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Just because my man says some funny shit sometimes.  Also, these are all relationship/marriage themed.  Just a forewarning for those with weak stomachs for sweet stuff.

Scene 1:

Jim:  I can’t wait to get married.  I can’t wait to say “I’m married.”  I can’t wait to say, “Spring’s my wife.  I’m her husband.  Here are our rings.   FUCK YOU.”

Don’t ask me what got him so defensive in that little imaginary conversation he was having in his head, but it sure as hell was funny when he said it.

Scene 2:

Jim on wedding rings, after I joked that lots of guys take off their rings when they go bar-hopping to pick up girls.

Jim:  What?  I’m not gonna take off my wedding ring!  I’m gonna ROCK that shit.

Scene 3:

I actually already posted this one on Twitter, but I love it so much, I have to put it in here, too.  This one came after Jim was complaining about a married man he knows checking out every halfway decent-looking woman who passes him.

Jim:  …So he was like, “Dude, did you see that girl?”  And I was like, “No.”  And he said, “She was SUPER hot,” and I said, “Dude, I don’t care.”  He just doesn’t get it.  I’m not like him.  I like being in a commited relationship.  I don’t feel tied down–I feel tucked in!

For once, I’m not posting before work.  It’s 9:30 at night, and it’s a rare night here in our apartment.

It’s quiet.

One of the things I love about Jim is that he’s opposite of me in ways in which I prefer him to be opposite of me.  As a general rule of thumb, I’m the quiet one, he’s the loud one.  So, as you can imagine, in our apartment, there’s usually a lot of noise between him, the TV, and me teasing Jim mercilessly.  But tonight?  Tonight, we cooked, ate, cleaned a little, then curled up on the couch together, just reading, me Dexter and him some sci-fi book he picked up at the library’s book sale last weekend.

By the way, when I was quietly reading, actually managing to bring myself to go through a couple chapters, I suddenly thought, “Huh, reading…I remember doing this before.”

Not a good sign, also an indicator of how I little I read these days.  I’ve been reading Amy Tan’s Saving Fish from Drowning during lunch, but only a couple pages at a time because, well, I just don’t have time.  So it was nice to sit down for a good chunk of time and actually knock out a couple of chapters of Dexter.

So, tomorrow’s Friday, concluding an interesting week at work.  For one, they announced today those who got the written positions.  Yours truly didn’t get one, but hell, I didn’t really expect to (most people in that unit have been there forever), and I was surprised that I actually managed to get as far as an interview.  Most people I know didn’t get even that far, so the way I see it?  I’ll definitely have a shot at the next go around.

The cool thing, though, is that between all the competition for those coveted five positions between our office and Springfield, someone in our own unit got a spot, a girl I used to sit next to up until a couple months ago.  So that’s really cool…although I think everyone’s going to miss her when she goes.  She really livens up the unit.

The other cool thing at work:  Another co-worker–this time, a girl who sits across from me–came in all happy.  The reason?  Her boyfriend had proposed to her that morning.  The funny thing is that I had been talking about mine and Jim’s own engagement to her the week or so before, and she had told me that she was waiting for her boyfriend, pointing at her wrist, saying Let’s move it already.  So we were all happy that he “moved it” (heh), admired her ring, and it was suggested we have a potluck soon to celebrate all the September birthdays, as well as her and my engagements.  My guess is we’ll include celebrating our co-worker’s getting promoted to a written unit as well.

Enough work talk.  This weekend is a three-day weekend!  Even better:  Jim actually got Monday off, too!  Just gotta haul our butts through tomorrow. 

So, remember how I mentioned in my last post that I had some rotten news, but then the day went way better from there? 

Well, now that Jim has managed to notify all of his immediate family members, I guess I can tell Blog World:  When we came home, Jim proposed.  And, of course, I said yes.  Like I’m gonna say no to the best thing that’s ever happened to me!  So, yup…that means we are now officially engaged.

Although, really,  I guess it becomes “official” when Jim confirms our relationship change on Facebook, hahahaha.  Kidding!  Kidding!

I’m gonna marry my bestest friend in the whole world.  YAAAAAY.

I’m not exactly sure when it started happening, but lately, I can’t seem to sleep more than six or so hours.  Even on weekends.  If I go to bed too early–”too early,” for me, being the very reasonable hour of 11 PM for everyone else–I’m now waking up around 5 AM, which is just too damn early, particularly when you consider that I don’t have to be at work until 9 AM.  Really, I need to quit going to bed early, but now Jim wants to be in bed by 10 since he has to be at work at 7 AM.  And, of course, I want to go to bed with him.  But this whole waking up at 5 AM thing and then spending the time between then and the alarm worrying…yeah, this “morning bird” thing is for the birds.

I was about to say that one of the reasons why I would rather sleep is because while you’re sleeping, you don’t worry, but that’s not true–you just have bad dreams instead.  I rarely seem to have good dreams these days.  The other night, the dream was that I got an error at work.  I was sure when I got to work yesterday that I’d check my email and see that I got an error.  Luckily, this wasn’t the case, but I’m going to be on edge until they have all the September audits in.  And then I’ve had a couple of dreams with Jim cheating on me, which is absurd since he’s the most loyal man I’ve ever met and, besides, he’s always with me when not at work, so it’s not like he has the time, anyway.  Hey, I didn’t say that dreams were always logical.

Then, of course, my biggest worry, which is money, or the lack of it, the abundance of bills, and the doctors that Jim and I both need to see.  He doesn’t have insurance and won’t let me put him on mine; I do have insurance but can’t even afford anything they might charge me.

And then, with all this, there’s the conversation that keeps coming up: Marriage.  I don’t even remember how we got on the subject, but we were lying in bed talking when  Jim said, in a very determined voice, “I want to get married.  To you,” he added, knowing full well I’d tease him about marrying someone else.  The man learns fast.

“Okay,” I said.

“Does that scare you?” he asked.

“No,” I said.  But maybe it does, a little.  I mean, hell, I’m divorced.  I know what marriage can turn into.  I know what men can turn into once they become husbands.  I know it gets worse when they turn into ex-husbands.  At the same time, I honestly don’t think that’ll happen with Jim.  There are guys who seem naturally inclined toward the single life; Jim, to me, seems like he was built to be in a relationship.  

I’m not opposed to getting married again, not if it’s Jim.  But there’s another thing: Weddings.  Granted, I’d be perfectly fine just going to the courthouse, but Jim is very traditional.  He wants there to be an engagement ring, a church, friends and family, all that.  My translation of this list: Money, money, money and more money.   You know.  The thing we don’t have.