Motivation... I Has It

 I'm teaching myself to sew; it's been a goal of mine for awhile now. But, just like every craft I try, sewing is going to end up the same way: shoved in a corner and forgotten. I asked The Boss Man to help me learn to sew. I told him I wanted to have the pattern cut and pinned at the very minimum, and that I'd rather have the fabric itself cut. The Boss Man told me to get the pattern pinned to the fabric tonight, and responded to my "or what" question with: 10 minutes with an instrument. After arguing why so much punishment he replies with, "Motivation."

After starting to cut the very delicate pattern, The Boss Man and I decided it would be best to cut at least half of it. There are six pieces to this very girly apron I'm making. I not only did half, but I did 2/3 of it. I'm leaving the hardest pieces for tomorrow, which is now today.

In this post, I mentioned how the DoG is over two hours. I was wrong, er, right. It's closer to five hours. Last night was not a good night, and I'll let The Boss Man tell you about it when he posts. Last night was, uh, bad, very, very bad. So bad I'm ashamed to write about it. Which is why I'm going to let him do it.

I Bet It's Alot

I only asked for a sewing machine for Christmas. I've tried learning to sew before without much success, and now I'm ready to try again. I'm really attracted to the idea of designing and making my own clothes. (The Boss Man wants me to make lingerie.) After I got my sewing machine, I left to go to my grandparents. I've been itching to play with it. So much so, I've started looking at patterns and designing software.

The Boss Man and I were chatting as we usually do on Windows Live, and this happened:


Baby Girl:
Boss Man?
Boss Man:
Yeah sugar?
Baby Girl:
I have a lingere designer type thing.
Boss Man:
=D=D=D=D=D=D=D YES!!!
Baby Girl:
Hehe. I love you.
Boss Man:
I LOVE YOU TOO!!!
I'm excited!!!
Baby Girl:
Why?
Boss Man:
You in lingerie is pure bliss for the eyes.
Baby Girl:
No.
Boss Man:
Yes.
Your man says so.
So live with it.
Baby Girl:
I doubt I'll even be able to make any of it.
Boss Man:
Stop that honey.
You will.
Just work at it.
Baby Girl:
I'm making all these grand plans, and I'll probably suck major ass.
Boss Man:
Stop.
Now.
Baby Girl:
Sorry.
Boss Man:
Disrespecting yourself is a greater.
Baby Girl:
I'm being realistic.
The Boss Man:
 ...
Baby Girl:
How much trouble am I in? I bet it's alot.



I should learn to keep my mouth shut. Now I have a Greater on the DoG. I've lucked out with only Lessers. And by lucked out, I mean I've seriously wracked up the time. I believe it's now over 2 hours. Sigh.

Sleepy Ramblings

As I fall asleep, I say rather odd things. I wasn't entirely sure I believed The Boss Man's re-tellings of my ramblings, well, not until a couple of nights ago. Not only to I talk as I fall asleep, I text as I fall asleep.

On December 14th, I sent: Don't disappoint the eagle's claws

Night night.

The Boss Man replied with: I'll do my best. Night night.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love him? :) Oh, I also texted, on the 14th, that I was going to Lizzie Borden him, and he just laughed at me. That was before the eagle's claws.

Long Distance Sucks

I miss the Boss Man so much it hurts. I know, it's a sappy line, but it's true. I miss the way he smells, the way his arms wrap around me, and all I could think about was: Long distances sucks. It never feels like we're going to be together, and we will be in August. Then there are the visits.

The Boss Man's visits are wonderful, albeit too short. He'll come up to see me on a Friday night, and then he'll have to leave. It doesn't do good things for my emotional well being. The Boss Man assures me we won't always be doing the long distance thing, but it feels like it. It feels like he's never going to hold me, or whisper my name in that yummy way he has. It feels like we're never going to be together.

I hate being away from him. When he's not here, I have to pretend to be happy when all I want to do is wallow in misery. But, I can't. I don't want my family to be as miserable as me, and, if I didn't pretend to be happy when he's not around. I'm not saying I'm never happy when he's gone, but I hate most of family, so being happy is quite unlikely.

I hate not being able to feel his arms wrapped around me; it's the only time I feel safe enough to relax. I'm a hugely paranoid person, and when The Boss Man wraps his arms around, when I'm with him, I don't have to continuously look over my shoulder; The Boss Man does it for me. He protects me.

I hate not being able to cuddle with him when we've had a bad day. He makes everything so much better (well, until he goes and agrees with something my mother said, and then I'll get in alot of trouble, another post for another time). He makes this abnormally crazy family of mine seem manageable. He makes everything seem, and feel, better.

Everything that I hate about the long distances in this long distance relationship, I love about him. I don't want this blog to turn into a simpering crying fest all the time, but it feels good to rant for a little bit.