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Monday, December 5, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Trouble
There is trouble in paradise. So much trouble, the kind that makes you think its over. I know its not, but there are times you fight so bad you think ' Fuck this, I don't this!' I am so bad at these fights thing, because i can hardly remember the exact details of how it got so far.
Let me try...
We are supposed to be going back home today. We have some events planned, then drive back in the evening. We wake up to check out of the hotel, and we find this bill that we should not have. The hotel is supposed to be paid for. I love this man but his ability to overreact deserves an award. He is bad at handling crisis. He freaks out, says things he is surely going to regret later. Sometimes, its damaging. Especially if he was wrong in assessing the situation. And he is equally bad at eating the humble pie. So we get the bill, he throws a fit. We don't have that much money, we have spent so much as it is...He wants to cancel the events of the day, want to go home right then. I think that is stupid. I argue with him. Why do unrelated events have to be made into one huge issue? I ask. Wrong question.
Because then he says that I do not see how money is going out of the window hence I do not support him blah blah...I call the lady in charge of booking our hotel, there was a mis-communication in regards to the booking. I made the bookings a while back, then Nate's grandma passed a week ago. When she was very sick, we thought about canceling this trip so that we can go to his grandma's, so we told the lady that. She canceled the booking. Nate went to be with the grandma and was able to get back in time for the trip. So we re-booked it. Actually, he is the one who rebooked it. Confusion arose then.
When crisis arise, I think about it, picture all possibilities, try to solve it. Sometimes I fly off the handle. But rarely. My lovely Nate assumes the worst and attacks every crisis like they are all the same- really bad. It has worked in some situations, and in some, just makes it worse. These are the points where we draw our guns..and right now, it's world War III over here.
It has been a really tough time for us with the work, his grandmother, etc. We are both emotionally drained, which is what explains why I am not in a mood to make up just yet. I am in a bad mood, I am angry at him, and I want to ride that wave. Let it run its course, even if it take days. It rarely does, I'm such a sucker!
**I wrote this about 4 days ago, no internet access to post it then. We have since forgiven each other (eeeh, I have forgiven him more correct).
Let me try...
We are supposed to be going back home today. We have some events planned, then drive back in the evening. We wake up to check out of the hotel, and we find this bill that we should not have. The hotel is supposed to be paid for. I love this man but his ability to overreact deserves an award. He is bad at handling crisis. He freaks out, says things he is surely going to regret later. Sometimes, its damaging. Especially if he was wrong in assessing the situation. And he is equally bad at eating the humble pie. So we get the bill, he throws a fit. We don't have that much money, we have spent so much as it is...He wants to cancel the events of the day, want to go home right then. I think that is stupid. I argue with him. Why do unrelated events have to be made into one huge issue? I ask. Wrong question.
Because then he says that I do not see how money is going out of the window hence I do not support him blah blah...I call the lady in charge of booking our hotel, there was a mis-communication in regards to the booking. I made the bookings a while back, then Nate's grandma passed a week ago. When she was very sick, we thought about canceling this trip so that we can go to his grandma's, so we told the lady that. She canceled the booking. Nate went to be with the grandma and was able to get back in time for the trip. So we re-booked it. Actually, he is the one who rebooked it. Confusion arose then.
When crisis arise, I think about it, picture all possibilities, try to solve it. Sometimes I fly off the handle. But rarely. My lovely Nate assumes the worst and attacks every crisis like they are all the same- really bad. It has worked in some situations, and in some, just makes it worse. These are the points where we draw our guns..and right now, it's world War III over here.
It has been a really tough time for us with the work, his grandmother, etc. We are both emotionally drained, which is what explains why I am not in a mood to make up just yet. I am in a bad mood, I am angry at him, and I want to ride that wave. Let it run its course, even if it take days. It rarely does, I'm such a sucker!
**I wrote this about 4 days ago, no internet access to post it then. We have since forgiven each other (eeeh, I have forgiven him more correct).
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Deuces Wild
Tomorrow, also called Valentine day, will be our two year anniversary. I have no idea where the time has gone, and how suddenly months turned into years. I know those who have been in relationships longer think its baby years. For us, its a milestone. And given how many people around us are giving up on sticking together, it's even a bigger milestone. Last year, our very first anniversary, I was in Berlin, he was in Nairobi. I wrote him this trip down the memory lane.
This year, however, we are together in hot Las Vegas and I will take him down the memory lane in other ways.
Today though, we are sharing the eve with one David Copperfield on a live magic show at the MGM Grand, where we also happen to be staying... except we just have a very nice view of the airport, even though I asked for a 'room with a view of the strip". Maybe they thought I meant the Airstrip...
Write later after the show..
This year, however, we are together in hot Las Vegas and I will take him down the memory lane in other ways.
Today though, we are sharing the eve with one David Copperfield on a live magic show at the MGM Grand, where we also happen to be staying... except we just have a very nice view of the airport, even though I asked for a 'room with a view of the strip". Maybe they thought I meant the Airstrip...
Write later after the show..
