Silly me, I thought I was done with all the drama, chaos, and bullshit, because I was done with The Boy. He had other ideas. I'm so very glad I am dating an adult now.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
drama
Well of course I spoke too soon.
Silly me, I thought I was done with all the drama, chaos, and bullshit, because I was done with The Boy. He had other ideas. I'm so very glad I am dating an adult now.
Silly me, I thought I was done with all the drama, chaos, and bullshit, because I was done with The Boy. He had other ideas. I'm so very glad I am dating an adult now.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
zapped
Saturday! I have been looking forward to today all week. Not only am I not at work, but TheGuy is coming home from a trip out of state and I get to squeeze him soon. Things are progressing along, and I can honestly say I am happy. Deep down, in my soul, at peace, where I am supposed to be, happy. I think I would be even if he WEREN'T in the picture, because after the break-up with The Boy I was getting there, and excited about what this year had in store, but having TheGuy in my life has added to it, and I can't stop smiling. I'm a little worried that not having any strife, chaos, or drama in my life may mean I will no longer feel the need to write, but I guess only time will tell. I may have to start being more observant of other peoples' crazy lives and get more creative overall...but for now, back to me, and my happiness (you just threw up in your mouth a little didn't you?).
One of the things that has me the happiest is his acceptance of my crazy planning. Smash and I are already planning Christmas and he is on board. I am already planning Disney (which we have officially moved to November so that TheGuy can go) and he is ok with it. He actually went to the Disney web site and looked at our options, ON HIS OWN...I have WON the man lottery.
So, speaking of Disney, November it is, and now I am even more excited about this year's trip because TheGuy has never been. I am taking a first timer; I get to re-live that "first time magic" all over again. I'm pretty sure he won't cry as we drive through the gates, when he hears "Welcome Home!" and as he walks down Main Street, the first time, like I did, but it should be magical nonetheless. We are planning on going all out...deluxe accommodations (I have fingers crossed for Wilderness Lodge), deluxe dining plan, the whole deal-e-o. I MAY even let him take me out on our first date and send the Pea to a kid's club...or not, since I just shivered as I wrote that. What is it with me and dates?! Jeez.
The Pea wants to eat in Cinderella Castle and go to the Hoop Dee Doo Revue; I want to try Artist Point and Biergarten. Not sure how it will all play out yet, but I think we can squeeze it in. In the meantime, I have another trip coming up, IN A MONTH, and (maybe because it is already planned and I have nothing more to do but wait?) I am not all that excited yet. Weird. We have some great dinners scheduled: LaHacienda during Illuminations so we aren't outside fighting the crowds for a view and 1900 Park Fare so we can see those Step Sisters we missed at Christmas; we love Epcot and being there during the Flower and Garden Festival should be amazing; we are going on an adventure, just the two of us, and we always love that. I hope as it approaches to get more excited.
For now, however, I am excited about what I have planned for tonight, so I need to get the hell off of this computer and upstairs to my shower. I have some personal grooming to do...which should be interesting since my laser hair removal "consult" turned into "oh, ok, we can do that today? Uhhhh, sure..."and I just got the hoo-ha zapped. More on that adventure later...
One of the things that has me the happiest is his acceptance of my crazy planning. Smash and I are already planning Christmas and he is on board. I am already planning Disney (which we have officially moved to November so that TheGuy can go) and he is ok with it. He actually went to the Disney web site and looked at our options, ON HIS OWN...I have WON the man lottery.
So, speaking of Disney, November it is, and now I am even more excited about this year's trip because TheGuy has never been. I am taking a first timer; I get to re-live that "first time magic" all over again. I'm pretty sure he won't cry as we drive through the gates, when he hears "Welcome Home!" and as he walks down Main Street, the first time, like I did, but it should be magical nonetheless. We are planning on going all out...deluxe accommodations (I have fingers crossed for Wilderness Lodge), deluxe dining plan, the whole deal-e-o. I MAY even let him take me out on our first date and send the Pea to a kid's club...or not, since I just shivered as I wrote that. What is it with me and dates?! Jeez.
