And it goes on and on and on

23 06 2011

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.

 





Twofer

28 03 2011

Things I just found out/remembered

  1. Cory Branan is in town on Weds
  2. I’m getting my hair done Weds vs Friday right down the street before the show
  3. Space Cowboy gets home this weekend




And there’s still a few things that I’m sure of. I love you this hour, this hour today.

31 01 2011

I am not going to apologize anymore when I disappear and stop writing. So. There.

I am in a horrible bout of depression. I lost a very dear friend who I haven’t seen in way too long. I could have made the time, but I didn’t. And now I can’t. That guilt is killing me. I miss him SO MUCH and I can’t even begin to imagine a world without him. Add to that my missing of Space Cowboy, work, Manfred…I’m done. I’m exhausted.

I live a very unhealthy lifestyle, both emotionally and physically. I am sick of it. So I am changing things. I bought a new cookbook this weekend and I am very excited to get it. I am not going on a diet, because diets do not work with me. I am just eating more of different foods and less of others. And I am pretty much going vegetarian. Now, don’t look at me like that. I can’t be vegan because greek yogurt/cheese/honey/butter. I can’t be vegetarian because bacon. And chicken still is my main source of protein. But I’m working on it. I tolerate chickpeas and I made some mashed up black beans tonight with mashed up avocado. I will eat damn near anything if there’s avocado on it. But I digress. I am re-joining my gym at work and Kitty and I are going to make time during the day to go work out. I am already there, I may as well.

I also am taking care of myself mentally and emotionally. It’s been hard. Manfred is pretty unpredictable right now. He doesn’t realize when he’s being awful so I forgive him his bouts of meanness. When he does recognize them, he apologizes unprompted. We never can manage to stay mad at each other. I try to not be around much these days, but I crave him. His smell, his touch, the sound of his voice. He is delicious on every sensory level. And really, he’s an amazing human being. His kindness and generosity know no bounds. He remembered that Nola wanted something very special that is very hard to get and when the opportunity presented itself to me to acquire one…he took it upon himself to buy one for me and her. The fact that he is also kind to my friends…swoon. I know another man who is like that as well ladies…he’s available…tall, handsome and sweeter than honey. Mr. J-Bear…I’m talking about you, sir.

I have started to “force” myself to create more. To make time for things like crafting and reading…writing…meh. I don’t feel like I have anything to say right now. It’s all just…blah. I’ll get back to that place, but there’s everything and nothing to say right now. It took me two days to write Space Cowboy back. Have I mentioned I miss him like crazy? Because dear god…every fiber of my being misses him so fucking much. Please come home soon.

I am too lazy to check and see if I already wrote about going to Ft Lauderdale at the end of February. It’s for work, but I will be there Friday-Thursday. Do you know what they have in Ft Lauderdale? MOTHERFUCKING SUNSHINE. And it will be over 32 degrees, so yay!

We’re on the cusp of a supposedly terrible ice storm. I can’t even deal anymore. I consider every single flake of snow a personal affront at this point. I am offended by the amount of snow we’ve received this year. However…it will make recreating a special day much easier.

One year ago, this coming Sunday, Manfred and I got snowed in, drunk and watched Lebowski. Then we did it. A lot. So we’ve decided this should be our anniversary date. Mostly because we never really picked one. I mean, the “facebook official” date is probably later in the month, but meh. Who are we kidding? The second we kissed for the first time it was all over. I fought so hard, but he totally owns me, heart and soul. That asshole.

So yes. One year. What a fucking year. We’ve made it through SO MUCH together and I think we’re both glad to have come out on the other side of it intact. What doesn’t kill you, right?

In other news, I am freezing my balls off over here, so I’ma go get warmed up and maybe read my book for a bit.





The one that I love best

21 10 2010

As I mentioned in the post about removing my underwear, this week has been awful. I am sick of talking about it. I am more sick of living it. I’m trying to focus on the positives, but even those are turning negative before my eyes.

In an attempt to save some money, I reconfigured my phone service. In doing so, I dropped my $5/month visual voicemail for regular old voicemail. I never check it anyway. Seriously. Do not leave me voicemail.