Friday, February 4, 2011
Junk food vs Me
It is hard I tell you. Trying to loose weight when you live with a man who has a marked path to the fridge. Did I mention that I just threw out a box of some junk food I never saw him but, never saw him eat, but there was an empty box in the fridge!
He just went out for shopping and came back with Trader Joe's Ice Cream Bon Bons.
I was not going to even try them until he started making crazy sounds from across the room. They sounded too sexual, orgasmic even! Sounds I have never hear outside the bedroom (if we are in the bedroom ;). Curiosity killed the cat and broadened my hips. I tried one. Mary mother of! They are heavenly! I am sure I was making the aforementioned sounds too. I do not like sweet stuff, do not like chocolate but these bon bons just melt in your mouth! 2 bon bons later, I remembered my quest to no junk food! Damn him, damn him!!
Now I am looking at him as he has his 5th one and thinking of various ways to kill him. Slowly. I am thinking with Broccoli and Brussel Sprouts.
Meanwhile, I am looking at all the healthy foods that are not in my fridge and thinking of how much they want to be eaten by me. They are even starting a war to see who gets eaten first.
He just went out for shopping and came back with Trader Joe's Ice Cream Bon Bons.
Now I am looking at him as he has his 5th one and thinking of various ways to kill him. Slowly. I am thinking with Broccoli and Brussel Sprouts.
Meanwhile, I am looking at all the healthy foods that are not in my fridge and thinking of how much they want to be eaten by me. They are even starting a war to see who gets eaten first.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Housekeeping in the 1st world
Hello Los Angeles. It's a bit late for that anyway. It's like moving in with someone and asking them what their name is 2 months later. Yep, we are in Los Angeles. And have been for while. We are spoilt. Absolutely, maddeningly spoilt. We are used to having people pick up after us, and I have realized that even how much chaos ruffle my feathers. And the fact that I have to pick after myself, and him ruffles even the tiniest of feathers on my frustrated neck.
This is how spoilt we are. We had breakfast served in bed almost every morning in Nairobi. Our lovely housekeeper knew what we liked, hot chocolate for me, hot strong coffee with a dash of milk for him. A bowl of cereal with half a banana for me, pancakes or toast for him. It was heaven, yet somehow , we still found things to complain about.
Every morning, I would place almost all my clothes on the bed in search for the day's outfit, come back a few hours later and everything was back in order. Now I come back to find his dirty socks mixed in with my clean laundry and literally has to walk behind him picking his trail of clothing. I have kind of adjusted to that, sometimes I even find it sweet that no matter how many times I tell him, he still will undress in a trail that leaves the bedroom to the bathroom. And sometimes, I want to flush down those annoying socks and undies and t-shirts. I have gone to the extent of putting dirty laundry baskets in two places in the bedroom. somehow, all his clothes end up everywhere BUT.
I have bouts of cleaning mania. It starts with me wiping my computer screen. Then the desk top i am working from.Then the carpet area near me, and before I know it, I am scrubbing the bathtub and the baking trays in the kitchen. Half way, I will come across something that should not be there - a coffee cup from 2 days ago that is nicely hidden under the bed on his side. I will click my tongue and make sure he's heard it. He will ignore me and pretend to have sudden interest in his iphone. He has become a master of hiding stuff he knows should not be where he had left them. Especially his junk food. Yep, he can eat all the junk food in the world, at midnight even, and remain as trim as a ma'fucka! Me, three cookies and I need to hit the gym for a week. Damn him and his high metabolism. I digress. Occasionally, I will find an almost empty packet of some sort of Mexican junk food that I have no recollection purchasing. I will pick it up and call to him ' Baby, did you leave a bag of chips under the bed?'. He will say something like ' Maybe.' I'll be like' Maybe?' 'Could be I did it' He will say. We both know he did it, its only the two of us. I'm doing the woman thing -- trying to extract a confession, an apology, a show of remorse... he is doing the man thing--whatever it is.
It's 1 am, I should go to bed. He is watching some boring thing on Netflix. ( I take that back, it's probably interesting, but at 1 am, everything is boring.
I know there is a bunch of clothes on the bed. I might just push them over to his side and see what he does. I know what he will do. He will just lie on top...or push them to the floor.
How i love this man.
This is how spoilt we are. We had breakfast served in bed almost every morning in Nairobi. Our lovely housekeeper knew what we liked, hot chocolate for me, hot strong coffee with a dash of milk for him. A bowl of cereal with half a banana for me, pancakes or toast for him. It was heaven, yet somehow , we still found things to complain about.
Every morning, I would place almost all my clothes on the bed in search for the day's outfit, come back a few hours later and everything was back in order. Now I come back to find his dirty socks mixed in with my clean laundry and literally has to walk behind him picking his trail of clothing. I have kind of adjusted to that, sometimes I even find it sweet that no matter how many times I tell him, he still will undress in a trail that leaves the bedroom to the bathroom. And sometimes, I want to flush down those annoying socks and undies and t-shirts. I have gone to the extent of putting dirty laundry baskets in two places in the bedroom. somehow, all his clothes end up everywhere BUT.