The Pea wants to eat in Cinderella Castle and go to the Hoop Dee Doo Revue; I want to try Artist Point and Biergarten. Not sure how it will all play out yet, but I think we can squeeze it in. In the meantime, I have another trip coming up, IN A MONTH, and (maybe because it is already planned and I have nothing more to do but wait?) I am not all that excited yet. Weird. We have some great dinners scheduled: LaHacienda during Illuminations so we aren't outside fighting the crowds for a view and 1900 Park Fare so we can see those Step Sisters we missed at Christmas; we love Epcot and being there during the Flower and Garden Festival should be amazing; we are going on an adventure, just the two of us, and we always love that. I hope as it approaches to get more excited.
For now, however, I am excited about what I have planned for tonight, so I need to get the hell off of this computer and upstairs to my shower. I have some personal grooming to do...which should be interesting since my laser hair removal "consult" turned into "oh, ok, we can do that today? Uhhhh, sure..."and I just got the hoo-ha zapped. More on that adventure later...
Monday, February 20, 2012
happy
Ahhh, another holiday Monday. I seriously wish ALL Mondays were holidays (would we all start hating Tuesdays? Perhaps). I am home and my Pea is in school so I have my ass parked in front of my computer. I plan on getting up in a bit to go have lunch with her, and then after lunch some quality (wink wink) time with TheGuy. I SHOULD be cleaning, organizing, paying some bills, shopping, and laundry, but none of that is fun, so I shall save it for another day.
Things with TheGuy are hilarious; he literally cracks me up, constantly. I have had to start taking more asthma meds because every time I laugh I have an asthma attack, and neither one of us want me to die, or him to stop talking. He "met" the family via Skype last night; he told his parents about me; I'm pretty sure we are officially dating...even if I refuse to call it that. At least twice a day he asks me out(I think he likes seeing my cringe), every time I say no and tell him I'm not ready to date, and then we make out and say cheesy things to each other. It's really quite disgusting...we keep this shit up and we will run off all our friends; I know I wouldn't want to hang out with us. I think the computer just gagged while I was typing.
Switching gears, so I don't run you all off, a few shout outs and shares.
Spirit Dancer, Mom, HawaiiMom and DrCox: Thanks for reading...and for the kind words and constant encouragement.
For TheGuy:
For the rest of you:
Things with TheGuy are hilarious; he literally cracks me up, constantly. I have had to start taking more asthma meds because every time I laugh I have an asthma attack, and neither one of us want me to die, or him to stop talking. He "met" the family via Skype last night; he told his parents about me; I'm pretty sure we are officially dating...even if I refuse to call it that. At least twice a day he asks me out(I think he likes seeing my cringe), every time I say no and tell him I'm not ready to date, and then we make out and say cheesy things to each other. It's really quite disgusting...we keep this shit up and we will run off all our friends; I know I wouldn't want to hang out with us. I think the computer just gagged while I was typing.
Switching gears, so I don't run you all off, a few shout outs and shares.
Spirit Dancer, Mom, HawaiiMom and DrCox: Thanks for reading...and for the kind words and constant encouragement.
For the rest of you:
Saturday, February 18, 2012
twitterpated
Regular readers have probably noticed I haven't written in a few weeks.
I've been busy falling for a guy.
Pining, daydreaming, and naughty texting, is very time consuming. I have also been somewhat conflicted about whether or not to even write about him, or the budding relationship, out of fear that he would get upset, or not like having our stuff out there.
Alas, my need to write overrode all that, and here I sit, typing away (and periodically naughty texting). For now I will call him TheGuy. We are in that brand new, mushy, and somewhat ridiculous phase, and loving it. We are twitterpated...
Funny how everything in my life I can somehow relate to Disney....
I'm not sure why, but for some reason he not only tolerates me and my crazy life, but seems to actually like it. I have put it all out there, been brutally honest, acted myself, and turned off the filter, and he is still around. Usually I can run off a guy I like in a week, easy...it's been two and with each day, he appears to actually like me MORE. Frightening. We have agreed to NOT date, in fact he is not allowed to ask me out EVER again (yeah, he is the one that got the panicked phone call), and that somehow works for us.
