I found the Pam to my Jim

So I am a pretty big fan of the Office, and I love the dynamic between Pam and Jim, and I was thinking about it... and I absolutely love the fact that Mary is my Pam. We have all the elements, an impending decision that would have most likely taken her out of my life for quite a while... a girl I have an awesome relationship with, but things just couldn't work out. And now they are. I am more than excited.

For those of you who don't watch the office... you should. watch this, and tell me it doesn't give you goose bumps:

In 57 days I get to marry one one of my best friends. I am more than excited, I am elated. I can't stop smiling and I can't stop thinking about her. I think the best part about it, is that she feels the same way. We send cheesey texts to each other all the time, and hers are just as bad as mine. I always thought that I would be with someone who wouldn't appreciate my cheezyness, or would sort of grow to resent it, but Mary gives as good as she receives.

So now in just under 2 months, I get to marry Mary. Seriously? I still can't believe it sometimes. When I think about us in the future, I never really pictured us married. Which sort of bugged our friends Jake and Meredith. They thought they would have to adjust to another set of people; my wife and her husband, and would hope that they just fit in with our group of friends. So now we just fit. Its amazing how compatable we are.


So for those of you who were super scared and would never tell that girl that you liked her, just do it, because who knows, maybe 3 years down the line she'll open her eyes and become the love of your life.

Would You Lie With Me?

So I blogged a few weeks ago about this girl and I... and I think about 3 friends read the post. And the 2 who were right there, totally guessed who it was... I denied it at the time, but they were totally right. I guess you can't always fool everyone, I mean come on, how many other girls do I hang out with.

Anyways, so this weekend we spend some time camping, and while i definately had the thought in my mind that something might happen, I was pretty sure that nothing would. After a long day on Sunday we sat down to watch Walk the Line because Mary had never seen it. There was this big air matress in the middle of the living room. I went and got my huge camping blanket and put it down for her to lay under because I could tell she was cold, and I asked if I could lay with her...

Here is a excerp from my journal entry about the following events:

"so a little bit thru the movie, mary and/or i sort of adjusted and i my hand was really close to her leg. neither of us pulled away, so i felt like that was a good sign... a few minutes later, i had to get up to go to the bathroom, but when i came back, we ended up in the same position, which i felt was a good sign again. so i started sort of rubbing my finger on her knee/leg a bit. a few minutes later, she reached down and grabbed my hand. it was awesome. i totally loved it. i can't even tell you about the rest of the movie, because i was totally spaced out on that. i wasn't feeling well, so i had to get up a few times to use the restroom, and so did she, but each time, we could come right back to that. she would hold my hand, or grab my arm, or whatever, and it was awesome."

Nothing much more happened, and we didn't really talk or anything about it. We sort of started chatting over email on Monday night when I got back after she read my blog post that was so obviously about her.

We talked a little and send a few emails, I kind of explained where I was coming from, and pretty much just expected that same 'ol response... but as I read her email I noticed there was a sentence in bold, it was super difficult not skip ahead... i didn't really read the paragraph before, i just jumped right to it, and there, in big beautiful bold letters was this:

"So I guess what I'm saying is that I'm in, I'm totally in."

Our original idea was to just keep it on the downlow, mostly to play a sweet surprise on our friends one at a time, but Mary is horrible at keeping secrets. I guess she is so excited about the whole thing that she went and told 1/2 the world, so I guess this blog will tell the other 1/2... the 2 or 3 of you that are left.

The surprise didn't last long. I guess my roommate saw us cuddling on the couch or something on Wednesday night, and told his brother. I don't think the Brian has told anyone, but rather than waiting for our camping trip next weekend, we decided to tell Jake and Meredith tonight. They kind of wouldn't believe us. I didn't just want to plant one on her to prove it, so I don't really know if they fully believe or not.

So I guess the cats out. Bryce and Tiffany don't know yet. Niether does our friend AK, or Joey and Tiffany, or Heather and we'd kinda like to tell them in person, rather than let them hear it thru the grape vine. So we'd appreciate a little lid on it, at least for now.

So if you want the truth, I'm super happy. I get super giddy whenever I get a text from her. I get super sad when I figure out that I won't get to see her for another 18 hours. The strange thing about it, is that she is just still Mary in my head. She's just Mary, the girl that I hang out with. My best friend married her roommate. Its hard to get that version of her out of my mind.

