You gotta play to win!

January 17, 2011

I am having some trouble deciding on a big decision in my life. and I need some help.

Everyday when I am waiting for the train in the morning, I see the powerball jackpot in glowing red numbers and I briefly think about how awesome it would be to win that money.  Then (and only then) reality hits as I realize I don’t even know how to play the lottery.

I mean…do you play the same numbers everyday? Or pick random numbers? Something about the random draw just gives me the heeby jeebies. Rigged machines! Big brother conspiracy or something ridiculous like that.

Plus, what would L say if I started coming home with dozens of losing (because I never win anything) lotto tickets? I already have a terrible habit with energy drinks! She would lose her everloving mind if I wasted 20 bucks a week on tickets. My face hurts just thinking about it.

Actually how much is the lotto anyways? I don’t even know. Then there is also the thinking, what if I won? Who do I have an obligation to help out? Friends ? family? Cousins? Aunts? Uncles? Distant friends or just really close friends? Hang out buddies or just like friends worth buying their eternal friendship?

They say peoples lives get ruined from winning the lotto. Hard to believe honestly.

If I win, I just want a beach house, fast car, no debt, trust funds for the little guys-to-be and a gated community for us to wave to our also rich neighbors. Mom, my nephews, niece and L can get the rest of the money.

Truthfully, if I really hit the lotto, this blog will self destruct and I will not be held to anything I have said. In fact, I may disappear. And you may or may not get a check in the mail with a note that reads “Thanks…G“. The amout will dictate how thankful I really am.

With that said, I am going to play the lottery this weekend.

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Marriage is an experiment, we are the scientists

November 18, 2010

Me and my brother were talking  the other day and he simply said, “Love and marriage is a never ending experiment and we are the scientists“.

That may not mean too much to you guys, but to mean that sums it up perfectly!  I mean, we really don’t know what will come of anything we do in any relationship.  That’s part of the excitement though.  Scientists don’t become scientists unless they love the excitement of unveiling the unexpected.  I mean, there are some things that have already been tested by other fools scientists, like cheating and infidelity.  I know what will happen.  I will lose half  of everything I ever earned, and everything I ever wanted (L).  I dare not test that theory.

I don’t know however, what would happen if I came home with a puppy for instance.  Would L think “OMG, he loves me enough to buy me a puppy and the puppy will become part of our family and we will love him forever and ever.”  That is very possible, but not very probable…YET!  She grew up with puppys so I don’t know. She very well could…….I’m suddenly realizing how terribly awful this example is.

The real point is this.  We will face adversity in nearly every part of our lives.  We aren’t going to know the answers.  We aren’t going to know reasons why.  But we know, we are committed to this thing called love and this lifelong experiment of marriage.  We are going to find ways to make it work, because that’s our goal and our passion.

With me and L’s situation, we both love to shop!  Well…she loves to shop as is evident by her looking at online shopping websites….EVERY DAY(just kiddin’ babe, I know you rest on Sundays).  But, we don’t really make a lot of money.  I mean we make enough to live in swanky super cool Ballston, but not enough to live in Ballston AND online shop daily.  I know what we have to do, I know that more money needs to be made because we have plans, and dreams, and things that we want to do!  Personally, I want 42 kids.  I don’t know how much 42 kids will cost us, but I know I was probably pretty dang expensive (right mom?).

So, I need to get things brewing in my mental lab and figure out how exactly I’m going to make money so L and I can buy a home in The Hamptons with 44 rooms (one for us, and another one for my man cave)!  Let me know if you guys have any ideas.


She’s exactly what I need

November 1, 2010

I don’t know what’s best for me.  Lets be honest, most guys don’t know what’s best for us. That’s why the phrase “mother knows best” was born. I think that can also go for future mothers, or not mothers yet…or just women in general.

Now lets not get out of control with things.  Women sometimes overanalyze to the point where they are stuck in indecision or trying to do everything to please everyone (L!).  But when it comes to women and the people they love, suddenly they have this unbelivable clarity.

For example, my sister lil G makes all of her decisions with her son (and my brother/her hubby) in mind. To her, its really that simple.  With L, I realized that she feels the same with me.  Not to say she thinks of me as her son, but I am a big part of her life right now and it shows. But I also realize it goes both ways!

Sometimes I feel like I am just doing what I am supposed to do and not necessarily what I am thinking is best to be doing.  Then I realize, that’s love taking over. Love drives me to do things I used to not even consider. Now, they are a part of my life and my path to happiness.

One (really stupid) example – my (beloved) car. I don’t think anyone realizes how big this is for me. I got my first car when I was 15…before I even had my driver’s license I think.  I washed it 3 times before I could even drive it. I drove it everywhere, I was the taxi for my friends before and after school.  I didn’t even want to go to college once I found out I couldn’t have my car on campus (serious).  I moved to an apartment after college that was on the metro and so was my job.  I still drove to work everyday (except when my car had a championship MMA fight with a fire hydrant. My car lost tremendously). Then I met L who totaled her car in an accident a year after we met.

I remember thinking I was going to lose her that day when I got that phone call.  I have never been so scared.  When we moved into together, she needed a car.  I gave up my beloved car for her without a quesion. I made sure she was taken care of and could get to work everyday. My workdays got extended from about 5:15am to about 6pm by taking the train versus driving but I never cared.  She is worth it.