Well, now I can’t delete the icon unless I check it. Balls. So I checked a good three months worth of voicemails. Box was full. I have some voicemails I have saved for various reasons…most being that they amuse me. Some because they’re sweet. More than one of them are from Space Cowboy.

Hearing his voice nearly stopped my heart. I have stopped talking about him, but I sure as hell haven’t stopped thinking about him. Every damn day. I miss him so much and of course I worry. The facebook updates are few and far between, but they’re all I have and I treasure them.

I’ve been working on a mixtape since before he deployed and…it’s so hard. Trying to find the right songs and sentiments without making it one of those cds you want to slit your wrists to. I don’t want to make him homesick or more miserable. I just want him to know I miss him and I love him. Why is that so hard?

 





Because I’m already traumatized…

8 09 2010

The most horrible, inconceivably horrible thing that could ever possible happen to me, happened to me.

A spider touched me.

We’re not talking like…there was a spider on my shirt or one ran across my foot, oh no. That’s what happens to normal people. This spider, this spider had to be different. Special. Terrifying.

Here I am on a sunny Monday afternoon. Manfred and I had just dropped Chi-town off at the bus stop and decided to swing by Whole Foods to see if J & A were working. They were and J was about to get off and she wanted to show us their new place. So we grab a drink, go outside and sit on the bench to enjoy the lovely pre-fall weather.

I’m minding my own business, sipping on my mineral water, I’m fancy like that, and I see something fall in front of my face. Hmm. Weird. I feel it hit my cleavage. I look down and the panic starts spreading like wildfire. A DADDY LONG LEGS HAS FALLEN FROM THE SKY, INTO MY CLEAVAGE.

I throw my purse and phone off my lap and jump up and start frantically beating my chest and half whipping my girls out. Manfred has also jumped up at this point and is quite alarmed. He looks ready to murder someone but he has no idea who or what is causing me this much distress and I have lost the power of speech. He sees it fall out of my shirt. We both look down at its mangled mass of legs and body twitching on the ground. I look up at him, eyes like saucers. Then I start this strange hybrid of hyperventilating and bawling.

He manages to get me to sit down and calm down enough to regulate my breathing and avoid a full on panic attack. My brain starts functioning normal-ish again and I peer down my shirt to make sure its really gone. It’s not. In our battle it has managed to leave one of its freakishly long legs in my shirt. As a calm, rational, 28-year-old woman I immediately start shrieking in a frequency  only dogs can hear, whip the girls out again and sobbing, beg Manfred to “GETITOUTGETITOUTGETITOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTT!!!”

Meanwhile, in the sane world, a car has been parked at the curb, a mere two feet away throughout this entire fiasco. They saw me lose my dignity, my proverbial shit and my tatas. Fantastic.

I have been a fucking nervous wreck ever since. There was one of my arachnid foes in my shower the morning of this life changing event. This and the landing in my cleave proves my theory that on top of being foul, they are also perverts. Yesterday there was a jumpy on on the card swiper thing to get in the building. They are coming for me. Spider Jihad is ON, motherfuckers.

So, I’m already in a very delicate state, right? This morning I found out that it’s go time for Space Cowboy. I am so glad everyone is out this week and I could cry at my desk in peace. Add to this the four holes the plumber cut in my walls/ceiling and my mom’s car battery exploding and honestly…I just don’t know how much more I can take this week.

I wanted to write all about my lovely weekend with Chi and how today is her birthday and next, next weekend is our “anniversary”, but I don’t have the energy. I’m too busy looking for spiders.





It’s time.

8 09 2010





And keep your feet on the ground.

24 08 2010

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Oh. Hey. You’re still here?

17 08 2010

So I haven’t forgotten about you. Nothing unusually epic has happened. You’re still checking in. I’m just lazy. There is both a lack of and abundance of things to write about. Funny, sad, incredible. I just have no desire to put my fingers to the keyboard and share them with you. It’s not that I don’t love you, I just can’t focus. I have approximately 283, 398,323 things happening at any given moment. I’m tired.