He keeps me laughing, I keep him on his toes, and with any luck it will stay that way awhile.
I've been busy falling for a guy.
Pining, daydreaming, and naughty texting, is very time consuming. I have also been somewhat conflicted about whether or not to even write about him, or the budding relationship, out of fear that he would get upset, or not like having our stuff out there.
Alas, my need to write overrode all that, and here I sit, typing away (and periodically naughty texting). For now I will call him TheGuy. We are in that brand new, mushy, and somewhat ridiculous phase, and loving it. We are twitterpated...
Funny how everything in my life I can somehow relate to Disney....
I'm not sure why, but for some reason he not only tolerates me and my crazy life, but seems to actually like it. I have put it all out there, been brutally honest, acted myself, and turned off the filter, and he is still around. Usually I can run off a guy I like in a week, easy...it's been two and with each day, he appears to actually like me MORE. Frightening. We have agreed to NOT date, in fact he is not allowed to ask me out EVER again (yeah, he is the one that got the panicked phone call), and that somehow works for us.
He keeps me laughing, I keep him on his toes, and with any luck it will stay that way awhile.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
all about the box
I got a really nice email this morning, and in it a compliment about my writing...I was flattered, and humbled. I share because I need to process things for myself and because on some level I feel like I am doing something more than just taking up space. If I am contributing I am not a failure. I'm not curing cancer, or saving lives, but if I make someone laugh, or I help someone not feel alone, then at least I can feel some sense of accomplishment. Getting positive feedback motivates me to write more, which ultimately helps me. So thank you readers, for helping me feel whole, and because you requested I re-run this one, here ya go: The Christmas of the Box.
July '08
Wow, I have actually been so busy the last few days I haven't been able to write...I actually had to work at work...imagine that.
So, on Thursday, I had to sit through a class on transporting hazardous goods...fun and games right? Well the instructor thought so. He thought it was THE most exciting and interesting stuff EVER, the rest of us...not so much. It did, however, make me remember this past Christmas, and I must share.
See, the instructor kept using the word BOX whenever he was referring to any kind of package at all; I swear he said it 52 times in the first few minutes. My mind can't help but veer off the straight and narrow, right into a ditch in naughty land, so I sat there thinking about the safe handling and transporting of vaginae, and my baby brother, and somehow managed NOT to laugh out loud.
I'll explain.
December of last year, Smash, J, JJ and Boo are coming down to our house to celebrate Christmas...my parents decide they are going to just ship "all our presents" to my house. Every day for a week they call to ask if we "got the box?" and since I usually only talk to mom OR dad once or twice a month I figured this was one HELL of a box, with LOTS of good shit. About 4 days before Christmas we get THE BOX...it's about the size of a shoebox and it's drop shipped from Harry & David...WTF? This can't be it, this had to be an additional box, THE box must be late.
I call mom.
me: "hey there, got a box of somethin' from Harry & David"
mom: "OOOH GOOOD, you got your Christmas presents then"
me: "ummmm, ok, yeah, are they ALL in there, for EVERYONE?"
mom: "yes, yes, and don't open them until Smash and the boys get there"
me: "oh, ok, great...thanks so much!"
Meanwhile I am thinking, "its food, gourmet food, we have a 2, 4, and 6 yr old and it's Christmas - what is that?"
Smash, J, JJ & Boo arrive...I present the box. Smash starts laughing, J is wondering what the hell is so funny and the kids are maniacs because, of course, they think the box is filled with great stuff. We open the box...inside the box is:
MORE BOXES...kid you not.
Five red boxes of assorted size, each one containing some heinous little food with a designer label.
Oh. My. Gawd.
There wasn't enough of any one thing to share amongst 7 people, and there were only 5 different things...let me see if I can remember what they were: fruit cake, fudge, baklava, raspberry cookie bar thing, and......oh who cares.
Anyway, we call mom and dad to "thank them" and they are just so damn proud...these are not 90 yr olds, they are not poor (anymore), and I'm fairly sure they know we have children. We are close to just letting it go and writing it off as our parents being clueless when we happen to ask what Youngest got. Big mistake...HUGE...
