Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 
Matching Bride & Handkerchief...

Fiance.

I've been trying out that word a lot in the past day or two, and discovering that it really sounds and feels different from saying "girlfriend."

Fiance has such a strange, new ring to it. There is an undeniable feeling of taking a new step forward in the hopscotch of life. It's uncharted, not entirely unexpected, and will probably prove to be exciting in any event. I have to say that after seeing and reading of so many failures in relationships, marriages and love these days, I'm not without my concern. Yet I'm not without great optimism and hope in what Melissa and I share together lasting until the ends of our days.

Or until I'm old and senile and forget that I have pants, let alone a wife.

It won't be this week that it all happens. It may not be this month. Heck, it may even take a year or so to pass before the actual ceremony occurs. But this is our commitment to each other, and the promise that one day it will happen. I'm thrilled to know that Melissa wants to wear our engagement ring. Likewise she's thrilled that I opted to not tattoo "Melissa" and "Phillip" in big black letters on each of my thighs.

I'm sure that in the future both Melissa and I will ask ourselves, "Just what did I see in you, and why did I agree to this?" There will be all sorts of fun, wanted and unwanted, as we prepare a wedding and adjust to living together. All these adult things are necessary, and can come in due time. I'll be ready to tackle them.

But for the moment, let me bask in this child-like awe and wonder at what it means to have a fiance.


posted by Phillip at 2:08 PM

 
Back to our regularly-scheduled nowhere....

Well, after days of discovering that there is in fact an edge of the world, and that you can bungee-jump off it for only $20 a flying leap, I have returned to my little bit of nowhere to bring you all an important announcement: I'm currently not wearing any boxer shorts. For that matter, neither am I wearing any briefs. This is a rather sad moment for me, since I have 7 pairs of boxer shorts and one pair that have been designated my "emergency" shorts. The emergency boxers are always at the bottom of the stack, and when they become visible (ie., they are now at the top of the stack, namely because they alone are the stack) it means that I must wash my laundry.

Circumstances currently being what they are--unexpected and changing pretty much from one day to the next--I was unable to give my laundry the desperate sacred cleansing it required, and now my emergency boxers have joined their well-worn comrades. So I feel it safe to warn you: as I write this post, I have been forced to go commando. But at least I'm still wearing my pants!

(My girlfriend expresses her disappointment that my loins are still being girded by my pants, but sadly you can't please everyone)

posted by Phillip at 8:12 PM

 
Yesterday found my girlfriend Melissa and I having a rollicking session of afternoon tea and Super Smash Brothers tournament with our friends. I highly recommend combining socialising with seeing Kirby beat the snot out of Bowser, Samus and Zelda. Granted Melissa was Kirby, so perhaps I'm biased in giving that as an example. Sadly though my cute little pixelated ass was handed to me repeatedly whenever I played.

Why is it that when you choose Pikachu and Jigglypuff as your fighters, everyone seems to join forces in mopping you across the playing field?

So, unable to prove my combat skills, I decided to join the ladies as they sat down to cookies and lemon squares, and discussed how to properly cross-dress as males. This unto itself doesn't worry me. Those who know me well enough know that I would not have even blinked. What does, however, worry me is that I had no real advice to give them on how to look (and perhaps even act) like a guy.

So here is my attempt to reassert my 'Y' chromosome.

I am a man of many things. I am a man of action, but not an international man of mystery. I am a man of my word, and with any luck I even know how to spell whatever word that happens to be. I am a gentleman when I need to be, a scholar when I want to be, and a lover most hours of the day (except from the hours of 4-6 in the morning).

Is this enough> Maybe, maybe not. But I will state this: most importantly of all I'm a man who doesn't leave the toilet seat up.


posted by Phillip at 4:00 PM