Who Should Say Sorry First?

I have a lot of my mind today and I feel this quote perfectly sums up yesterday and how I feel today.

I am going to make a long story short (I tend to make short stories long, so we will see how this is gonna fly) but last night was not one of my favorites with Boyfriend. I get home to work earlier then he does (the joys of going to work at 6am) and was in an a pretty good mood until Boyfriend got home. He came home and barely spoke two words to me. I have never seen him like this, I had know he wasn’t feeling good earlier in the day but that was about it. At first I chalked it up to feeling like crap, because lets be honest, who wants to take when in reality you want to throw up?! But back to my point, it caused me to shut down as well. He acted like he didn’t want me around and didn’t care about anything that was coming out of my mouth. Then, we sat down for dinner and he asked me when I was acting weird and not speaking (which is abnormal for me, I am kind of a chatter box) and I calmly explained that I felt like he didn’t want me around.. he got mad at that and we barely spoke the rest of the evening. (I would guess maybe 10 words spoken between the two of us that had any relevance to anything.) He fell asleep early, with no kiss goodnight and that was that.

But while I was still awake in bed, I was thinking who is going to apologize first? Who should really say sorry first? I mean of course in anger I would said, I will not say I’m sorry because I’m not sorry and I didn’t do anything wrong. But then I thought about it, is that really the best thing to do for us and our relationship? I don’t think I did anything wrong, but don’t we all when we are angry? I also realized maybe this is me being stubborn and angry. I fell asleep thinking this, only to wake up and think about it again. I decided I was not going to say sorry first because I am stubborn. Boyfriend apologized this morning (first), told me medicine made him feel the way he was and that he always wants me around and loves me.

I tend to say things I don’t mean when I am angry and yesterday I thought instead of doing that I was going to keep quiet. I guess sometimes you just can’t win either way.

But on to good things! Today I have another link up! This time it is with Whitney over at I Wore Yoga Pants To Work. I chose this song because when ever I hear it I sing it at the top of my lungs!

In Honor of Val-e-n-tines Day!

So I haven't fallen off the planet nor has my body been taken over by those body snatcher people. Work has been crazy busy and I have been trying to work on my design for my blog. It probably would have been easier to pay someone, but well I never do things the easier way (or the most time consuming way). But any-who, I am back and back to committing to blogging a lot more (and with my current track record that won't be hard). 
But lets get this thing going...
It's almost VALENTINE'S DAY!! The day in which we tell the ones we love only one day a year (okay, I tell Boyfriend multiple times a day how much I love him and Kylie (the dog)). 
So I decided to dedicate this post to my relationship. Boyfriend will make up a lot of my posts and well, no one really knows anything about him or us (and by us I mean our relationship).  So how did we meet? We met online, match.com to be exact. I was very hesitant to join. I actually joined as a joke. An old co worker of mine and I wanted to write a book about our online dating experiences. (Well, that didn't exactly happen because I only met one person.)  I also was not very proactive on the site because I didn't write anyone who didn't write me first. Okay, but back to Boyfriend. He wrote me after I was on the site for 2 weeks (I only signed up for a month). He wrote this long message, like he actually read my profile. I didn't read it, okay I read some of it to make sure he was intelligent but after about 4 lines I was thinking he is cute, so I'll write him back. We exchanged maybe 4 messages until I wrote and told him I hate waiting for responses and just gave him my number to text me. (Yup, I did it first!)  We texted back and forth all day long for probably about a week I would say.  Finally we had our first phone conversation, we always had something to talk about and stayed on the phone for over an hour (he stayed outside talking to me instead of going into a movie with his friends, it was cute (not crazy)).  I decided it was time to meet. Since I am such a huge Disney fan (and I needed to make sure he could handle that) I told him our first date should be there. He was down. I was nervous to spend all day with him and only bring one car (what if he was crazy and going to kill me behind some ride?) So I decided we needed to meet the day before for dinner (I called it "an out" with no strings attached, if we didn't hit it off, it was fine). I didn't feel good that night, so we decided to meet for breakfast the next day before the parks. I will admit, breakfast was a little awkward because I was sitting with someone I barely knew, but it was okay I decided he wasn't a serial killer and I would go to Disney with him. On our way, (he drove) he sang Mirrors by Justin Timberlake in the car. He didn't care if I was there or not, he felt comfortable enough to belt it out, and I love that. Well, our first date went great and I knew at that moment he was special and I wanted him around for a very long time (forever). 
But I got nervous, and I wasn't sure I was ready to be in a relationship (like everyone I have had my heart broken one to many times) and I basically pushed him so far away I thought he was going to call it quits. But he stuck in there and waited until I was ready. (I even made him sleep on the couch the first few times he slept over :)) He asked me out about a month after our first date and we have been together ever since.