Nothing too crazy has happened since we got back. My dog pooped in a store. My mom tried to sell one of the Scotsman’s cars to a guy who had his car stolen by a hooker, and no money to buy a new car. Ok, that one happened today and I still have no words other than the ones previously stated.

Space Cowboy was home and I went to visit. It was so good to see him. We didn’t really have any time to sit and TALK talk, but it was great nonetheless. He called me today and it made my day. I miss him. I miss our weekly chats. I miss him telling me what to put on the Netflix queue. I just miss knowing I can pick up the phone and call him and bullshit for 45 minutes. But, as evidenced by this year, time flies. He’ll be back here before I have a chance to really miss him. Right?

I got a new tattoo. Last Friday. $13 tattoos for the 13th. I got a little black cat face. The top layer is coming off today. It’s gross. I hate tattoo boogers. I can tell it’s already going to need a touch up. Maybe over Labor Daybor. That’s when Chi gets here!

Before that though, I head to her fair city with Wifey for a long weekend. We’re going to see Cory Branan and Jon Snodgrass. Excited does not even begin to cover it. Chi won’t be there, but is kind enough to let us borrow her apartment for the weekend. She comes down here a few days later for another long weekend and Riverfest.

September is relatively quiet. Then in October it’s off to Detroit, New Orleans and the first weekend in November I’ll be in Atlanta visiting Miss Jami of Date Wrecks Fame. I am so lucky to have so many great friends scattered around for me to visit. The fact that I’m hitting up New Orleans again this year…heaven. Halloween in the Big Easy with my boo, Nola and Savannah. I have already started putting my costume together.

My inspiration:

It’s going to be the most bad ass Halloween EVER.

Of course, with all my travels I will be missing my man friend very much. Things aren’t going well for Mama, so he’s stuck at home. He’s doing really well, though. I’m proud of him. He shoulders his burden well. I just wish he didn’t have to at all.

Ugh, if people were forced to get tattoos in places you could see them healing in full, gory detail…they would get inked less. I promise you that. Says the girl with 25% of her body covered…

Well, for a little update and thanks for hanging in with me note, this got kind of long. Maybe I’m back? Don’t hold your breath.





Bear vs Shark

29 07 2010

I don’t want to write a post about how awful this week has been, or how stressed out I am, or how much I really fucking hate 99% of the world’s population. So that leaves me…shit. Nothing.

Next weekend Space Cowboy comes back from Marine Summer Camp for a week before shipping out. I am excited, nervous, terrified and sad. It’s very tiring. Emotions are soo passe. However, I’m full of ‘em this week. Here’s the thing though…

I haven’t talked to Space Cowboy since he left for camp. In April. I don’t know why. I don’t know if it’s his girlfriend, if he’s mad at me, or if it’s just he hasn’t had anything to say. It’s very difficult to go from talking to someone at least once a week to not at all. I guess it’s been good training for when he’s gone…but fuck. I miss him like crazy. I tried explaining all my anxiety to the Scotsman and he just didn’t get it. In fact, he got “weirded out” over it.

Ok, Mr. I-don’t-ever-get-jealous…I am sick of this game. Space Cowboy is one of my BFFs. Always has been, always will be. He understands me better than I do sometimes. He always makes me laugh and he always listens. I love him with all of my heart. But it’s never been like that and it never will be. He’s like my brother. He’s the one I tell my secrets to. The one I trust to always have my back. But it’s never, ever gone beyond that. Trust me, there was a point in my life where I wished for it. I wished that I could transcend that because he is one of the good ones. He is the best one, of the best ones. But he speaks to a different part of my soul. He fulfills an empty spot I didn’t know I had until he wasn’t there to fill it. Every girl needs a boy BFF. It keeps her sane. I am unravelling quickly without mine.

Space Cowboy, I miss you so very much and I love you even more. Call me when you get home. And you…Halpert. You need to call me, too. Quit stalking me, bro. Pick up the phone.

Now, back to my regularly scheduled shit-losing.





Musings and road trips

10 06 2010

A small change of plans… Read the rest of this entry »








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