What they don't tell you about the deal

You know you're loved by an EE professional when...

...he tries to comfort you by telling you about the beautiful "tulip tree" that bloomed 4 months late on campus. About how it reminded him of you because it was so beautiful.

"So the tree was late?"
"Yup!" *laughter*
"So I'm a late beautiful tree....?"
"Exactly, love."


This very well may be the pinnacle of my existance. Being compared to a very late, but amazingly beautiful tree.

And you know what?

That's okay with me.

So quiet, you wouldn't know it was there

Dearest Readers, I apologize humbly for neglecting to mark a epic moment so incredible that it will forever be etched into the history books. Seriously.

We all know BGRR doesn't like alcohol. He despises the stuff. All the more amusing that at his last doctor's visit, the prescription was to drink one glass of red wine a week. Everyone can imagine the unadulterated joy with which this prescription was received. As soon as I found out, it because my wish, nay DUTY, to find something that he'd drink. I asked friends and associates for good vinyards, even going so far as to purchase a set of wine glasses to keep in his room.

Now, through trial and error (and much poking and prodding), we discovered the heart of the matter. DB doesn't like dry wines. Could you be any more diva? "I don't like dry wines". I thought a good wine WAS dry. Excuuuuuse me. So we continue asking, and finally am recommended something that tastes like Welch's. Granted, it's from Concord grapes and has something like 6% sugar in it. But it's truly an awesome wine and the vinyard is actually not too far from where he's currently working.

And so, on Friday, September 12, 2008 at approximately 9:30 pm EST, DB officially finished his first 8 oz glass of wine. sniff sniff My little boy's finally growing up, I'm so unbelievably proud of him.

I think it finally came to fruition with last night's conversation.

"A pity there's a bottle of wine in your fridge, I bet it's lonely."
"Oh, I do have to have my glass for the week. Tomorrow night, I can't forget."
"Well why can't you have it now??"
"There are other people here, and I'd have to share."

And with that, ladies and gentlemen, my job is done.

I hate this. It's not fair. Now swap?

It's been a week and a half since we came back from our mini-vacation. I've learned several important things since leaving for DB's Sunday night. I submit for your pleasure, Dear Readers, a list of things we learned over the trip.....as you can see, we've learned alot. There's been discussion of something next January before the spring semester begins and he goes back to work, but it's still in the idea stages....

a) DB's officially given up on getting me to arrive anywhere on time. About time! Life should be much easier now ^_^
b) Lacawac is beautiful. This opinion - nay, fact - can be substantiated through the oodles of photos taken. If I'm feeling generous, there will be postings to the blog. I suggest you start bribing me.
c) I want to move to Milford. Oh, and I want a pet squirrel. Good thing Dan said he'd get me one, right, delam?
d) A general policy of "us" vacation time at minimum of twice a year needs to be instated. Just so I can have an excuse to be selfish and steal the ever-popular fellow to myself. Okay, and so I have an excuse to plot against him and spoil DB. He does not get spoiled enough *emphatic nod*
e) BGRR's getting pretty good at this romance thing. Except he apparently doesn't call it romance, and I've no idea what he calls it. Common sense? Any additional reflection on this topic would involve trying to think like him and, well, we all know that's not a good idea. On Wednesday he insisted on dragging yours truly out to the lake to watch the sunset and the stars come out. Neither happened, but that's okay. I'm just happy those Hitch lessons are working. Finally.
f) DB DOES NOT know how to efficiently pack a car. While I knew this before, I thought he'd at least have learned to leave everything by the vehicle for me to put in. Silly me. What on earth was I thinking? Of course, you need to make sure 2/3 of your luggage is in the back seat, and only 1/3 is in the trunk. And don't forget, the little amount you have in the trunk has to be the most random items ever. Let's just call this a work in progress, shall we?
g) Three months without each other is not cool. It has negative amounts of cool points. End of Discussion.
h) Introductions to people who actually know how we met cause the writer to blush horribly red. They should be avoided at all costs. Either that, or continue the current explanation. I prefer the latter.
i) Lack of communication sucks. So, I'm sent packing back to school.

Yes, about that. I'm back in school finishing up my Masters degree. Full time. Shoot me now, please?

With the amount of work necessary to even be prepared for class, we'll be seeing next to none of each other. Hmmm, this sounds vaguely familiar....haven't the faintest idea where I heard of this situation before. We're going to try to get to see each other once a month, an attempt to stay sane in the craziness of both our lives. Sanity? What is this sanity thing you speak of? So again, if there's negative amounts of posting, y'all know where I am. DB's got me chained to the study books again *sigh*

Updating over the semester should be interesting, but hopefully the humor won't stop for long. Heaven forbid this relationship becomes boring.