Showing posts with label jim. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jim. Show all posts

Thursday, November 5, 2009

2 years and counting...

Yesterday was Jim and I's second anniversary. We started dating two years ago on election day in Chicago. That is where we officially reconnected. I was there on a business trip from DC and he came to see me from Seattle. I can't say that it was love at first sight because I met him in elementary school but I did fall for him there. Then two months later I drove across the country in December to try to give it a go. And go it has!

Last night was pretty low key. I came from class and he had brought home a pizza and even got my favorite root beer which I only eat with pizza. I definitely ate into my extra points but that was okay! We got each other scrabble, skip-bo, and dominoes for our anniversary along with a basketball and he got me new walking shoes for the half marathon. We played skip-bo and then I was off to my house to do some studying. It was a nice quiet evening and that is just how I like it.

I love you Jim Owen!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Taking Jim for Granted

Doesn't that sound like the name of a movie or something? Or perhaps just "Taking Jim" sounds better. Either way, I am taking Jim for granted.

The other day he said that I hadn't written anything about him on my blog in awhile which I thought was an attempt at some attention so I better do it and the fact that it is totally true. I haven't heeded him the attention that he deserves.

As you know, I've had a shoulder/neck injury so bad that at the Seahawks game last week I sat crying for two reasons, one they sucked and two I was in an intense amount of pain even on lots of painkillers, anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxers. So in comes Jim's part in all of this. The doctor literally said "any time you can get a massage-do, it will help." So I took that as "any time you can get Jim to give you a massage-do." So I did. In the last 16 days, for as long as this has been going on, he has been whole-heartedly giving me massages whenever I asked or even looked in pain. Just another reason I love him. Oh and he makes me dinner a lot, oh and he prints things out for me at his office a lot, oh and he brings all my heavy bags in and out of my car, oh and he's freakin' adorable.