Today was the Date. I was running a bit late this morning. I had a bit of a hair emergency. It kept expanding. Curls and humidity, don't mix well. I ended up just putting it in a braid. But we got out the door and on the road only a minute late.
I, unfortuantely wasn't able to finish the skirt. The sewing fates were against me. My sewing machine didn't want to work properly, so I borrowed my mothers, and didn't have a power cord. The Boss Man pardoned me, seeing as it wasn't my fault it didn't get done.
We went to the same restaurant where we first met, and had breakfast. We talked and caught up with each other. We weren't able to make any definite plans to be together, but loosely set a date for next Tuesday. If we won't be able together next week, we will be able to soon. He lives 45 minutes away now. That's insanely close.
After today, I feel a better about the future changes our relationships will undoubtedly go through.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
A Touch of Nerves
The date is tomorrow. I'm not a very girly person. I tie my hair up in a knot and leave it like that for days. I wear jeans and t-shirts, if I'm not in pajama pants. I wear absolutely no make-up. However, The Boss Man likes it when I get all dolled up and girlified for him. Nothing crazy, he doesn't like a lot of make up, just a little bit. Boss Man prefers my hair straight, though it's naturally curly. So I try to straighten it for him. He informed me he wanted it curl. **Gasp**
This is where Best Friend comes in. She got all excited when I told her I was curling my hair. She asked if she could do my hair. Of course I agreed! She loves doing hair, and loves my hair. I have awesome hair if I do say so myself. **wink** I told her if I was famous she would be my personal bodyguard and hairstylist. That's besides the point. Come to think of it, I don't really have a point. I'm rambling. I'm a bit nervous.
More than a bit actually. I'm so happy the Boss Man is here, but I'm terrified of how our relationship will change.
This is where Best Friend comes in. She got all excited when I told her I was curling my hair. She asked if she could do my hair. Of course I agreed! She loves doing hair, and loves my hair. I have awesome hair if I do say so myself. **wink** I told her if I was famous she would be my personal bodyguard and hairstylist. That's besides the point. Come to think of it, I don't really have a point. I'm rambling. I'm a bit nervous.
More than a bit actually. I'm so happy the Boss Man is here, but I'm terrified of how our relationship will change.
Monday, August 22, 2011
One Day
In one day my Boss Man and I will be in the same state. I am extremely excited. And nervous. I think I'm more nervous than excited at the moment. It's been quite awhile since we've seen each other. We're talking 3 months, hence the nerves.
In one week my Boss man and I will be going on a breakfast date. For this date, he's issued an edict. I am to wear one of my tanks and a skirt. Now, I own two skirts, both of which don't fit. Living on a chicken farm, I've not had a reason to buy another skirt. I'm more of a simple jeans and t-shirt kinda gal. My "formal" is khakis and a sweater. If I'm really feeling really frisky, I do own a single LBD. So, I'm gonna pretend I know what I'm doing with my sewing machine, and try to sew one using this pattern.
I haven't asked what's going to happen if I don't wear a skirt. I'm slightly afraid to find out.
In one week my Boss man and I will be going on a breakfast date. For this date, he's issued an edict. I am to wear one of my tanks and a skirt. Now, I own two skirts, both of which don't fit. Living on a chicken farm, I've not had a reason to buy another skirt. I'm more of a simple jeans and t-shirt kinda gal. My "formal" is khakis and a sweater. If I'm really feeling really frisky, I do own a single LBD. So, I'm gonna pretend I know what I'm doing with my sewing machine, and try to sew one using this pattern.
I haven't asked what's going to happen if I don't wear a skirt. I'm slightly afraid to find out.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Insanity and Cake
This past weekend has been crazy! Let me give you a little bit of background. Saturday was the annual cookout for my karate school. I offered to get to the location (I feel like a spy.) and hold the picnic tables for us. That's really all you need to know before we get started. Here's a day by day blow:
Friday:
I'm trying to take a short nap while Best Friend takes a shower. I receive a text saying my parents are taking my older brother to the hospital. Let me explain about William. He's a very low functioning autistic with other disorders mixed in there. He and I are extremely close. He also has a ridiculously strong immune system. I can count on one hand the number of times he's been sick. I fretted, generally pacing around and freaking out. I kept trying to tell myself nothing was seriously wrong. Best Friend and I went out to eat, while waiting for my parents to tell me they were at the hospital (we were closer to town than they were). I get the text they've arrived, and meet them at the hospital.
