celebrating

a couple of my readers (well, my only two readers) have given me a hard time about not posting in awhile. the holidays threw me off and then work and then stress and then a litany of other excuses.
so here i am with some happy thoughts.
michael and i celebrated two years of dating bliss last weekend. we had an absolute blast. i loved every second of our pseudo-vacation to downtown jacksonville. we shopped and ate and drank and laughed and walked and had a very delightful day.
i look back at the two years and think oh my goodness life goes by fast when you're having fun. i call it our kissaversary and he calls it our friendaversary since neither of us know the day of our first official date. i got him monster truck jam tickets and he got me my favorite girl scout cookies. we're a simple and easy to please pair.
as you (my two readers) know, we are an extremely social couple. we love to be surrounded by friends and family, so it's on very rare occasions that we get to be in our own company for longer than a few hours.

and ya know what i realized after our faux-vacay?

we are really great together. cheers to many more.

another hidden talent emerges

On our first visit to Daruma Japanese Steakhouse, Michael insisted that the Chef launch a shrimp into my mouth. Ofcourse, being the awkward person that I am, it bounced off my face and stuck to my shirt. After the long meal, we stood up to leave and I got all the way to my car before I realized the shrimp was clinging to my shirt for dear life (ironic since it was cooked right?).

Last night we returned to Daruma, and with the shrimp incident still very present in my memory, I had NO intention of every trying that circus act again. Michael, who relishes in my embarassment, encourages the Chef (same as last time) that I'm an old pro at this. I politefully decline and insist Michael is indeed the better sport. When that didn't work I resorted to the old "I'm allergic to shrimp" trick. Well, what do you know!?!?! I'm a moran and the guy has an entire grill full of beef, poultry and seafood ready to be launched at my face. It would have been more effective to say I was allergic to food.

Ofcourse, my pleadings have now drawn attention to me and the entire table is starring. I'm telling myself repeatedly "you're better under pressure, keep your eye on the chicken." As the Chef comments on the extremely large size of my mouth he hits the spatuala with a knife to spring the chicken into the air. Slowly and gingerly I tip my head backwards, blink and feel the hot chicken slap the back of my throat.

Holllllllllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

hammerhead stef

last night michael and i were talking about crazy eyes. he said he has to look at my crazy eyes all the time so he's completely okay with them. he then proceed to tell me that i look like a hammerhead shark. not the most flattering thing i've ever heard but i thought i'd investigate further. whatdya think?