After ten years, three alone on this particular case, my boyfriend is finally, FINALLY off of probation! What a glorious day! No more biweekly visits to Salem District Court (or Boston Municipal, or Malden District, or Lynn District… dating a “bad boy” can be a chore sometimes), no more court dates, no more piss tests, no more knotted stomachs… yep, today is a good day.

I asked my boyfriend last week what one says to his or her probation officer on their last day. It’s sort of awkward, if you think about it. This person is literally in charge of your life for however many years and then, all of a sudden, they’re out of your life (hopefully) forever.

To say goodbye, my boyfriend got his probation officer a musical card that plays The Pointer Sisters’ “I’m So Excited” when you open it. Mr. Probation Officer tried to play it off as nothing, saying for a minute he thought it was a bomb, but I know, in private, he laughed his ass off.

I’m proud to announce that an essay I wrote for my little sister garnered her an “A” in class… an essay that took me all of 15 minutes to research and write. I’m so awesome, it’s sickening.

Of course, my celebration over my latest “A” was met with judgment by my boyfriend. “Oh, look at little Miss Goody Goody doing something bad!” Is it really that bad though? I mean, my sister and I worked on it together, sort of. I was explaining to her what I was writing. She learned something, in between text messages, I’m sure. And you’re telling me millions of parents don’t do their kids’ homework in a jam?

My dad did a book report for me when I was in the fifth grade (his first “A” ever, actually). He was psyched when he learned that I had to write a book report on a science fiction book, my least favorite genre. The Sunday before it was due, we decided I should “read” Battlestar Galactica since it was his favorite TV show (the Lorne Greene version with its campy special effects, not the new, stylized, politico version).

My mom, of all people, even got into the homework biz when she made me a diorama on Native Americans that I had to do for class (I think that was fifth grade, too).

I don’t have kids so my 14-year-old sister is the closest I get (well, not counting the boyfriend’s kid. I’m super step mommy). And if she would rather socialize over the weekend than write an essay, who am I to judge? At that age I was doing far worse things. *shiver* So boyfriend can shut his judgmental mouth.

2008, a/k/a The Worst Year EVAH, can’t end soon enough and just like much of the year, its last day is also a disappointment. Heavy snow is forcing almost everyone to stay home tonight except for the most ardent drunks. Luckily, Boyfriend won a bottle of champagne at his family’s Christmas Yankee Swap and we’re getting Chinese food (which we had to order at like 2 p.m.) and if I try really hard, I might be able to stay awake long enough to make it to midnight.

Today my boyfriend and I celebrate our third anniversary. Lucky for him, he’s off the hook with having to wine and dine me tonight thanks to the NFL schedulers who put the Patriots-Colts match-up on tonight.

So what has three years with my boyfriend been like?

Well, it’s gone by quickly, I can tell you that.

He makes me laugh a lot. For example, he’s had me laughing for the last week or two over his Shaq-Kobe-rap impression.

We still don’t fight much although we did get into a fight the other morning over pancakes. I guess when a couple is in sync like we are, the only things left to argue about are really stupid things like pancakes.

He has fully accepted my love for the New England Patriots.

He does need to work on his willingness to kill bugs for me. When I see a spider, I usually have to scream for at least five minutes before he sighs and gets up to kill it. It’s a requirement that I will not compromise.

Overall, a good boyfriend. Let’s hope the next three years are good too!

And let’s hope the Patriots can pull out a victory in Indianapolis tonight!

It’s November and you know what that means… once again I will take a stab at NaBloPoMo! Yeah, I might just be insane, seeing as I’ve struggled to update this site at all in the last few months.

So what do I get if I complete the month of November and post something here every single day? Squat. Bragging rights maybe, although I don’t think many people in my life give two shits about whether I blog everyday. No matter, it gives me something to focus on besides football, knitting, school work, work work, etc.

Now, if only the Boyfriend would give me a moment of peace to write something…

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