Well, please allow me to publicly announce to any fortunate souls (YOU) that have the extraordinary opportunity to view the GREATEST BLOG in the world, that Jamie is the greatest LASS (yes, Duncan, that means girl) in the world! Talk about creative genius and unrivaled wit! Even the name, (I admit with slight hesitance), is fabulous.
Jamie eloquently referenced the wherewith (a noun I've recently read multiple times in Mosiah which I will now use) through which most of our communication takes place, that being on our Verizon phones. We are VERY grateful for IN calling, and have spent up to SEVEN HOURS on the phone in a day. While we've been fortunate to have had many glorified days chasing adventure (adventure=birdwatching) and stretching our legs on some of the coolest hikes EVER, more time has been spent on the phone. The above picture shows where most of my communication with Jamie occurs, either talkin' to her while I'm tying fishing flies below my bed, or chatting on the phone at night while on my customized bed. The two hour time difference, for lack of a better word, stinks like rotting carcass. Here is a brief, yet amazingly descriptive, summary of how the majority of our calls go on an average day.
8:00 pm (eastern time) I call her
-I tell her how much I miss her
-I see what she's doing
-I ask how her day has been
-she tells me how much she misses me
-she asks me what I'm doing (usually tying flies)
-she asks me how my day has been
-she tells me the string cheese trivia question of the day (The answer is 'cats' more often than not)
-I tell her about any dream I had the previous night
-she tells me about a dream if she can remember it
-then there is the long pause where we just kind of daydream about being with each other, missing each other like virginians miss teeth.
-we then try and attempt to convince one another that we each miss the other more
-I won't tell you where the conversations go from there, cause I'm not generally perceived to be a cheese ball, and would prefer to protect my image of macho masculinity. (Yes, I realize that my name on this site is 'Kevypoo', and that it's just a broken shell of an image any more).
Anytime between 10:30 and 12:00- we force ourselves to say goodnight.
Occasionally, we'll spice it up, and will go on 'phone dates' where we'll each go to the nearest Dairy Queen and eat ice cream together, or other various activities, but that pretty much covers the day to day relationship that I've been extremely blessed and fortunate to have with Jeebers. Oh, if you haven't put in an idea for our background, DO IT!!
6 comments:
Not so bad in the creativity and wit department yourself, Kevin. Appears to be a good match, I'm thinking.
Our next-door-neighbor would be envious of the fly-tying set up under your bed, Kevin! He, too, is an avid fly fisherman and dentist. Well, an orthodontist, actually (dentist, orthodontist---it's all about the teeth, right?) so there must be some weird connection between teeth and flies that, until now, I've only heard in reference to happy motorcyclists. When and how did the dental profession become so entwined with fly fishing? Must be something to do with the accute manual dexterity you all possess. As for our neighbor, I think he had to move his fly tying shop out from under his bed when he got married. I'm just sayin'. Funny blog!
Kevin, you have such ingenuity! Gaining square footage in your room by working under your bed, simply because of your passion... for ‘Fly Tying,’ shows how far you will go for the WOMAN/Passion in your life. (It was hard for us to imagine how you were going to lift your queen size bed up off the ground, because you needed added space.)
Jamie, this guy knew a good, no great thing when he found you, we'd say he is a totally LSF...he will do any thing for you, if there’s a way for it to be done ( morally & ethically:) he will do it...
Hi there Kev! I couldn't stop myself from checking you and Jamie out on your blog. You can thank your sister for opening this world up to me. Anyway, She is so CUTE! I am so happy for you. You are pretty cute yourself although I'm afraid you've almost crossed out of the realm of "macho masculinity" :) Still very manly just with a side of cheese. (Possibly well deserved, who am I to judge?)
You and Jamie are both so wickedly funny as you describe your tragic predicament, but truthfully it makes me a little sad!! I can’t wait to read about the times when you get to hold her hand while eating those sundaes at the DQ. I am keeping an eye on the countdown ticker at the bottom of the page.
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