Posts Tagged ‘boy’

Site updates…

May 21, 2009

As some of you out there may have noticed, or maybe not, there’s a shiny new banner up at the top of the page and some cool new links. I’m in the process of switching over from AnAmericanGirlinParis to blogging here again this summer. I get back to Austin June 1st and leave June 3rd to road trip across the eastern half of the US up to Boston, where I’ll be from June 6th all summer. S and I have all sorts of fun stops planned out, including several sweet roadfood places. I can’t wait to tell you all about it and to have access to S’s awesome, awesome camera. See you all in the states in 10 days!

Oh, and in other exciting news, Military Wife is preggers, which means I’m gonna have my first niece in early July. I cannot even explain my level of excitement. Belly pictures to come ASAP!


Surprise sneaky post!

April 30, 2009

If you’ve found your way to this little Easter egg (or more properly, birthday present), congratulations!

Now comes the part where I gush about the boy, also known as S, well, because I can. You see, today is his 21st birthday and we’ve been through rather a lot together. As I’ve already told someone else’s love story, I suppose it’s now time for my love story. I met the boy for the first time I remember when I was 13, though our parents were friendly during the toddler ages of our lives, so I’m sure we met then. He had just broken up with one of my best friends and was about to start dating another, and I was on spring break and just wanted to meet up with friends at the park for a game of British bulldog. Terribly romantic, I know.

Over the following summer, we struck up a friendship that by December had turned into late night phone conversations. I love the preparations for Christmas, if only because they remind me of slowly realizing that I liked this boy enough to talk to him for eight hours straight. To make a long story short, on Christmas Day, 2003, we ended up on the phone until 4 in the morning, at which point we both came to our senses and decided that if we could talk all night for four nights in a row, maybe we should start dating. So we did. Our first kiss was the next day, while waiting for friends to come over for a movie night (oh, early high school dating). I remember every second of it, and it was perfect.

We’ve pretty much been inseparable since. So much of my identity is tied up in our history; I’m sure I wouldn’t be the person I am today without him. We learned to drive together, took SAT prep courses together, even visited colleges together, three short years ago. We now live about two hours apart when on our campuses, though over the past year we’ve lived on three different continents between the two of us, and almost never at the same time. I’m immensely proud of how strong our relationship has been through all of this.

In a very short and very busy few weeks I’ll be back in the States, back in Texas for two days and then promptly making a several day long drive up to Boston, where we’ll be living together for the first time this summer. I couldn’t be happier or more excited about moving in together. I’ve decided, therefore, that in honor of our future, I’d give you guys out there a glimpse of our past:












So, happy birthday, my darling, my love. You are my favorite co-snuggler, ice-cream-flavor-dreamer-upper, plaintain-making-wedding-shower-setting-up-partner, ecologist, animal-lover, gamer, science-fiction-reader, tv-show-marathoner in the world. I love how passionate you are about everything you do. I love watching you wake up in the morning. I love our silly jokes together, our insane email history, our past, our present, and most of all, sharing our future. You’re my best friend in the world and there is not a single person I can imagine wanting more by my side for the rest of my life. I love you (bunches and bunches and international space stations and universes).



On a side note, the official hiatus will be over in about a month, when I’m back in the states. Until then, you’ll find my usually scheduled programming over at An American Girl in Paris.

Coming back up for air…

May 13, 2008

Finals are finally over and I am back home once again! I spent Friday night and Saturday morning with my lovely aunts and their daughters in upstate New York and then flew back home Saturday evening. All and all an uneventful evening.

One thing that is eventful is my best friend’s upcoming wedding shower, which is this Saturday. I gave her the option of picking the theme by sending her these two polyvore collages:

She obviously is awesome cause she chose the first one. I’m planning spicy, girly, and fun with just a kick of naughty. I’ve put the rest of the info under the cut, because I know she reads this and I want to keep it a secret.


Spring Break Update…

March 21, 2008

So, the reason I’ve been a bit incommunicado is that I’m on (duh, duh, duh) SPRING BREAK! Now, I am not the type to go join wet t-shirt contests at MTV spring break, or even to do jello shots in dubious out of the country bars. My spring break has run a significantly more nerdy course.

The boy and I spent last weekend in Cambridge, due to a mix up regarding when his dorms opened (his spring break was last week) versus when mine closed. Long story short, we got to spend two nights in a pretty sweet hotel thanks to his wonderful parents. I’ve been to Cambridge many a time since my entire mom’s side of the family lives there, but this was my first time there for more than a day without the goal of seeing relatives.

Friday night we discovered the most amazing tapas restaurant called Small Plates. They had a pie of the day that was some sort of banana cream with chocolate and a graham cracker crust. Think a grown up version of banana pudding with nilla wafers, one of my childhood favorites. Saturday’s highlight was the Harvard Natural Science Museum, which has amazing fossils and animal specimens. The boy, who is a conservation biology major, and I, who grew up in science museums, had a lot of fun looking at the animals. Unfortunately, my camera died while we were having lunch at Bartley’s (which you absolutely must go to if you are ever in Cambridge), so I don’t have any pictures.

Sunday we went for dim sum on our way back to the boy’s and ran into the insanity that is the Boston St. Patrick’s Day parade. Now, you need to know that I am 3/4 Irish and have what is probably more than my fair share of Irish pride, thanks to my mom’s giant Irish Catholic family. However, this was insane. The entire Park Street T station was packed with people in approximately 50,000 shades of green and glitter and drunk. We’re talking open bottles of Guinness on the T. We eventually made it to dim sum and then back to the boy’s place, where I hung out and played way more Smash Bros. Brawl than any girlfriend can ever really be expected to play.

Yesterday, I made the arduous (15 hour) journey home, thanks to my mom’s immense desire to see me for what she is sure will be my last Easter at home. Now, you may say that there is no reason why getting from New England to Texas should take 15 hours, but then you would clearly not now my travel history. I have possibly the worst travel luck on the planet. I have yet to pull off getting to or from college without a hitch. Flying up to school for the first time, my plane literally caught ON FIRE in midair and had to be turned around. That is the level of my bad luck traveling.

Yesterday wasn’t so bad, I just got stuck in DFW for 3 more hours than I should have, because, get this, they couldn’t find a pilot! I eventually got home at 9, after leaving the boy’s at 6:30 am eastern time, which means 5:30 am home time.

Today, therefore, was made up mostly of dealing with stuff that my mom and I wanted to do yesterday, like running errands and figuring out the rest of the week. I don’t mind this though, because much of my mom and I’s relationship is based upon shopping trips. Every Sunday I’m home in the summer I join her in going grocery shopping and we talk. It’s fun and gets me free food!

We also went to a benefit today for the Texas Organic Farmers and Gardeners Association, which had tons of delicious local food for a 10$ donation, plus great live music and a cool booksigning. Afterwards, I went to my dad’s and had dinner with my dad, my little brother and my dad’s best friend. It’s sad to say, but I much prefer my dad’s home cooking to my mom’s, if only because my dad doesn’t really understand the concept of low fat or low sodium.

And to end this post on the topic of cooking, my brother and I are going to try to make these delicious lemon curd filled cupcakes with this raspberry and lemon frosting for Easter brunch. I’ll let you know how it goes!