I have bouts of cleaning mania. It starts with me wiping my computer screen. Then the desk top i am working from.Then the carpet area near me, and before I know it, I am scrubbing the bathtub and the baking trays in the kitchen. Half way, I will come across something that should not be there - a coffee cup from 2 days ago that is nicely hidden under the bed on his side. I will click my tongue and make sure he's heard it. He will ignore me and pretend to have sudden interest in his iphone. He has become a master of hiding stuff he knows should not be where he had left them. Especially his junk food. Yep, he can eat all the junk food in the world, at midnight even, and remain as trim as a ma'fucka! Me, three cookies and I need to hit the gym for a week. Damn him and his high metabolism. I digress. Occasionally, I will find an almost empty packet of some sort of Mexican junk food that I have no recollection purchasing. I will pick it up and call to him ' Baby, did you leave a bag of chips under the bed?'. He will say something like ' Maybe.' I'll be like' Maybe?' 'Could be I did it' He will say. We both know he did it, its only the two of us. I'm doing the woman thing -- trying to extract a confession, an apology, a show of remorse... he is doing the man thing--whatever it is.
It's 1 am, I should go to bed. He is watching some boring thing on Netflix. ( I take that back, it's probably interesting, but at 1 am, everything is boring.
I know there is a bunch of clothes on the bed. I might just push them over to his side and see what he does. I know what he will do. He will just lie on top...or push them to the floor.
How i love this man.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
GetAway
So the getaway did happen, except it came with lots of work tied into it.
The itinerary looks like this : Nairobi-Istanbul - NYC - Vancouver-NYC - Kansas City - LA - NYC- Istanbul- Nairobi.
I am writing this from Kansas City. We have been here a few days, visiting family (his), and refueling. Haven't done much of that (refueling) as we do need to get ready for LA.
Whoever said that you should travel with someone before you marry them was right. It does bring out some people we did not know existed within ourselves. I am a calm traveler. He is a nervous one. He's worried about the weight of the bags, while i am fine opening the bags at the check-in counter and repacking stuff to balance the weight. I am however very particular in parking and will fold everything neatly... he will work till the last minute then dump everything in the bag. I will forget a lot of things, esp my chargers and my phones... he will remember everything and pick it up for me when I forget it. That is a good thing... except it makes me more careless. And when he does not pick my stuff after me, I loose it.. like my Blackberry...I still don't know which continent I left it in.
It is not an easy experience being on the move so much, and carrying so much stuff, and nerves are a little wound up... but its teaching us stuff about each other, and whether we like it or not, better now than later...
The itinerary looks like this : Nairobi-Istanbul - NYC - Vancouver-NYC - Kansas City - LA - NYC- Istanbul- Nairobi.
I am writing this from Kansas City. We have been here a few days, visiting family (his), and refueling. Haven't done much of that (refueling) as we do need to get ready for LA.
Whoever said that you should travel with someone before you marry them was right. It does bring out some people we did not know existed within ourselves. I am a calm traveler. He is a nervous one. He's worried about the weight of the bags, while i am fine opening the bags at the check-in counter and repacking stuff to balance the weight. I am however very particular in parking and will fold everything neatly... he will work till the last minute then dump everything in the bag. I will forget a lot of things, esp my chargers and my phones... he will remember everything and pick it up for me when I forget it. That is a good thing... except it makes me more careless. And when he does not pick my stuff after me, I loose it.. like my Blackberry...I still don't know which continent I left it in.
It is not an easy experience being on the move so much, and carrying so much stuff, and nerves are a little wound up... but its teaching us stuff about each other, and whether we like it or not, better now than later...
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
It's been a while
...a while being 5 months. I do have my moments of silence, but 5 months is a tad too much.
We are still very much in love ( even 5 months can't take that away) and very much at work. Nope, not making babies, earning money to be able to make them. Actually, I wouldn't call what we do making money. We run and Non profit organisation which we spend our own money sometimes, i work almost full time there with no pay, i produced a film which he directed which we are working on distributing...with our money. As you can see, i have not mentioned 'making money' anywhere. spend spend is all we do, and not on things i particularly want to spend it on! But dont get me wrong, i love what we do.
We are thinking of a spontaneous getaway... yeah, my idea. When i told him, he said ' I love your spontaneity, except when it involves money.' I responded ' Then you don't. This one involves lots of it...
So far, he is very open to it...
We are still very much in love ( even 5 months can't take that away) and very much at work. Nope, not making babies, earning money to be able to make them. Actually, I wouldn't call what we do making money. We run and Non profit organisation which we spend our own money sometimes, i work almost full time there with no pay, i produced a film which he directed which we are working on distributing...with our money. As you can see, i have not mentioned 'making money' anywhere. spend spend is all we do, and not on things i particularly want to spend it on! But dont get me wrong, i love what we do.
We are thinking of a spontaneous getaway... yeah, my idea. When i told him, he said ' I love your spontaneity, except when it involves money.' I responded ' Then you don't. This one involves lots of it...
So far, he is very open to it...
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