The Life I Lead

The other evening started off in much the same way that all evenings start off in our home. Matt was practicing his wrestling skills on me putting me in a headlock, picking me up and throwing me on the bed.

 Performing the always interesting flying elbow in my direction and power bombing me on the couch.

 I was busy telling him about my day as he was doing all of this and just going with the flow as I once again become his little wrestling doll for as long as needs until our daily at home wrestling show is complete.

These practices usually only happen in the privacy of our own home and never result in real injury (he is that good) and I always walk away unscathed and go about my merry way.

Well, after arriving at the gym a short while after practice, matt decides that we should go public with the Alyssa and matt wrestling show. Why he felt the need to put the moves on me in the gym, ill never know but as I put my weights away, I find myself again in the ever familiar head lock.

A trainer close by looks over quizzically probably thinking ‘what the heck is happening’ and considering whether or not to rescue me.

I give him a ‘hey-how ya doin-no worries-just a headlock- do da do do-this is normal-I swear! type of look.’

Then I notice some of the students from a boxing class at the other end of the gym, watching as my arm is twisted behind my back in the common “chain wrestling” move.

I give the class a wink, try to look all calm and give them my very best  ‘hey guys-lookin good-don’t worry-this is normal-keep pumpin the iron-keep punching those bags-good on ya-hehe’ look and wait for Matt to finish the latest series of moves.

“Hey babe, uh maybe this isn’t the very best thing to do in public” I say as my arm is twisted over my head. “Fake punching me probably is not the greatest public display of affection you could come up with.” I whisper to my wrestler.

“Why not??” Matt asks as he fake kicks me in the gut. I bowel over pretending I’m hurt (I’m a real good sport and always play along).

“Well ‘cause everyone is looking at us and well, we don’t want to promote like, fake abuse and stuff” I say.

“It’s all good-just pretend, now look ouuuuut!”

I see an arm coming for me as I prepare to fall back from my pretend clothesline…….

Just another day in the life.

Yes, this is the life I lead.

 

As we pack up our things and prepare to sell what we can-anyone need new clothes? Couches? A bed? Dresser? I can’t help but feeling sentimental about the first apartment Matt and I have shared together.

We have lived in it for almost 3 years now. There have been some great times in this little place. Some great memories.

This is the place we have been poor. We have been rich (not). We have grown up in our relationship as a couple. Gotten in arguments. Made up.

It’s a place where there have been family Christmases, cramming 10 or more people in these little rooms. There have been thanksgiving dinners where I cooked my very first turkey (I rock by the way-thank you www.howtocookaturkey.com!).

It’s in this place, that we have gone from using a futon as a dining room table to finally upgrade to a plastic table and borrowed chairs (thank you homeless shelter) to finally hitting the jackpot and having a new, solid oak table with matching chairs!(Thanks Ma!)

 We have gone from (together) sitting on one lawn chair in the living room watching a 13 inch television that was occasionally in black and white. To having not only a couch but also a loveseat AND a 50” flat screen television.

We have laughed here. We have cried here.

I have dropped and spilled countless items of food, makeup, lotion, nail polish, cleaners and drinks on these floors.

I have blackmailed Matt into helping me clean up the countless items of food, makeup, lotion, nail polish, cleaners and drinks that I have dropped on these floors.

We have watched hours of television here, we have worked out here.

We have become different people here. Older, better, stronger people here.

I will miss this ol place and the fridge that makes its loud banging noises that Matt swears is normal.

The washing machine that always always eats my 2 bucks and never works!

The shower that constantly leaks and creates a kiddie pool on our bathroom floor most days of the week.

The fighting neighbors that always feel the need to get in arguments at the ungodly hours of 2, 3 and 4 in the morning.

It’s been fun-it’s been a blast!

Soon on to new things. Bigger things. Better things.

A new life for me and my love!