He's Just Not That Into You

Shhh, I'm not supposed to tell, but G took me out on our "date night" (because we never have any alone time anymore, everrrrrr) to see He's Just Not That Into You.

The previews made it look awesome (at least to me it did), but while I did enjoy the movie a lot, it still didn't like it as much as I thought I was going to.

It was super cute though and it had an ending I hope G picked up on. (Hint, hint babe: Ben Afflek's character!)

Tomorrow is G's sister, K.M's, birthday. She'll be 26. Quite the old hag... juuuuuust kidding!

She said she wants to go and see a movie (probably Coraline) and go get fries up in Boulder at Spud Bros. YUM!

G has to work Saturday and Sunday (insert sad face here). So Saturday will be spent with K.M. on her b-day and Sunday might be spent with K.H. getting pedicures. I sure do need one with this dry weather and with my feet being shoved in snowboarding boots every weekend.

Eh, my life is boring, what can I say.

Belated b-day gifts...

from my co-worker Sarah.

I can't wait to use them. They both smell so yummy!

Day 1585 of our relationship, I'm turning 27.

27, eek. At 10pm tonight it will be official, as my mom reminded me last night. My poor little mother giving birth to a 9.5 lb. baby, 27 years ago. I can't wait to see what I will birth with these hips and with G being 6'6".

I'm now three years off from 30.

If I had my way, I would forever be 22 or 23. Those have been my favorite years so far.

I do not like getting older. I just don't.

It's hard to believe that I was 22 when I met G. He had just turned 25. When I turned 23, he lovingly told me that 23 was the "trade-in age." What a butt munch! I asked him what the trade-in age for guys was because if he recalled, he was three years my senior!

Well, now, I'm way past that trade-in age.

G is super, super sick. I kissed him goodbye this morning while he was lying in bed with no covers on. He was burning up! I hope he doesn't feel obligated to try to feel better on behalf of my birthday. I can tell he's miserable and I feel bad that I'm not there to take care of him.

E will be here tomorrow afternoon.

Yesterday when I got home from work I got a lovely surprise. I got to clean up doggie doo out of Bailey's crate. For some reason, the last two days in a row, he's pooped in his crate, eaten it, and thrown it up, e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e! So, lucky me, I got to wash a poop covered dog and his crate and the basement floor. Thank goodness it's still unfinished. Let me tell you though. Trying to get the shit smell out of your house is not an easy, or comfortable task when it's 20 degrees outside. I made G freeze while I ran the house fan to pull that poo smell out. I have a bionic sniffer and everything that has foul smell, no matter how little, will drive me crazy. I still think the house smells like crap, but G and his sister disagree.

Gooo Sharks!

Gooo Sharks!

Tonight, as part of my b-day celebrations, G is taking me to the Sharks vs. Avalanches game!

Tonight, I will be one of the weirdos wearing the away team's colors.

Being from the San Jose area, I don't feel obligated to represent my home team, I want to.

Tonight should be fun and interesting. I have a feeling that the Sharks are going to kick the Avs butts, seeing that they're #1 in their division (I think the Avs are 21 or 22).

G keeps asking me what I want for my b-day. Really, I don't want anything. I could definitely use a rack for my car for our snowboards, I'd like new bindings for my board, but I don't need them, a new jacket to match my new pants, and jewelry is always nice. Like I said, I don't need anything.

My dad asked me the same thing and when I told him I just wanted him to come and visit me, he said that he'd be sending something because I "deserved it." I don't deserve anything. It's just my birthday.

Then there's my mom. A while back she had offered to pay for my gym membership. I paid for three months, which cost me $228 (yes, exorbitant, but the place was amazing). Then there's my current gym membership (at the local community center) that cost me $300 for a year, which I owe G for. When she asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I said that she could send me money for the gym that she said she'd pay for. "Okay, I'll send you $100," she said. First off, that's not what we agreed upon. She said she'd pay for my gym membership when I told her it was $76 a month. She said it was okay and that she'd pay me back. How quickly and conveniently she forgets these things! I understand that she and my step-dad aren't doing so well financially (like the rest of the economy), but I don't make a lot of money either and I would've never signed up at the gym if you hadn't said you were going to pay for it. G keeps pestering me to get her to pay me back. I've reminded and I've tried and she won't send me the money. It's a losing battle. On one hand I understand, but on the other hand, if she didn't have the money she never should've said she'd help me out.

Grrr. I hate money. I hate it! It's nice to have, but it causes so many problems!

Le sigh, I'm stuck inside today.

It's currently around 70 degrees outside right now and I couldn't tell you what I would give to be able to be outside today, hiking with G and the doggins!

70 degree weather in Denver, mid-January, is unheard of. We're suppose to set a record today that was last set in 1950. I don't get it; South Carolina got snow yesterday and we've got the warm sun. Granted, Colorado does get a TON of sun. The state averages 300 days per year of glorious sunshine. To think, when I told people in Charleston that I was moving to Denver, the assumption was that it was snowing, freezing, and cloudy all-the-time. No offense to anyone, but I'm so glad I don't live in the south anymore!

On another note, next week (in eight days), I will be 27. Ick. I don't want to get older. I know 27 is not old, in fact it's still young. That's just one year older though that I don't want to be. It's hard to believe I was 22 when I met G! I want to be that age again so badly. I loved 22 and 23! I was 22 and G was 25. Wow. He will be 30 in May!

Right now we're trying to plan a trip to Cozumel for his big 3-0. Hopefully everything works out and he will have a rockin' birthday!