I'm Happy Where I'm At

April 05, 2011

Prepositional phrase be hanged. (or is it a dangling participle?)

As you can probably tell, I give my blog posts lots of thought before publishing them.  I don't just pound out some drivel, hit publish, and move on.  I think it out.  I plan.  I write draft after draft after draft, scrap the whole thing and start over again and then write several more drafts before each post is ready for publication.  Each post is, by anyone's standards, a short masterpiece and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Today though, I am just going to write it.  I've already typed in my title, which means I have a general idea of what I want to say, and so I am just going to start saying it, and see what comes out.  It should be a pretty exciting exercise.  Sort of like Jazzercise.

I am 33 now.  I am officially "Getting Old", there is no denying it.  The other day  I was thinking about guys that I used to date.  I totally do that all the time.  I was always into very active, outdoorsy guys, who like hiking and rock climbing and snow boarding, sitting in frozen lakes, or running directly up the side of a cliff or jumping out of a helicopter into a swimming pool.  Stuff like that.   Which is fine.  Whatever.  The problem was I just wasn't so much into that stuff.  I mean, it is fun to do sometimes.  Who doesn't love a good run up a cliff now and then?  They just aren't my passion.  But I felt like they should be.  So I always had to pretend like I actually cared about hiking boots and bike tires and stuff that I don't even want to type because it bores me so much.

Take What's-His-Name, that I dated in college.  He always acted like the day was a total waste if he wasn't out living it to death, by driving around in the mud in his truck, or riding his bike down the side of a building.  He had even arranged his schedule specifically so he could go skiing twice a week.  Which really doesn't sound bad in writing.  Richard, on the other hand, was working so hard in school that he barely had time to look at me.  What's-His-Name was trying to find a major that required the least amount of work, and always said he hoped his wife would want to be the bread winner so that he could stay home all day.  Gosh am I glad I didn't marry him.  That guy was a ding-a-ling.  And I mean that in the nicest possible way.

I should probably be completely honest at this point and say that me and What's-His-Name never actually dated.  He never kissed me or even held my hand or anything.  I think he might have been just a little bit gay, cuz look at me, I was gorgeous.


I guess the point is that I didn't really know what I was looking for, so I am so glad I just happened to find it.  I would have been miserable married to one of the guys I was usually interested in.  All of our money would have been spent on expensive crap from R.E.I and I would have had to spend every weekend carrying a 97 pound backpack through a river filled with alligators.  I admit these people do some very exciting things, but it exhausts me just thinking about it.   And yes, Richard would love to spend a lot of money at R.E.I too, but what he loves is camping, which for me means sitting around a campfire eating the food that HE cooked.  Nothing wrong with that.

While it is true that sometimes I wish I weren't quite so lazy, mostly I am just so glad that I get to be.  I like my husband and I'm glad he's mine and even though my house is messy I'm happy where I'm at.    And that is a nice place to be.

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9 comments

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  2. I have to say that Richard is far and away the best choice out of any of the beaus with whom I've seen you previously. So good job you and congratulations on having the good sense to marry someone who suits you so well.

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  3. My friend was dating Rulon Gardner at the same time she was dating another guys she wanted to marry. Let's just say she didn't end up marrying a 400 pound Potato Head.

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  4. It is great to be able to look back and be glad for the choices you made. Sometimes it takes 40 years to decide that, so you are already ahead of the curve.

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  5. Wow, I'd say this post is pretty masterpieceish even without all the rough drafts.

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  6. What a stunning picture of yourself! I hope none of your ex-boyfriends see this or they will start hunting you down. Actually, I hope Richard doesn't see this. I'm not sure his heart could withstand it.

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  7. You crack me up! Where in the world did you find those lovely silky panties? Hahahhah!

    The "outdoorsy" type do kind of have a way of making people feel guilty, don't they? Like the rest of us are bums for being content to stay inside the house a considerable portion of the day. I used to think I'd marry a guy like that.
    Phewf! Thank goodness I didn't!!!

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  8. Oh Elesa... I totally have had a moment like that where I thought back to my ex's and realized that who I married (even though I may not have realized it until after we were married) was truly the best kind of guy for me! I love this post... you do a great job just winging it!

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  9. I'm so glad that picture made it onto your blog! You are a stunner. I'm glad you didn't marry what's his name. No one can evil laugh like Richard. And that's really a talent you can't live without.

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