Yesterday (actually last week now, sorry I take so long to post these things),  police arrested a guy in relation to a plot to blow up four metro stops. Most of them in the city where we live and one which I pass through everyday going to and from work. To be honest, I briefly thought about my safety. But then I started thinking about my life insurance. Then I thought that I would be fine.  My mind suddenly shifted to the girl running on the treadmill behind me. My future is in her hands…therefore, I will be ok 🙂

Until a few nights ago, I thought that it was a conscious decision that I made to give up the car and take the metro.  Now I realize it wasn’t at all.

Love made that decision. Love makes a lot of decisions for us. If we try to fight them, we end up fighting love. If we question them we question love. Sometimes I forget that not everything makes complete sense.  Some things just happen because they were meant to happen.

Sometimes, love just happens.


L the builder

October 24, 2010

Last week L purchased a book case for the apartment (awesome).  Like three of them it’s a desk bookcase combo.  It’s…I don’t really know what it is because I didn’t really aid in the purchase at all.  I just wheeled it up from the front desk.

Then, Thursday I come home and look forward to relaxing (since I was off on friday) and in walks L with the toolkit.  Oh boy! Then just as I’m about to say “I’ll help you as soon as I am finished with this game.”  Obviously, I was playing XBox.  But before I could even say anything she says “Don’t worry, I’ll put it together myself!

Excitedly she rips the box open and starts laying out the hundreds of pieces from the bookcase out on the floor.  A mess is slowly ensuing.  I try not to look.

Two hours later (and about 4 games of NHL on XBox for me), we have this masterpiece!

I have just been told that it is called a ladder bookcase.  I don’t know who is supposed to climb this rickety ladder, but I know I would never climb it.

Anyways,  she put that together all by herself.  I didn’t want need to help!  I pretty much didn’t do anything this weekend regarding the apartment in all honesty!  On Saturday she woke up and ran some errands.  She came back and out came the toolkit once again!  An hour later we had pictures hanging on the wall, wine racks, and a time machine!  Just kidding, but as much banging and what not that was going on, you’d think we had a new addition to the apartment!

She got a little too happy.  We don’t have an extensive wine collection, so she put….an empty bottle in the wine rack.  Awesome.


First day!

September 7, 2010

Remember how excited you were on that first day of school?  You had your new clothes, and your super cool backpack.  your lunchbox, and your favorite lunch (whatever mom wanted you to have).  Well, apparently that excitement is only there as a kid.

Today is my first day of fall semester for grad school and L’s first teaching day.  Neither of us are excited about it.  I don’t have my books yet (as always!), and L is nervous about it as if its her first day of teaching.  She has been doing this for 4 or 5 years but she still gets really worked up.

I feel really bad because I try to calm her down but then I get frustrated because she gets really worked up about things that I think are not worth getting so about.  I mean, I can admit that I don’t like being ill prepared either for things, but at the same time, I know that I will never do a bad job no matter what the situation.  I am not very prepared for this semester as of right now, but I know I will do well. I mean, I don’t have much of a choice I don’t think.

I just priced out my books….200 dollars!!!  Easily the worst part of this whole advance your life experience.

Well,  Terps won! And I am off Friday, so things are looking up…I’m just worried about L.  I hope today goes well for her!


I’ll show them

August 30, 2010

When you get older, it’s the little things that start to matter more and more.

Me and L went to Best Buy (and found a shortcut and an awesome neighborhood we will be moving to one day) to get some speaker wire so that I could hook up my sound system!

My neighbors as I am sure you have read, are playing video games nonstop and it’s rumbling us out of the apartment. I set up the speakers to connect to the TV rather than just the DVD player as was the case before. Now we will blow this apartment building away with the sizzle of Paula Dean’s bacon and the pointless drama-filled blabbing of The Real Housewives of New Jersey.

You may think this is a small deal…well…wait til you see the size of these speakers!

Take that neighbors!


Just regular nightmares

August 23, 2010

I have been away on vacation (not really, just a weekend getaway).  Me and L took some time to hang with friends for the weekend and it was a lot of fun for both of us!  I got to see my buddy Brooke (and one of the men that will be in the wedding….Groomsdudes I think they are called?).  I can’t believe I’m saying this but the time off was … needed.

Now, I don’t mean to sound like a bad guy, but me and L spend a lot of time together and with the move recently and with her being off from work for the summer, we spent a ton of time together.  I wasn’t looking forward to getting away from hr by any means, but I am glad that we got time apart so that I could hang with Brooke (yes, that’s his real name…kind of).

She got to hang with her girls and she had a blast from what it sounds like!  🙂  Last night I had the bed all to myself!  I sprawled out like a dead bear on a rich man’s floor.  Then about halfway through the night I had a dream….or better yet a nightmare.

I just remember L saying “Hey that building just rose off the ground!  I think it’s an earthquake.” I look and I see the building rise off of the ground! and I say, “It couldn’t be an earthquake because then it’d hit us!”  Then suddenly the building we are in literally starts falling and I watch as we land smack onto the ground.  There isn’t any sound, it doesn’t hurt, but I’m not dead, she doesn’t scream, and I don’t even jump.

I just lay there thinking “how did that happen?” and I slowly open my eyes, realizing I am dreaming, to find myself drooling all over my arm.

Not the greatest feeling, but I’m convinced that I had a nightmare because L wasn’t there with me.  So, needless to say, I’m glad she’s back so she can keep the nightmares away (and the drool too).