So you know when you were a kid, and totally had the hugest crush? Like maybe Doogie Howser M.D., or A.C. Slater, or for the fellas; Kelly Kapowski, or Blossom? (ok I totally cracked myself up on that one... nobody liked Blossom did they?), or Tiffany (I think the "I think we're alone", red-head had much more teenage appeal than awkward Blossom). I feel like thats who I'm dating. And its completely surreal.

I say dating, but in truth, tonight was our first date. Pretty sad. I guess we went to the Diamondbacks game yesterday, but I don't know if it counts as a date because the whole time we were pretending that we were just friends, and secretly holding hands or giving each other looks the whole night... either Bryce and Tiffany are completely clueless, or they know, and are just not saying anything, I can't wait for tomorrow to figure out if they really knew.

So, because we have known each other for almost 4 years now, I feel like I have been dating her for 4 years. I know a lot about her, but I still learn more and more every day, and I love every minute of it. I love just thinking of the fact that the next time I see her, I get a free hug from her, and she will mean it.

So, sorry to decive you. Sorry to Marie too. I totally lied about who I had my date with tonight.

About the mission thing... o ya, that pesky 18 month 2,000+ miles away... no big deal right? That's what everyone asks about. Neither of us really know where thats going to go or how its going to play out. Truth is, we've been dating for 4 or 5 days, so to make major life changes is a little pre-mature. All I can say is that a lot can happen in a month.

Also, I think the best thing about all of this, is that we are both super cheesy. That may sound totally retarted to most of you, but I could seriously care less. I am a hopeless romantic, and I have no idea where i got that. Definately not my dad or any other male role model growing up. Maybe I'll have to track that down... anyways. She loves it, and in fact, she ends up stealing my cheesy lines from me and says them before I get a chance to say them to her. It great. Its nice to be with someone who actually appreciates it.

I guess this is becoming long, but its a lot of info, but here is the last of it. Also from my journal entry/message to my sister:

"Have you ever seen the movie Swingers, with Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau? Its super funny, but the movie is about Jon's character who was dating this girl for 7 years, then she dumpped him, and his friends are trying to get him to get back out there. He has a hard time. he goes out on dates, but the whole time he wants to call her. he ever borrows the phone to call his message machine to see if she called. Anyways, he is having this conversation with his friend about it. He wants to call her so bad, but his friend won't let him. He says, that he has to wait for her to call him. So get gets all excited at the thought of her calling him. But then his friend says that she won't call until he is over her... then she will call. And he is right. He meets Heather Graham at a bar and gets her number, and while he is on the phone with her, the ex calls and wants to "talk" he totally blows off the ex to talk to heather graham. Thats kind of how I feel right now. I don't care who calls, or what they want, I want to talk to Mary instead."

Who will my kids play with?

So a friend of mine and I were talking last night... and both of us sort of realized an interesting problem in our lives. We are both the youngest, and we have nieces and nephews, and 2 of her brothers and 1 sister are probably completely done having kids. I think my brother is too, I don't know about my sister, but she lives in Idaho...


So who are my kids supposed to play with? Their nieces and nephews are going to be so much older than them. My brothers youngest is almost 2... and he has one due next month. So even if I get on the horse, get married in, lets say 6 months, and get pregnant right away, at the soonest, my first kid would come in more than a year.

I guess my kids could play with my friend kids. Most of my friends are just starting to have kids or are waiting for a while. Growing up, we always had this Aunt Billie, and I remember playing with her kids, and even though she was my mom's roommate in college and not really my aunt, we still called her Aunt Billie. So maybe my kids will have an Uncle Bryce, and Uncle Burns, and Aunt Merc. I like the sound of that already.

looking back at my previous postings, i sort of noticed that most of my blogs begin with so... looking through my journal i seem a similar pattern, so i decided to stop it , at least for this blog, then we'll see how i do later.

today i was at the bank depositing my cheque... and i noticed that the envelopes still taste like crap. I mean come on, we have modern technology. We can put a man on the moon, but we can't make envelopes taste good? couldn't 3M and Wonka hook up and make a Sprees flavored envelope? or maybe even Hostess and Mead and make a Twinky flavored one. We could even get creative and make one that tastes like dog ass so my dog would lick my envelopes closed for me... but God help me if i'm ever without a dog and have to lick it closed myself.

So come on paper companies, get with the picture, err flavor as it were.