I am informed that I'm to bake three cakes that night. A glance at the clock tells me it's only 7:30, plenty of time to go to the store, take Best Friend out to her boyfriend's house, get home, and make three cakes, while still doing what I needed to get done (i.e laundry and a much needed shower.). Best Friend and I stay until he's taken back to a room. We head out to the store, pick out our cakes (all will be revealed) and icing. We check out and leave.
Earlier in the day, Best Friend, who is very mechanically inclined, noticed my car was driving funny. While we were still at the store, she looked at my tires, while I loaded everything into the car. I was thus informed, that the tread on the front wheel of the driver's side was coming off. She said, it should be fine to get us to the pharmacy, her parent's house, her boyfriend's house, and we'd make him change it, cause we'relazy girly like that.
Off to the pharmacy we go, and all is fine and dandy. The main roads are next and about six miles down the road we get and the tread comes off. Luckily, a gas station was only yards ahead of us. Limping down the road we go, and she starts changing the tire. I have no mechanical ability what so ever. Living where I do, everybody is super friendly. We had no less than five women and seven or eight men ask if we needed help. Each time we answered with, "Nope, we got this." Dirty, grimy, and tired we're off again. We were only about five miles from Best Friend's Parent's house, and everything was fine and dandy. We gathered up everything we needed for the weekend.
Now, here's where the night gets real fun. Best Friend says the doughnut looks flat. Groaning and moaning, we limp off to the gas station closes to her home. We dig around for change because neither of us has any money. We go to put air in the tire, and low and behold the doughnut has popped off the rim. No problem I'm told. It'll be fine, I'm told. And it was, until the valve stem broke. For those of you like me, i.e. completely clueless, the valve stem is the thing used to put air in the tire.
During all this, I'm fielding update text from my parents, and texting slash calling those who need to be updated. The updates are: Doctor thinks appendicitis. Having a CT scan done. Getting contrast now. Now I'm stuck at a gas station, pacing up and down trying to stay calm. Have I mentioned that I had barely slept the night before? Yeah, so not only am I worried, but I'm exhausted too, and when I get exhausted I cry rather easily. The only thing I can do with my nervous energy is cook, A LOT! But that's another story.
Best Friend has been on the phone arranging a ride for us, because her parents are partying. It is Friday night after all. Best Friend's boyfriend is on his way to get us, and it's time for me to call my father. He ask me to come out to the hospital, and he'll take me home, switch out cars, and go back to the hospital.
Best Friend's boyfriend arrives, and drives us to the hospital. As soon as we park, the next update comes in: It's appendicitis. He has surgery in the morning. Now another glance at the clock, and it's almost eleven. Lovely. But still plenty of time! Dad insists on stopping for food. 11:45 rolls around and we get home.
Saturday:
Little Brother and Nana chip in to help me with the cakes, and it doesn't take as long as it would. Once the last cake hits the oven, I start laundry. The cake and washer finish about the same time. Everything is now sitting out to dry and cool. Once the cake is cool, I put lids on the pans, and Little Brother carries the icing and knives out to the car. Cake gets a little weird the longer the icing sits on it. I've done enough that I'm no longer as jittery, but still I can't sleep. So I watch TV.
About 6:30, I finally get my long awaited shower. I know I should have taken one earlier, but I couldn't drag myself off the couch. I get out, and make sure everything's loaded up, and then Little Brother and I leave. We stop for ice and then unpack everything at the picnic spot.And then we sit and wait and wait and wait and wait. At 8, Best Friend and boyfriend show up, and I get another update: William's in surgery. Will let you know when he's out.
The nervous energy has come back with a vengeance and I start icing the cake. The double chocolate fudge cake gets chocolate butter-cream icing. The french vanilla cake gets the cream cheese icing. The strawberry cake gets the strawberry icing. Finally, O'Sensei, the man who created our style of karate, gets there, and starts grilling. Best Friend and I are wrangled into hostessing, which we are very good at, by the way. We successfully juggled food, kids, parents, and picnic critters.
