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June 07, 2006

I miss T

I've been trying to keep myself busy since I got back. T had to go back to SC for how long? Who knows. I know why he's there though so I just get my big pearly white smile ready for when he gets back. Since he's not here, I thought I would dedicate this post to him and his craziness.

1. He called me this morning and said that he thought he could run another marathon this weekend...I really think that he had secretly been online looking for another one. Simply put, he is nuts. Granted, I don't feel bad right now and I would like to take a nice run...but run another 26.2 miles in the next few weeks...not gonna happen. But then, that's why I love him so much.

2. Nytro's earlier post about the "sextapus" (you'll have to read it to understand...) made me remember something silly that T did at the marathon. Somewhere around mile 8 or 9 I asked if he would sing me a song. I had heard him in the shower the day before singing something soft and sweet about being on a boardwalk or a beach or something like that. Thats what I wanted him to sing. Instead I got "I AM SMELLING LIKE A ROSE" (from Stone Temple Pilots). Probably one of the most annoying lines in any song on earth. Period. And he belted it out at the top of his lungs while we were surrounded by 5,000 of our closest pals. I felt mortified...a little humiliated...a little silly. Okay, so secretly I liked it. It made me laugh and I'm sure that some of the other people around us got a good chuckle out of it as well. On the other hand, the day prior when we were leaving the expo and he had started this belting-out-one-liner-from-STP...yes, then I was humiliated. As was evidenced by my speedy attempt to sprint away from him, to leave him standing on the sidewalk singing all alone. But he didn't care. He just kept singing the same line over and over again. And another reason I can't get enough of him.

3. His cat hates me. Every time I come home and he's not with me, she gives me this look like "you, again?" I've tried to be nice to her because I know how hard it is to be here without him. I give her treats (probably too many), I make sure she has enough food and water, I sometimes even let her get on the couch with me (but she has to sit on a blanket, not on me...I can only give so much!). So, today I decided she needed to be brushed. I found a brush and chased the little byatch around for about 15 minutes until I could her wrestled to the ground and start brushing. Thank goodness she doesn't have claws, or I would have never attempted this little act of kindness. I would brush, she would try to bite me, I would let go of her, I would chase her down again, wrestle her to the ground and brush again. This little performance went on for about 45 minutes until I felt like she was sufficiently brushed...and well, the last time she ran away she looked like she had lost 5 pounds so I figured brushy time was over. She was purring, so I'm assuming that she liked it. Or maybe she was purring because I finally let her go. Who knows?
But now she is less of a fur ball and maybe a little happier. You can see the pics and judge for yourself...

Me chasing her with the camera.
















"Do i hear someone calling my name??"















"I'm not listening...."














"I better get a treat for doing this!"
















I'm off to sleep. I ACTUALLY have to go back to work tomorrow. But just for the office picnic, which generally, in my book, is worse than actual work itself.

5 comments:

John said...

I.AM. Smellin like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed!

pinaypower said...

i am sorry but you and T are way too cute for your own good...it'd be sickening, if it wasn't so cute...gives me hope that there are more out there like him ...wait, don't he have a brother?

Running by.... said...

That STP song is now stuck in my head. It does have a good run cadence! You and T are cute!

neese said...

the blur picture of the cat is hilarious and telling!

we are in sc! want me to find T and tell him to get home?? lol

:)

Susan said...

The picnic is always worse! Hope we get to meet again soon. Sorry I called you Kim on my blog - I keep thinking my sister is the only Amy there is. It was great meeting both of you guys!