cranky

I HATE daylight savings time...hate it.  I'll say that again, just in case you were unsure of how I REALLY feel, I HATE daylight savings.  I want to stay on standard time, I don't want it to stay light until 9pm, there is no need.  My kid is wide damn awake, and pissed, and I know the morning is going to be hell.  In addition to the time change, TheGuy is headed out of town, and I am fast approaching "that time of the month" so to say I am cranky would be a gross understatement...I am ready to throttle anyone who looks at me sideways...or frontways, or any damn way at all.  I hope happy thoughts of this past weekend can carry me through and keep me out of jail.

It started out pretty well...I agreed to FINALLY go out on a date with TheGuy.  I actually got pretty excited about it and was looking forward to dressing up and being taken out.  I even let him make the plans and didn't ask about them.  After he ripped his shirt, spilled gas on his shoes filling up his truck, and I had to reapply my makeup because the cold sweat of the near panic attack had it dripping all off, we managed to have a pretty good time.  He took me to a really nice Italian joint, made a reservation for a little corner table; we ate, talked, and laughed until we felt adequate time had lapsed, and then went home and got nekkid, which is what we really wanted to do in the first place.  We agreed to no more dates.

Saturday morning we got up early, and headed to the range (shooting not driving).  TheGuy has been wanting to teach me to shoot well and get comfortable with weapons since we started our little adventure because it is something that HE really enjoys and wanted us to be able to do it together.  My dad taught me to shoot a little rifle when I was a kid and said I was a really good shot.  I pestered the hell out of him to take me hunting, and because he figured me for a natural, he did.  We went squirrel hunting, and right off the bat I got one.  Unfortunately, after killing the squirrel, I realized he was actually dead, like DEAD dead and bleeding, and I passed out.  My dad said that he stood there in the woods, looking down at his daughter and the squirrel, neither of us moving, and realized I was NOT the natural he had hoped I was.  TheGuy knew this story, as well as some of my other gun stories ("you can't see the target through tears, STOP CRYING!") so his only goal was to get me comfortable and not have a fight or me in tears.  Well, turns out, with a relaxed teacher, and paper targets instead of live animals, I AM a natural, and had a blast.  It helped that I was trying to impress TheGuy and WANTED to enjoy it for his sake.  Every time I emptied a clip into the target, exactly where I wanted to, he would shake his head and mumble something about never pissing me off, but I knew he was proud of me, which made me want to do better.

It is amazing how many things that I am getting better at, learning to do, or enjoying more, just because I am doing them with him.  I have yet to do anything with him that I have NEVER done before, but many of them have been either boring, just ok, or a near disaster, with others.  With him I always have fun, and I am always laughing, and things are easy. We actually got a little lost on our way out Friday night; we went to a restaurant neither had ever been, and the mapquest directions (big surprise) were wrong.  I can't tell you how many times that has happened with other men and the result was yelling, tears, or silence, for the rest of the night.  He just rolled with it, figured it out, turned around, and next thing I knew we were there and I was cracking up over something I don't even remember.  I am very lucky, and very grateful, to have found someone that GETS me, that adores me, AND that wants to have sex with me...usually it is just one out the three.

And let's hope that all that happiness and gratitude gets me through this week and adjusted to this damn time change...it's probably good all those guns are locked up tight, at his house, up high where I can't reach.