any time zulieka blogs, we are all better for it

this is the beginning of her post tonight:

When we argue, about the most inane petty problems you can imagine, I feel that bits of my life are being shaved off, and the shavings are falling through a grill, and down under that grill the heaps of spent shavings make a hell. Ha, we are spending our life shavings.

it only gets better, read the rest here

in it she questions whether people grow and change when they are in relationships.

i know i change. perhaps devolve is the word.

i know i adjust to whatever the girl has to offer.

but usually i just get lazy.

theres date tony who is amazing. but relationship tony is boring and lame.

when im madly in love i stop writing, i stop blossoming, i just want to sink in to the love and stay there.

i wanna watch movies at home on the couch. i for sure never wanna go out.

i wanna just hold hands and find out every nook and cranny of the gf and make that my world.

its super unhealthy and not every woman is ready for it which is probably why it never works out.

in life we need balance. a healthy diet. a wide range of outside influences and experiences.

and some of those experiences are better lived alone – minus the better half. omg.

but try telling that to some people and you’ll get a frying pan to the noggin.

anyway i think i change way more when im single than when im partnered up.

which maybe is a sad revelation.

things my mom says

misters in the bleachers

“we dont have any junk food in the house. what would you like me to pick up?”

“before you go to the Cubs game, dont forget to bring a sweater. it can get cold by the lake.”

“i can hear that perfectly” (complaining that the Wiz Khalifa tune “Black and Yellow” is chock full of n-bombs.)

“i cant believe none of those California girls have gotten you into fruits yet.”

“don’t you want this light on? no?” flips it on anyways.

“put that plunger in your bathroom. we’re having issues.”

“do you want some potato salad to eat as you watch your nephew take his tennis lesson?”

“maybe when i come back you’ll be finished reading your iPad.”

“drink some of this apple juice, it expired yesterday.”

sweet home chicago

wrigley scoreboard

the crazy thing is i think about the cubs and wrigley field every day.

multiple times a day.

so youd think that my mind would build it up to be bigger than it really is

and that nothing could live up to the expectations and fantasies that i have about it.

yet last night in the bleachers with my oldest fried drinking old styles eating hot dogs

eating nachos talking to red sox fans

with my shirt off

on a warm summer night in chicago

was the absolute definition of perfection.

i need to do this way more often.

and theres no way im gonna let SIX YEARS slip by without coming here again.

me at wrigley

and yes i brought my glove.

and i also brought a cheater ball in case i caught a home run ball hit by the red sox

so that i could throw back the cheater ball

and bring home the home run ball