Boyfriends, There When You Need Them, and Make Fun of You After

So, over this beautiful fall weekend in Nebraska, (Where the wind always blows, and the rain always pours, ugh!) my dear grandmother wanted her family to come and help her move. When we arrived we expected that more people from our loving family would be at my grandma's house helping her move out all the stuff out of her house. But, oh no, this was not true. The rest of my family decided they wanted to bail that day. The only people that did come, however, we the people that weren't related to my grandma at all. Those in attendance were, my mom, Mike, a close family friend, Mikey, close family friend and son of Mike, my brother, who is the laziest person in the world, and myself, who just didn't want to be there becuase I am opposed to my grandma's moving in the first place (She's leaving me for Hawaii. Her husband is currently located down there working in his civilian job for the military and he wasn't supposed to be assigned down there for another 3 years anyways.. I don't care if she misses her husband! The point is...SHE'S LEAVING ME FOR HAWAII!).



Since my mom had an apparent lack of help, she decided to give my boyfriend a call. This was not something she wanted to do because she didn't want to call up my boyfriend just to ask for his manual laboring skills. In the end, she knew it would make me happy because she made me blow off my plans to hang out with him that weekend and I was really mad at her so she gave him a call.



The phone call went something like this:



Hi, Taylor (Yep, that's his name. Isn't it cute!)

Hello, Samone.

Watcha up to.

Nothing. How bout you.

Just trying to move boxes at my grandmas house. But I cant do much becuase we don't have the people that were supposed to be here, here.

And you want me to come over and help don't you?

You are so psychic. And I would really love you forever. Well, more likely that my mom would love you even more, but I would love you becuase you came over so that I could stare at you while you lifted large and heavy objects that I don't want to move.

I have that effect on people. But you just don't want to do any work. *sigh* Yeah I'll go.

Ohhh! I love you forever. My mom's on her way riiight aboouuutt now.

Ok. Let me shower. Bye I love you.

I love you, too.



This is how I know I have the best boyfriend in the world. He can read me like an open book, even over the phone. He's magical.



Anyways, he came over and he met the friends of the family, was lectured about the importance of keeping me safe and happy by Mike (Mikes like 40-something and is like a father figure so he can do that), wrestled Mikey in our livingroom,and was dubbed an honorary new-kid-to-beat-up(Mikey is 28 and has beat up me and my brother since like birth. He believes he's had the right to since he change our diapers when my brother and I were babies. So, I let him get away with it because he's fun). It's safe to say that my family loves Taylor.



When we started moving furniture out of the house, excited me go to watch Taylor walk in and out of the house to carry couches into the UHaul. When I finally decided to get off my butt and help, I grabbed a rather large television. It wasn't that the TV was heavy really that made me almost fall, but my lack of ability to see anything that was less than 3 feet in front of me. Nevertheless, I tripped, but I did not fall thanks to my wonderful Knight in shining armour, who at that time was expecting me to fall becuase I am just so dang clumsy. So there he was, right in front of me, ready to catch the TV and me from what could have like been both the Tv and mine's certain death. He took the TV, put it in the truck, and came back to check on me to see if I was alright. When I went back in, I heard Mike tell Taylor that he was doing a good job and that he "approves." So I yelled at him because I knew that he was trying to keep me from hearing that. I can't have family freaking out my boyfriend. It's been a pretty solid 10 months, I don't want to ruin now. So after about 5 hours and 12 more trips up and down stairs, we were finally done for the day and as a treat, went to see Paranormal Activity.



That movie was pretty intense, no lie. And I'm not one to get scared my horrer films or anything like that. I screamed twice during that movie and flinched 3 times. That's a record. I thought having my boyfriend next me would've taken some of that away. But no. I ended up screaming at a part that I didn't even feel was that scary, but I had to scream because everyone else around me was screaming. And he started laughing. That Jerk whom I love so much.

He made fun of me the entire way home. Which caused me to end up back handing his chest all the way home. And a very lovely bruise the next day.
Oh, I love that kid.

Ciao,
Samone In Love