Stuff

Lemme just make this clear, I don't -LIKE- cleaning, I just have raging anxiety when the house isn't spotless. :p Reba, I totally agree with the whole shits and giggles thing...I'm a housewife right now too and finding new cleaning products is SO exciting to me. The Magic Eraser made me smile for two days. I've gone through a whole box already. I'm very, very lame. Plus, what with the whole need for external validation I always need Paul or the new roommate, Josh, to rave about the cleanliness of whatever I just worked on. Paul is learning; when I dragged him into the bathroom at 2 in the morning yesterday to show him my handiwork I pretty much wouldn't let him leave til he shielded his face and gushed 'OH, MY EYES!!!!! SHINY!!!'

Also, Reba and a few others...Ganya too, I think? I don't have MSN or anything yet, but I did download Trillian the other day, so next time I get a few minutes at the computer (I'm a World of Warcraft widow, I believe I've mentioned) and the mental energy to do it, I'll set myself up and then email a few of you so I can have chit chatses. Especially those of you in Canada, I miss a lot of people and things about Canada. I have to try not to mention that in front of Pauly though cause he tends to take it as a personal slight, like I want to go back and not stay with him. Which is NOT what I mean.

Also, Andra and Chris, I have tried calling you people, but apparently you have, like, lives or something.

Also, in response to numerous emails regarding ' conversations with Paul'. Heeheehee. I know, he is hysterical. My mom said that the few times I talked to paul on the phone while I was staying with her for a couple of days she heard me laugh more than she has heard me laugh in my entire adult life. That was a bit confusing, but you know what I mean. Anyway, my point is, I do try to write down his funny conversations, but it is difficult to remember them verbatim and that's how they are the most funny. I have installed a pad of paper and pencil on my nightstand, since his funniest lines are spoken in bed when he's really sleepy. eg.
Me - On a scale of one to 10, how much do you think I love you?
Paul - 7?
Me - Higher
Paul - Yellow?
Me - Higher
Paul - Salty?
That may not be funny to you, but it caused me to snort dramatically.

Anywho, I will try to share more of his hilarity.

Um, oh yeah, Paul and I had our first anniversary on the 11th. We had a very, very nice dinner at a place called Carraba's Italian Grill. Holy CRAP it was good. We both agreed that it was the best Italian food that we had probably ever had, and we go to Italian restaurants a fair bit. The food was excellent, the service was tremendous, very quiet, romantic ambience. Just great :) I got Pauly a sweet card that made me cry in the store when I picked it out and put tears in his eyes when he opened it, yay! Success. i also gave him a little homemade coupon book with 10 coupons for various things that he likes, like 15 minutes of massaging, or making kool-aid for him without complaining. I know, that's a little cheesy, but it was free to make the coupons and I decorated them and stuff...shut up, he liked them! (He forgot to get me a card, which made me a bit sad, but I hinted at him that a card for no reason, or some yellow roses [on sale right now at Publix!] might help ease the pain;) All in all, a great Anniversary. Now I have to think of something clever for Valentine's Day next month. Shite.

Oh yeah, I ran out of celexa and since we are so PAINFULLY broke right now, I dug through our medicine chest and discovered about 40 BuSpar, which are kind of similar to celexa, just more anti anxiety than anti sadness. ( I also took this opportunity to fully clean out the medicine chest. It was disturbing what was in there, hundreds of unidentified pills...I flushed em all! ) So I've been trying those out since it would save us like $60. I know I shouldn't do that and if anyone else did, I would yell at them, but somehow I feel like I have so much experience with this kind of medication that it might be okay. It has been okay so far. I'm a bit mood swingy, from devastated to hyperactive, but I think that's only partially the pills and partially life circumstances right now. ( For example, my mother called me about a week ago and pretty much broke my heart by telling me that 'now that you have a husband, I think that you should talk to me less and your husband more'. I told her that I talked to Paul about everything and nothing but that it is, of course, different to talk to your mom. She said that she was serious, she didn't think I should talk to her quite as much anymore. I only talk to her 1 or sometimes 2 times a week for about 45-60 minutes each time, but apparently this is too much.

Anyway, that's my long windedness for today. Have a great day, y'all!

A ps on my continued lameness, when I started this post I was listening to Styx, I am now listening to Supertramp. Being home alone sure does have its advantages!