly blame Wally. I mostly know this is irrational but I do it because when I'm mad I think I'm the only one that can be right. Sorry Wally!

I told myself that I ate perfectly for 5 days last week and when I look back I have to admit that, unless 'perfect' has been redefined, I'm a liar.

I secretly like my facebook fame. Ok I'm not facebook famous but many of my non real life friends who are my facebook friends will comment on how much they enjoy my status updates and I feel famous. I swear in the past 6 weeks I've heard this probably ten times from random 'not my real friends' people. It's weird and great at the same time.

I barely ever wash my fruits and vegetables, even when they are clearly dirty. Think twice before coming to my house for dinner!

The other day I accidentally erased the message of my mom singing 'Happy Birthday' to me. I felt like I erased her. It broke my heart. I was even more mad that the 4 messages that weren't erased were all work related. Grrrrr...

I still use chopsticks, even though I get irritated every morning when I use them for my eggs. Slippery little buggars.

I secretly care what people think about what I write and worry often if I hurt their feelings. I know writing from your heart is important though and remind myself they have the option not to read if they are offended. My hope is that they will heed that voice rather than keeping reading to make their case against me. I'll be honest, if I was pissed off I might just keep reading to hate them more. I'm like that sometimes.

S-E-X. I want to write a post about it so bad but I'm quite positive Wally wouldn't appreciate that honesty. Maybe someday...

I am acutely aware of the cleanliness of certain 'areas' now that I am a thong wearer. (Not that I was a dirty girl before, I'm just sayin' ...)

Yeah. It think that's enough truth for one day.