And then THE text: William's out of surgery, everything went great! He might get to come home tonight. A sigh of relief from everyone there (we're a big ole family), and I start to enjoy myself. Where we were located has a wildlife education center. All the kids where chopping at the bit to go up there, but we insisted they wait. Nobody goes anywhere alone or without an adult.
We wrangle all 30 of the kids together. There are three adults going, Best Friend, a parent, and myself. Do the math on that one. We march off, and are successful in keeping everybody together. Of course, it helps when you have the weight of a Grandmaster in the martial arts behind you. Everything went well, until we got back to the picnic site.
A text saying William's temperature is going up, and the doctors are considering keeping him overnight. I start handing out slices of cake until the rush is over. Then I start packing up. At this point there are only a handful of people left. Then I went to the hospital, where I promptly fell asleep. Dad ended up driving us home and took a nap. William's temp went back down, and they let him come home.
Then a crazy storm blew up and we lost all power for several hours.
Sunday:
I'm woken up at the butt crack of dawn to go fix my car. A trip to the gas station, Wal-mart, back to the gas station, home, back to Wal-mart and it's all fixed.
The past couple of days have been so busy, I sorta forgot about the Boss Man. I hadn't been doing a very good job of keeping in touch, but I did remember to send him text with updates and changes in my location. We're both doing much better at staying in contact.
Our plans for breakfast keep evolving, and I'm excited for our date. :D I can't wait to be able to see him whenever we want!
Friday:
I'm trying to take a short nap while Best Friend takes a shower. I receive a text saying my parents are taking my older brother to the hospital. Let me explain about William. He's a very low functioning autistic with other disorders mixed in there. He and I are extremely close. He also has a ridiculously strong immune system. I can count on one hand the number of times he's been sick. I fretted, generally pacing around and freaking out. I kept trying to tell myself nothing was seriously wrong. Best Friend and I went out to eat, while waiting for my parents to tell me they were at the hospital (we were closer to town than they were). I get the text they've arrived, and meet them at the hospital.
I am informed that I'm to bake three cakes that night. A glance at the clock tells me it's only 7:30, plenty of time to go to the store, take Best Friend out to her boyfriend's house, get home, and make three cakes, while still doing what I needed to get done (i.e laundry and a much needed shower.). Best Friend and I stay until he's taken back to a room. We head out to the store, pick out our cakes (all will be revealed) and icing. We check out and leave.
Earlier in the day, Best Friend, who is very mechanically inclined, noticed my car was driving funny. While we were still at the store, she looked at my tires, while I loaded everything into the car. I was thus informed, that the tread on the front wheel of the driver's side was coming off. She said, it should be fine to get us to the pharmacy, her parent's house, her boyfriend's house, and we'd make him change it, cause we're
Off to the pharmacy we go, and all is fine and dandy. The main roads are next and about six miles down the road we get and the tread comes off. Luckily, a gas station was only yards ahead of us. Limping down the road we go, and she starts changing the tire. I have no mechanical ability what so ever. Living where I do, everybody is super friendly. We had no less than five women and seven or eight men ask if we needed help. Each time we answered with, "Nope, we got this." Dirty, grimy, and tired we're off again. We were only about five miles from Best Friend's Parent's house, and everything was fine and dandy. We gathered up everything we needed for the weekend.
Now, here's where the night gets real fun. Best Friend says the doughnut looks flat. Groaning and moaning, we limp off to the gas station closes to her home. We dig around for change because neither of us has any money. We go to put air in the tire, and low and behold the doughnut has popped off the rim. No problem I'm told. It'll be fine, I'm told. And it was, until the valve stem broke. For those of you like me, i.e. completely clueless, the valve stem is the thing used to put air in the tire.
During all this, I'm fielding update text from my parents, and texting slash calling those who need to be updated. The updates are: Doctor thinks appendicitis. Having a CT scan done. Getting contrast now. Now I'm stuck at a gas station, pacing up and down trying to stay calm. Have I mentioned that I had barely slept the night before? Yeah, so not only am I worried, but I'm exhausted too, and when I get exhausted I cry rather easily. The only thing I can do with my nervous energy is cook, A LOT! But that's another story.
Best Friend has been on the phone arranging a ride for us, because her parents are partying. It is Friday night after all. Best Friend's boyfriend is on his way to get us, and it's time for me to call my father. He ask me to come out to the hospital, and he'll take me home, switch out cars, and go back to the hospital.
