Monday, March 30, 2009

Tricky Texts

I volley between calling the love of my life "Tricky" or "Mr. Blueberry Pancakes" but just so you know, I'm talking about the same guy.

Tricky got a new phone about a month ago. We call it the Play Phone, as it looks and feels like a toy and is pretty wimpy, technologically speaking. (Though it does have a nifty little built-in flashlight feature which is rather handy!) In any case, texting on the Play Phone is not so easy.

For example: Mr. Blueberry Pancakes sends me a fabulous little love text - or sweet what-not, as he calls them - one night while I am away for work in Omaha. Ahhhh, how fantastic and wonderful my boyfriend is, missing me from over in Denver and texting to tell me so.

Barely a minute went by before I got another message from him that says "Just sent that to my dad." (HAHA!!)

Example 2: while making weekend plans last Friday, I watch Tricky text one of our friends the following:

"Pushing for tail on saturday"

WHAT!?!?! Oh yes, I did scream that loudly. Tricky went white and started stammering "VAIL! VAIL!!! My phone tries to guess what I'm typing and it picked 'tail' instead of the V for Vail!"

It takes all of 3 seconds before we are crying with laughter. Lucky for him, I know he's an angel and this is the case! But our friend does not and writes back "tail or vail? I know Liz has been gone for a while..."

Incidentally we met those friends to ski at Vail that Saturday and we laughed the whole afternoon referring to it as "Tail Mountain." ;) I kinda like Tricky's inability to text well on the phone. Between sending love notes to his dad and telling his friends he's pushing for tail, the Play Phone has proved to be pretty entertaining!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Time Flies...

My dad died 2 years ago today. TWO YEARS! Time really flies!

I miss my dad. But there are benefits to his death. It’s funny but they really are your parents until the day they die. Then all your decisions become your own. You can’t blame them for not letting you do something, for forcing you to do something, for talking you into or out of doing something. And you don’t have to justify your decisions to them - not once they are dead. You also don’t have to suffer their judgment of your actions.

But you also don’t get to have them around to see you get married or watch your kids grow up. You don’t have them around to tell you they think what you did/are doing is great. You don’t have them around to take trips with, to talk to about work, to ask what they did in a similar situation. They’re just gone.

My dad always used to say “You’re on your own, kid.” Well, now I really am and I kind of like it. But given the choice I wish he were still around.

Rest in peace, Dad - I'm doing just fine and I thank you for all you did to get me here.