In honor of the upcoming holiday (VDAY) I’ve been dressing pinkalicious, doodling hearts in my school notes and refusing to use any of my pens but the pink one (let’s be honest, I never use any other pen anyways). But really I’ve been thinking about all of this mushy love stuff and what it all means. I mean I understand love-my dog, Boo, has torn apart multiple duvets, annihilated my Mom’s carpet (Sorry Mom!), ripped off a cabinet door, and aerated several pairs of my shoes. Yet, for some reason, I let her sleep in my bed (she hogs the blankets too) and lick my face with her poopy tongue. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is. I also love coffee, not black coffee, that’s disgusting, I do, however, love love love the sugary blended goodness that Starbucks whips up. Almost every time I ingest one of these delicious concoctions (which is frequently a staple in my diet) I start feeling as if I am some sort of manic addict. My heart’s beating faster, everything I say and do becomes a song, my mind’s racing and my hands start shaking. I feel absolutely terrible, I just know deep down in my heart that it’s the coffee. Something in me can’t handle it, I start having panic attacks and totally freaking out. But I’ll never truly admit it to myself because I love it too much, and I’d rather be with Starbucks…hating life, than completely panic free and in a state of sanity and relaxation.
SO in honor of love and sacrifice I thought I would hop on the bandwagon and dedicate a blog to my own sweet little boyfriend. Over the past nine months we’ve been together I’ve discovered that Jeff and I are truly perfect together, not in a sappy cliché way like Romeo & Juliet or Cinderella & Prince Charming or Marshall & Lily (Yee HIMYM!!!) We’re not like the couples on the bachelor who fall in love via a mixture of mixed company hot tub dates and helicopter rides(am I the only one that feels like the amount of group hot tubbing sessions on this show is a bit overdone) nor are we that cute teenage couple willing to fight to the death to save each other in an arena filled with demonic dog creatures and preteens trained in knife throwing (okay, I guess that’s just The Hunger Games).
I guess we’re just perfect for each other because we’re both so crazy that any normal person wouldn’t be able to handle the crazy. We’re both overemotional, stubborn and slightly obsessed with ourselves. But he never puts up with my brattiness (okay he SOMETIMES puts up with my brattiness but never lets it get out of hand) and I think that helps me to become a better person. It’s absolutely ridiculous but there’s never a dull moment and for that I am SO SO thankful.
I can honestly say that Jeff is hands down one of the craziest people I’ve ever met but that’s oddly what attracts me to him the most. He’s weird, I’m weird, he becomes the dancing queen when he’s had a few too many Whiskey Sours and hallucinates about Christmas people and evil moving doors and wolf backpacks when he’s overly tired but that keeps it fun. He’s always up for an adventure and is always the life of the party (even if he’s leading a discussion on dinosaur chicken nuggets). He knows just how to cook my eggs and calls me princess and even puts up with Boo (the only girl who is more of a brat than me). He leaves me super sweet little notes like this:
He’s always up for any girly girl photo shoot ideas I come up with. He tells me not to skip class when I’m sleepy and listens to my stories about the kids I work with (I know he can’t really care about all the cute things the kiddos say and draw and do). He’s a real keeper and I’m lucky to call this crazy my Valentine.
Thanks for reading my little love rant!
I’ve been day dreaming about what I would wear for a romantic Valentine’s Day date , if I had any money at all to spend on one, and these are what I came up with! I’ll be imaging myself in these all day on Thursday!