things that drive me crazy about jonno:
- he leaves empties everywhere. empty tubs of peanut butter, empty cartons of milk, empty bottles of shampoo. there’s nothing like going to use some clingfilm/margarine/coffee only to find a container full of air.
- he kicks me in his sleep. rhythmically. he’s got periodic limb movement disorder, which means that just as i’m ready to fall asleep… i get kneecapped. it does not make for restful nights.
- he smokes. i’ve been trying to get him to quit for years, but no dice. my favourite is when he has a cigarette right before climbing in bed.
- he’s immensely cheery when he’s hungover. no matter how rough the night before was, he springs out of bed in a sprightly, hypermaniacally happy manner. when i can barely open my eyes, it makes me want to strangle him.
things that drive me crazy about jonno:
- he makes me belly-laugh, every goddamn day. it’s a kooky, goofy side that he keeps private, but when we’re alone together, his offbeat sense of humour is infectious, and it makes my life immensely richer.
- he is loyal to a fault. family and friends always come first, and those priorities are crystal clear for him. moreover, not only does he put up with my crazy family, but he actually likes and values them – and the feeling is mutual. that makes all the difference.
- when he wakes up in the morning, with his sleepy eyes and tousled hair, i can see the little kid he used to be. and it makes my heart melt.
- he’s driven to achieve the things that are important to him. for nearly two years now, he’s been studying for an accountancy diploma via online coursework. at home, evenings and weekends, he’s been turning down social engagements, and studying his little brains out with a discipline i am in awe of. and he finally received his diploma, just the other day. i couldn’t be prouder.
- he is steady and calm and unfazed by all my insanity. he is kind and good to the core. he always does the right thing. he is a better cat parent than me. he has the most wonderful eyes.
i love the hell out of that guy.
happy anniversary to us! five years down, only 45 to go.
]]>oh! those early emails! they so perfectly reflect that time of falling in love – falling, tumbling, helplessly, eagerly. the intense desire to both know and reveal everything, the apetite for the most personal details, the willing offering of scars and trust. the awkwardness of trying to figure out where all the pieces fit together, the coupling of couplehood, negotiating boundaries in a tangle of limbs and emotions. it makes my heart hurt to read them, they’re so raw, so needy, so vulnerable, so tentative, all at once. shyly reaching out a hand, the electricity when warm fingers meet and wrap firmly around your own. that freshness of desire that it always feels like you must be the *very first people* to ever discover. that this love is like no other love which has ever been, obliterating all past hurts, blocking out the past like it never was.
it all fades, of course. the rhythms and grooves become comfortably worn. as partners, you map out the terrain of smooth highways, rocky detours and dangerous relationship landmines to be traversed. the small triangle of freckles on their shoulder becomes as familiar to you as your own skin, habits and patterns fitting neatly into the shared life you construct together. the experiences melding together to become something thick and rich and deep with time. and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, really you wouldn’t.
but oh! those early emails! preserving in clumsy words the overwhelming excitement and nervousness of discovering a soul which complements yours so well. i thank god for those emails that, in their own fumbling, bumbling way, stand as record of a heady time we can never recapture, but which i can revisit with just a trip through my inbox.
you and i – wilco
]]>he spent his entire lunch hour looking at cats in halloween costumes. (he’s convinced we’re going to get zeke into a pumpkin outfit!)
jonno: “would you like to be a punk, zeke?”
zeke: *meow*
(i swear to god, they actually do “talk” to each other. funniest thing i’ve ever seen.)