Our First Date. 

  

We are now living together and I couldn't be happier (and I think he is super happy too:)) He is my everything and I am lucky that I found him.  Maybe online dating doesn't suck...  

Our first vacation to Nashville

Out With the Old and In With the Used

Happy Tuesday!! So I know I am a day late on posting about my weekend.. but who cares? I make the rules around these parts… 

So what happened this weekend? All I can say, is I feel really poor but don't we all after we have a really big purchase, think like A CAR purchase. Yes, Boyfriend and I are now proud owners of a 370Z. I actually really like the car, but I will never drive it (I can't drive stick, and according to Boyfriend, you can't have an automatic sports car.. who knew?)

Well, let me start at the beginning, beginning of the weekend that is. On Friday, Boyfriend and I went and got a grill, a really nice grill. I know this doesn't sound exciting, but it is. We have been looking at grills for 3 months and finally decided on one (thank god!) So we got home and Boyfriend made us steak and I cooked the side dishes. It was delicious, and you would be salivating over it if I took a picture of it (which I didn’t). After our delicious meal, we hung out and went to sleep early (I wake up at 5am every morning for work). 

On Saturday, we had hair appointments. Yes, Boyfriend even had one (we go to a place that has a barber shop and salon, so he still feels manly). It always nice to have your hair did. Well on our way there, Boyfriend proceeded to tell me about how his friend has been looking for cars for him (he works at a dealership, ironically the dealership I bought my car but we didn’t know that at the time, which sucks) and found him his dream car. I being the ever so supportive girlfriend that I am, said lets go look at it later that day. So after we looked fab (yes, I did just said that) we were looking for something to do, so I said lets go look at the car. Boy, did I regret those words quickly. So we went to the dealership, hung out with his friend and looked at the car. Boyfriend is like I doubt I will get approved so this should be a quick trip. Yeah, not so much, he did get approved and for an amount that is a reasonable payment. He was ready to sign on the dotted line that night and I said we are going home to think about this, because we were not making a decision like this on the fly. We went home and talked it out, and talked and talked and talked (and yelled a little bit). The decision was not made that night and we went to bed angry (which we vow to never do). We woke up the next morning (or in my case, the sun came up and I was still awake) and talked it out some more (and of course yelled some more) and decided to go back to the dealership and see if we can work something out. But at that point, I was about 99 percent sure that we were walking away with a new car. I just wanted to make the best deal and not have to pay to much (which doesn’t everybody?)

At the dealership, everyone kept congratulating us on our new car. I am thinking “What new car? I have not purchased a car!” Well, the sales guy could not get us the deal we wanted and we were ready to walk. Until Bill came. Bill is one of the finance mangers who works at said dealership. He helped me buy my car a couple months ago. We bonded with Bill when we purchased my car (us Jews tend to stick together) and told us he would do the best he could and try and help. And help he did. He made it happen for us. So the decision was made and Boyfriend was getting a new car. We are now a Nissan family. 

We sold the old car, the Fucas as I commonly refer to it and got a new used car. I was happy and sad to see the car go. It was my first car and we have been through some crazy times together. I had my moment with it and watched it drive off (it was a perfect movie moment) and now it going to the parking lot in the sky (actually, I am not sure where it is going but in my mind it’s going to car heaven). Out with the old and in with the new (used).