He got a box too.
A brand new box...and we are PISSED.
Mom and dad agreed to pay for him to get him a sex change.
J said: "So let me get this straight...the SEVEN of us got a BOX of Harry & David and your brother GOT A VAGINA?!"
And not just a vagina, but hormone treatments, laser hair removal, the works...that shit ain't cheap. Now, granted, my parents have never been big gift givers so it's not like we were expecting a whole lot, but if in order to get them to spend money on us we have to ask for new body parts...hmmm, I think I'll pass. Granted, I would look pretty darn cute with a new nose, and after the baby and all the acne I could use some laser resurfacing, but a new box? No thank you, I'm pretty happy with mine, I definitely don't need a new one.
To this day I can't see anything Harry & David without thinking of those little red boxes, and my brother's vagina.
July '08
Wow, I have actually been so busy the last few days I haven't been able to write...I actually had to work at work...imagine that.
So, on Thursday, I had to sit through a class on transporting hazardous goods...fun and games right? Well the instructor thought so. He thought it was THE most exciting and interesting stuff EVER, the rest of us...not so much. It did, however, make me remember this past Christmas, and I must share.
See, the instructor kept using the word BOX whenever he was referring to any kind of package at all; I swear he said it 52 times in the first few minutes. My mind can't help but veer off the straight and narrow, right into a ditch in naughty land, so I sat there thinking about the safe handling and transporting of vaginae, and my baby brother, and somehow managed NOT to laugh out loud.
I'll explain.
December of last year, Smash, J, JJ and Boo are coming down to our house to celebrate Christmas...my parents decide they are going to just ship "all our presents" to my house. Every day for a week they call to ask if we "got the box?" and since I usually only talk to mom OR dad once or twice a month I figured this was one HELL of a box, with LOTS of good shit. About 4 days before Christmas we get THE BOX...it's about the size of a shoebox and it's drop shipped from Harry & David...WTF? This can't be it, this had to be an additional box, THE box must be late.
I call mom.
me: "hey there, got a box of somethin' from Harry & David"
mom: "OOOH GOOOD, you got your Christmas presents then"
me: "ummmm, ok, yeah, are they ALL in there, for EVERYONE?"
mom: "yes, yes, and don't open them until Smash and the boys get there"
me: "oh, ok, great...thanks so much!"
Meanwhile I am thinking, "its food, gourmet food, we have a 2, 4, and 6 yr old and it's Christmas - what is that?"
Smash, J, JJ & Boo arrive...I present the box. Smash starts laughing, J is wondering what the hell is so funny and the kids are maniacs because, of course, they think the box is filled with great stuff. We open the box...inside the box is:
MORE BOXES...kid you not.
Five red boxes of assorted size, each one containing some heinous little food with a designer label.
Oh. My. Gawd.
There wasn't enough of any one thing to share amongst 7 people, and there were only 5 different things...let me see if I can remember what they were: fruit cake, fudge, baklava, raspberry cookie bar thing, and......oh who cares.
Anyway, we call mom and dad to "thank them" and they are just so damn proud...these are not 90 yr olds, they are not poor (anymore), and I'm fairly sure they know we have children. We are close to just letting it go and writing it off as our parents being clueless when we happen to ask what Youngest got. Big mistake...HUGE...
He got a box too.
A brand new box...and we are PISSED.
Mom and dad agreed to pay for him to get him a sex change.
J said: "So let me get this straight...the SEVEN of us got a BOX of Harry & David and your brother GOT A VAGINA?!"
And not just a vagina, but hormone treatments, laser hair removal, the works...that shit ain't cheap. Now, granted, my parents have never been big gift givers so it's not like we were expecting a whole lot, but if in order to get them to spend money on us we have to ask for new body parts...hmmm, I think I'll pass. Granted, I would look pretty darn cute with a new nose, and after the baby and all the acne I could use some laser resurfacing, but a new box? No thank you, I'm pretty happy with mine, I definitely don't need a new one.
To this day I can't see anything Harry & David without thinking of those little red boxes, and my brother's vagina.
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