I like my boyfriend.

Tagged

I love this blogging community! Hmmm...so I've been tagged by Marian, so here's my list of five random and irrelevant facts about myself (I wonder how this all got started, anyway):
1. Sometimes I get weird urges to throw things at people, especially glasses of water or pop.
2. Sometimes when I'm thinking of a phrase, I have to repeat it to myself several times and count all the syllables with my fingers (and sometimes I have to gently tap my teeth together on each syllable). This can go on for a long time. I often have to force myself to stop.
3. Speaking of counting on my fingers...I can't add or subtract anything in my head, not even the numbers between one and ten. I still have to use my fingers.
4. My favorite word is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
5. My first celebrity crush was Bob Saget.

Okay, now it's your turn...Challis and Briana! Five random and irrelevent facts about you guys. I want to see your lists up TOMORROW!

Eyes

She looked in his eyes and saw no definable expression. What was he thinking? What was he feeling? Was he receiving too much information from her gaze? Could he read her discomfort, her uncertainty about what message to send to him? She wanted him to know how happy she felt that he'd finally lifted his face to behold hers -- a huge show of trust and comfort in their relationship -- but would that portray too much information, put all his senses on high alert and scare him away? Those beautiful blue-green eyes. What lay behind them was a pure mystery. No emotion could be read, just a calculating stare. A cool stare; not uncaring, but seemingly disconnected from any emotional base. Disconnected from the reality that a silent mutual gaze is supposed to turn awkward after only a few seconds. She tried to fight that growing sense of awkwardness, knowing that this case was different; this relationship was unlike any other in her life. Was that awkwardness showing through?

A tentative grin crept across his face, and almost immediately he cast his eyes downward. Now she could see them sparkle. He was happy.

She was overjoyed, and it took all her energy to refrain from pulling him into a bear hug. Today he had given her a gift that she would never be able to describe in words. Today he had let her see into a world that only a select few ever get to see.

Sad Story

Every week I clean Haakon's home, and part of the process is letting him sit in an old yogurt container full of the old water while the conditioner mixes with the fresh water in his aquarium. Many times I forget about him and leave him sitting there on my bedroom floor while I go off to do much cooler things, like dishes or garbages or watching TV. Many times he's crawled out of the container and I've had to gingerly lift every item off my floor to look for him. Today, however, his escape route led to the dust bunny infected world underneath my bed, and by the time I found him he had traveled to the very middle, just out of arm's reach. I moved my bed so I could pick him up, and he was almost completely dried out...usually he squirms when he's touched, and I could feel him trying, but the tiny body just wasn't cooperating. He was so coated with dust and hair that when I put him back in the container, the water turned gray. I swear he's in some kind of shock, cause he's not swimming as happily and carefreely (yeah, I know that's not a real word) as he used to, but with time I'm sure he'll return to normal.
P.S. Nate just popped his head in to say he hates Haakon. He wanted me to mention that, although I don't know why, cause it just makes him look like a monster.