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Like this posttomorrow (today) marks exactly 5 years that you and i have been together, four years that we’ve been married.
tonight, i’m sitting here watching a nature special about cassowaries with you. you’re doing a running commentary, as you do: “look at the little fuzzy chickies”, “ooh, he’s doing a jump!”, “that bird could eat little zekie”. i yell at you often when you do that, because you talk so much i can’t even hear the television – but really, i find it incredibly endearing and entertaining.
five years on, i love you more than ever. i know you probably don’t believe it – after all, i’m hardly as gushy as i was before. but the highs and lows have smoothed out into a steady, rhythmic, comforting pulse. a presence i rely on like air.
and yet you still manage to surprise me with the small tendernesses that catch my heart unawares. the other night i came to bed and found you’d thoughtfully turned on my electric blanket for me so i had toasty sheets. me, with my reptilian circulation that you endlessly complain about.
and while it doesn’t sound like much, compared to flowery poetry and professions of love… it is, in fact, everything.
you are the endearing, entertaining, tender and surprising constant of my life. thank you.
such a smart boy.
]]>me: c’mere a second.
i grab my sweater shaver and begin attacking him with it.
him: but this is my kurt cobain look! you’re spoiling it!
me: so this is deliberate fashion on your part?
him: yes. if dave grohl ever dropped by, there would be no sex for you!!
]]>my mouth drops open, agog at the amazing feats of mid-air acrobatics.
me: wow…..wow…*wow*!!! did you see that?!?
jonno: i can do that.
me: (dripping sarcasm) reeeeeally.
jonno: (earnestly) oh yes! i just decided to let other people have a chance this year.
]]>it didn’t work. but he did try, bless.
]]>and so what else is he to do? it’s too much temptation and jonno cannot help himself. tonight’s grand finale was liberally peppered with comments from the peanut gallery.
j: “that ice cream is so smooth, i want to rub it on my balls and play with myself.”
j: “that mousse is so light, i want to paint it on my nipples and have someone lick it off.”
j: “that chocolate is so rich, i want to dribble into my own buttcrack.”
his sense of humour is so terribly sophisticated.
new order – bizarre love triangle
three years ago, we stood on a beach with the sun setting and promised to stick together like glue. promised that no matter what this crazy world throws at us, we’ve got each other, and nothing else matters. then we tested that by travelling around this crazy world.
happy anniversary, babe. i love you more than you could ever know.
crowded house – fall at your feet
From: J
Sent: 14 December 2007 11:42
To: J
Subject: I’m the hip-hopapotamus ***My day was going well I thought, I was feeling pretty happy
Its almost the weekend I thought, today will not be cr*ppy
When suddenly my ears flexed and my stomach wrenched in pain
For from across the office came the dreaded phrase ‘to which it appertains’
I feel like saying ‘Over-using words like that just shows a lack of class’
‘So why don’t you stop it before I shove this Collins up your….’
*** if you don’t get the reference, check here. hell, check it even if you do get it!
]]>jonno: you know what i wonder? you watch that whole movie and they never once mention the word “statutory”.
*yes, a whole reality show based on “dirty dancing”. go figure.
]]>all this is news to me. i never knew he spent every lunch hour going down to the pond, sitting and contemplating in the fresh air. he’s been doing this for over a year now, and never breathed a word – in all the times i’ve asked him about his work, he’s never once mentioned this quiet, private ritual of his day.
this is one of the small marvels of love – that every day, he continues to reveal facets of himself i have not yet seen, like unfolding petals. that i can continue to be surprised by this person i think i know so well. that i can be struck by the mystery that is this man i married. that he can let me in on intimate little secrets about his internal life that i never would have guessed.
that i can feel tenderness well up inside me, like a brave wondrous thing, new to the world again. that he can make me feel that way, all these years later.
it is nothing less than a miracle.
]]>j often gets unbelievably amiable when drunk – telling bad jokes, insisting on making cups of tea, etc. jonno also gets completely obsessed with the cat when drunk. i mean, won’t stop picking him up, trying to cuddle him, holding long one-sided conversations with him. it’d be really cute if it wasn’t so incredibly annoying, and i have to say, the cat didn’t like it much either… or at least that’s what i garnered from the fact he was trying to hide under my chair, and the strangled meows every time j squished him close to his chest, in a scene which called to mind the character lennie from “of mice and men”. the rspca would have been appalled.
i have a hunch someone will have a sore head in the morning.
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