Why aren’t we all over that “I throw my hands up in the air sometimes” song yet? Or the Black Eyed Peas? This is the shit that keeps me up at night.
HI!
When we left off, I was on the eve of my 29th birthday. It is now exactly one month later. How is it? Meh.
My actual birthday was terrible. It stormed and tornadoed and we lost power and I sat in my basement for most of the night in the dark. BUT, when it subsided a bit, I sat in my car so I could listen to the Reds game and Manfred came over with cold Dewey’s and Yuengling. All was not lost. I am far enough away from it now that I can kind of laugh it off, but the few days after I was PISSED. How DARE mother nature shit all over the day of my birth?! The last one in my 20s no less?! But, it is what it is. I still got to spend time with my fam and my man so that’s what’s really important, right?
Since then I have been doing the same old shit. I FINALLY hired a PT designer as my “assistant” and she’s great. Work is about to go balls to the wall, but I’m excited for all the new opportunities. And to have some back up.
I’ve spent more time at GABP than anywhere else this summer. Last night I saw my Reds beat the crap out of the Yankees and I promised my ovaries that this man would someday fertilize their contents. (Poetic, I know.)
Chris Heisey, you BAMF.
I have continued to ignore my responsibilities as a gardner, my flower bed/yard are a sight, but when it’s not raining it’s approximately 80 billion degrees, so…I know. I know.
I am going to Miami for work at the end of next month and I’m tacking a weekend on to see Savannah. I miss her like WHOA. So hopefully we get a good beach day in, but regardless, we’ll have an awesome time.
I heard some interesting gossip that I would LOVE to share here, but alas, I cannot. I can and will say one thing though…
I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO, DICKWEED.
It feels SO GOOD to be right. But I digress. There will be more on this topic in coming months, I feel.
What else? Whaaaaat else…
I am insanely happy for the first time in forever. I mean, I still have my morose moments, duh…but I feel great. Besides the early TMJ arthritis in my jaw. But that’s not worth going into other than to say 29 has not been kind to my body so far.
I will catch myself letting my mind wander to Manfred when I’m doing mindless things like driving or trying to fall asleep and I get giddy. I think about seeing him and my heart gets all jumpy and I can’t wait to wrap my arms around him. Of course, he makes me absolutely insane sometimes. (dishwasher, motherfucker…DO YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS?!) but it’s all little things, and I just sort of sigh and move on. THIS IS MONUMENTAL FOR ME.
The other day, walking out of work, an image popped into my head of his hands. He has big, strong hands. I thought about what they would look like with a wedding ring on. I couldn’t get to him fast enough. I am in no hurry to slip a ring on my finger, but when the time comes, I can’t imagine it not being him. We balance each other out pretty well, even if we’re both too stubborn for our own good. He FINALLY met Ohio dad AND Space Cowboy. IN THE SAME WEEK. It was intense.
Oh yeah….I SAW MY COWBOY!!! It was only a few hours, but it was fucking amazing. I can’t wait for him to come back and visit again. I missed him so much and seeing him, after a fucking year…I can’t even describe it. I wanted to talk to him for weeks, but I have to save it. There will be more visits soon enough.
I am dragging today. I had to go get some coffee this morning. I was so wound up last night after our win that I couldn’t settle down and sleep until after midnight. I’m old, I can’t do that shit.
I hope you’re all doing awesome and all that shit. It goes without saying, but…love you, fools.
