Peter Grant

It's about time I post about someone who I don't know what I would do without.  Someone who is there through thick and thin.  Someone who makes me smile with the greatest ease.  Someone who I can trust.  And someone who never ceases to amaze me.  The Dog Whisperer, Cesar Millan.  Okay, I'm kidding, but for real...Cesar is brilliant.

my baby blues. 

Monday, October 17th is Peter Grant Andrus's 25th birthday, so I wanted to finally take some time to write about the old man.  For those of you who don't know our story, I'll start from the beginning.  In the beginning God created the heavens and the Earth...okay. Maybe not THEE beginning, but OUR beginning.  The summer of 2008 I was living in Prescott, and a college teammate connected another college roommate/teammate, Karrie, with a place to sublease in St. Paul while she worked at her summer internship in Minneapolis.  The house was blocks away from the Hamline University campus, and Karrie's new roommates were all students at HU.  One summer evening, the sand volleyball team I played on was in dire need for some subs, specifically male subs; so I called Karrie and her 1412 Taylor Ave. roommates to the rescue.  Karrie delivered herself, and two other guys to play on our team for the night, and another guy for good measure. Mr. Good measure, Peter (sporting a FULL afro like head of curly/wavy hair and sweaty under armor from Football Conditioning moments earlier), posted up on the sidelines with a pitcher of beer and cheered us on.  It must have been shortly after that evening, that Karrie said, "Ya know....I think you and Pete should go out". I was very single and was game, after hanging out with Karrie and everyone 1412,  a few group outtings here and there, and some back and forth regarding arrangements I just told Karrie to give him my number.  I invited him to come with a friend of mine to River Falls Days, but he unfortunately had to work.  After giving him a hard time, he actually called in sick to work, and joined us.  We roamed around River Falls, talking, getting to know each other better, and eventually drove back to Prescott and stayed up talking into the wee morning hours.  Seriously.  I was working at the Hastings Dunn Bros at the time, and I maybe closed my eyes for 30 min before leaving to start my morning shift.  And yes, this farewell after long night, was the first kiss moment.

Soon enough, Peter and I went out on an official date. Our first date was supposed to be dinner and a movie, but as USUAL he was late (hehe, jk babe. I'm the one who is usually late), he picked me up and we headed off to the Drive Inn in Cottage Grove to see The Dark Knight.  It was the first night it was out, so the line was super long to get in, so we abandoned dinner plans and waited to get in the Drive Inn lot.  First dates can often have their awkward moments, and for Peter I think they pretty much included the fact that when we pulled up to the ticket booth we learned that they only take cash - therefore, luckily I was carrying cash, paid for our admission.  Not ideal situation for a guy who finally officially asked a girl out.  Not only did I pay for admission, I paid for our make shift Drive Inn dinner.  But it was worth it.  :)  We decided to skip the second movie and head back to Prescott, went on a walk around down town.  We were pretty much an unofficial item for awhile (and understand this is my side of the story), and then football season hit.  Like a ton of bricks.  We had been spending a lot of time together, and then suddenly, two-a-days, film, team, sleep, etc took over.  I tried to be patient and supportive, but there were some tough times.  Long story short, we were in different places, and were unable to really make things work.  But something about him just always stuck with me, and we remained close friends.

It was sometime in the late summer of 2009 and I had just moved to Eagan, and he worked just down the road a few miles from where I lived so he would stop by before or after work to chat.  I could tell something about him had changed, and that he wasn't just stopping platonically.  Sure enough, he admitted he wanted to give us another chance.  Although I was happy and flattered to hear him say this, I was hesitant because football season was yet again upon us.  Proceeding slowly over the next few months, I attended as many games and functions as I could, still as an unofficial item.  Holiday season approached, and we started to attend family holiday functions together.

Holiday love.

I have to tell a funny story however.  Peter is very casual and go with the flow; so much so, that when he brought me to the Richardson Family Christmas, he didn't exactly introduce me to everyone, and we hadn't given ourselves the official GF/BF title yet.  So one of his cousins asked me if I was there with, and a friend, of his Step-moms.  Peter was sitting about 5 feet away from me, I looked over at him, he looked at me with the deer in headlights look, and didn't say a word.  Ha!  Thanks for the help Peter.  Awkward.

Peter getting side tracked....go figure.

 Went up to Pinewood for New Years Eve and some snowmobiling for a few days, and it was there that we/I just decided to establish our official "Anniversary" as December 31st, 2009.  Simply because it would be easy for him to remember; which later turns out to be false, as he forgot last year.  We'll see if that happens again.  Ha. So approaching two years later (3 if you include our 'unofficial' year), he makes me laugh and smile more than ever.  Some days he drives me completely crazy, but 30 seconds later he does something that makes me forgive and forget his odd habits and behaviors.

I often refer to him as my 'over grown toddler'; because he is about 6-2, 250, but is so young at heart, and has such boyish 'charm'.  If you can call announcing "Fire in the hole!" before farting "charm".  Regardless, it makes me laugh every time.  Oh, and then shaking his butt like he has ants in his pants right after farting.  Yep ladies, he's all mine.  I'll have to post again later, with a list of all his "charming" behaviors; like pinching ME to make sure HE isn't dreaming.  But through ups and downs, thick and thin....I fall more in love with him everyday.  Doesn't mean I like him every moment of every day, especially when he is torturing and tickling me...but I sure do LOVE Peter Grant.  

First 'real' Vacation together.

Doing what he does best, Make me laugh.

Happy Birthday Weekend Punkin. (even though you probably have never read any of my blog, because you claim to not know how to find people's blogs - I love you anyway).