Monday, October 30, 2006

Mushy Ooey Gooey Stuff

The time has come. I am going to talk about the man I am going to marry.
I am. So if you don't want to hear me all mushy ooey gooey, then stop reading. Right now. Just checking!

I met him at my last job. We actually started on the same day, in the same training class. He sat behind me, and I remember noticing him but thinking he was too old for me. (Eleven years in case you had to know) Hot, yes, but too old. Oh yeah, and I was technically a lesbian at that point. I noticed him at work, but I was in a relationship and I thought he was, so life was pretty uneventful.
So, six months later, things with Hex are bad. Feeling reckless one night after my relationship has ended, I am talking to him at my register. And I ask him out.
I felt so brave.
It felt wonderful. So we start dating and he helps me move into my new apartment. Then this happens and life is weird for awhile. Next, I come to my senses and move on to happily-ever-after. I know, you're wondering when I get to the juicy stuff...

The obvious thing is I am so attracted to him, it's crazy. I never thought I'd find a guy so darn hot. He's clean, oh, and he always smells so good! He loves soap, and is a germ-a-phobe. He doesn't have morning breath. I know, sounds untrue, but it's not.
He's kind to animals and children. He'd probably be kind to elderly people too, but we don't know any. He's perceptive. He notices things around him that other people just do not notice. Whether it's the way someone wears their hair, or something they said, or just an off-putting feeling, he gets it.
When he says he going to do something, he does it. When he says he can do something, he can. I was skeptical at first, but I am no longer so. If he says he can fix the toilet when someone flushes a mini can of room freshener down it...he can. He proved it. He can fix cars and put up shelves and help build houses and make dinner. He can tuck children in and have pillow fights and lift heavy stuff.
He likes to hold my hand. He tells me he loves me. He respects my intelligence, and he thinks I'm hot when I'm being particularly smart. He has a good sense of fashion. He understands my need for shoes. He likes tattoos. He loves my hair, and sometimes when he thinks I'm asleep I can feel him petting it. My hair.
He is generous with his money and his time. He gets frustrated with me because he is very neat, and I am...not. He gets frustrated by my inconsistencies and chaotic organization/organized chaos. He gets angry when I shut-down and act indifferent when faced with confrontation, but he understands why. He is annoyed when I let my children walk all over me, but he understands why.
He likes my body and doesn't ever talk about my losing a few pounds...well, not losing them, I mean. If I don't shave my legs for a few days, he doesn't bitch or complain. When I am stressed out from work, he is comforting and tells me things that not only make me feel better, but I know that he actually means them.
He gets along with my family. It's as if there was an empty spot on my bookshelf and he fit right in that spot. We have similar values, similar beliefs. The best thing, aside from the sex? (Oh come on, you knew I would mention that sooner or later!)
He makes me laugh. Oh, not to say he doesn't make me cry, but fercryinoutloud, how this man can make me laugh. Life is somehow clearer again, like when you upgrade televisions. I look forward to holidays, when for the past few years, I was ready to go "anti-holiday". Falling asleep next to him and waking up in the same way is something to be treasured. Thinking about how he will be the only person who holds me and makes love to me for the rest of uh--his life (he's older than me, c'mon) is something I look forward to.
All right, now I'm even getting mushy for me, and I'm such a musher.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Late and Elated

There's nothing like an old friend telling you she's pregnant to make me rush to take a birth control pill in the morning.
And that explains the crazy Cat Dreams I've been having...for some weird reason, I always dream of cats when someone close to me is preggo. They were odd cats though...but considering my two friends who have procreated, that makes sense now.
The best part? I'll finally have the complimentary title of "Auntie". Oh, yes, I will.

Friday, October 13, 2006

What My Friends Think Of Me

When my friend, Ina, is confronted with poop, she thinks of me. Really!
What can I say? I like to talk about it. It's delightful when someone is in obvious discomfort when confronted with the subject of their own waste. I don't mean in a rude, "poop-joke" way, just a nice lively discussion about what each and every one of us do. Every day. Sometimes even mutiple times.
It's okay that she remembers me when there's a poop issue. Whenever I am confronted with double-sided tape, I think of Ina. <-----That story continued another day...sshhh, don't tell.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Gotta' Love 'Em

Little J woke up this morning and said, "Mommy, I had a weird dream."
I asked her what it was about.
She said, "I don't want to talk about it. It was too long."

And that's all I got.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

I'm Home Sick

I came home sick today. Really, I am sick! But it's my own fault. Have I ever mentioned that I love Dutch Brothers Milky Way coffees? I'm sure I have...but have I mentioned they give me the trots? I have figured out how to combat the crapping by taking a Lactaid and an Immodium.

It was rainy this morning. It felt like a coffee day. I recently got a raise in pay, so I just happened to have some cash...and I bought a Milky Way. Mmmm! It was sooo tasty when I got it. It was tasty as I got to work and realized I had a meeting at 8:00am. It was tasty during the meeting while I was sitting forgetting to take the pills in my desk drawer. No Lactaid. No Immodium.
Bathroom time! Again! Again! Uh....better run, again! So I needed to come home to use my own bathroom. Plus, it's kinda' difficult to interview clients/customers when I feel like a could crap my pants at any second!!
So I took a picture of my socks for you. Just because I can. Notice my freakishly long second toe...

For Those Of You Who Were Wondering

Would you like to see my shoes? Of course you would! That tan shoe-holder has four more rows of cubbies on top. But I felt that I needed to show you the pile of shoes on the floor. And don't think that my shoes are mistreated, oh no! They are very happy on the soft carpet in a pile of shoe friends.

Here is a picture of a flower that came in a dozen from my fiance. The other day I helped(by 'help', I mean did it all) him with a shitload of legal paperwork, and when I came home from work, I felt he was properly grateful. In the flowers was a little card, and he had written me an original "Roses are red.." poem. If that wasn't enough, he satisfied my Scratcher Ticket urges with four or five tickets at which I won $20.

The last thing I will show you is set in my charming bathroom with a tub that needs cleaning. Here we have the Bathtub Pony Family. They spend their days watching over Little Yellow Bathtub pony, who is being held captive by Naked Barbie Whose Hair Reminds Me of Pubes. Rest easy, Bathtub Ponies.


For some reason, October second is my favorite day of the year. My favorite month and my favorite number makes it so, I guess. (October 22 is good too).
Anyhow, on October 2, 2006, Little J read me a book for the first time. A whole book without help. My favorite day was a little sweeter this year...