Best Friend's boyfriend arrives, and drives us to the hospital. As soon as we park, the next update comes in: It's appendicitis. He has surgery in the morning. Now another glance at the clock, and it's almost eleven. Lovely. But still plenty of time! Dad insists on stopping for food. 11:45 rolls around and we get home.
Saturday:
Little Brother and Nana chip in to help me with the cakes, and it doesn't take as long as it would. Once the last cake hits the oven, I start laundry. The cake and washer finish about the same time. Everything is now sitting out to dry and cool. Once the cake is cool, I put lids on the pans, and Little Brother carries the icing and knives out to the car. Cake gets a little weird the longer the icing sits on it. I've done enough that I'm no longer as jittery, but still I can't sleep. So I watch TV.
About 6:30, I finally get my long awaited shower. I know I should have taken one earlier, but I couldn't drag myself off the couch. I get out, and make sure everything's loaded up, and then Little Brother and I leave. We stop for ice and then unpack everything at the picnic spot.And then we sit and wait and wait and wait and wait. At 8, Best Friend and boyfriend show up, and I get another update: William's in surgery. Will let you know when he's out.
The nervous energy has come back with a vengeance and I start icing the cake. The double chocolate fudge cake gets chocolate butter-cream icing. The french vanilla cake gets the cream cheese icing. The strawberry cake gets the strawberry icing. Finally, O'Sensei, the man who created our style of karate, gets there, and starts grilling. Best Friend and I are wrangled into hostessing, which we are very good at, by the way. We successfully juggled food, kids, parents, and picnic critters.
And then THE text: William's out of surgery, everything went great! He might get to come home tonight. A sigh of relief from everyone there (we're a big ole family), and I start to enjoy myself. Where we were located has a wildlife education center. All the kids where chopping at the bit to go up there, but we insisted they wait. Nobody goes anywhere alone or without an adult.
We wrangle all 30 of the kids together. There are three adults going, Best Friend, a parent, and myself. Do the math on that one. We march off, and are successful in keeping everybody together. Of course, it helps when you have the weight of a Grandmaster in the martial arts behind you. Everything went well, until we got back to the picnic site.
A text saying William's temperature is going up, and the doctors are considering keeping him overnight. I start handing out slices of cake until the rush is over. Then I start packing up. At this point there are only a handful of people left. Then I went to the hospital, where I promptly fell asleep. Dad ended up driving us home and took a nap. William's temp went back down, and they let him come home.
Then a crazy storm blew up and we lost all power for several hours.
Sunday:
I'm woken up at the butt crack of dawn to go fix my car. A trip to the gas station, Wal-mart, back to the gas station, home, back to Wal-mart and it's all fixed.
The past couple of days have been so busy, I sorta forgot about the Boss Man. I hadn't been doing a very good job of keeping in touch, but I did remember to send him text with updates and changes in my location. We're both doing much better at staying in contact.
Our plans for breakfast keep evolving, and I'm excited for our date. :D I can't wait to be able to see him whenever we want!
Monday, August 8, 2011
Frolicking Butterflies
The Boss Man and I are going out on a breakfast date Tuesday the 30th. **Insert squeals of excitement here** I can't believe he's going to be so close so soon. I am insanely happy. As a matter of fact, last night I had dreams of butterflies frolicking in fields of rainbows. I'm so happy, my own dreams are making me nauseous. :P
Best Friend looked at me a couple of days ago and said, "I know you're excited, but your enthusiasm is killing my angst. I need my angst, so cut it out, will ya?" Gotta love best friends.
But back to Tuesday the 30th. This will be the first time we've seen each other in person in months! I'm not as crazy nervous as I was. The Boss Man has really helped with that. He promised that he would try to do better about keeping in touch when we're apart. As a matter of fact, he's been super sweet. He sends me all sorts of lovey dovey text messages throughout the day, and he's been letting me know if he's not going to be able to talk for awhile.
I've also been trying to do better at letting him know where I'm at. I'm a bit spacey at times. I'm gonna blame the artistic creative streak in me. I get in the zone, and everything just falls away. Time stops, the world ceases, and the only thing I'm aware of is what I'm currently working on. I'll get up and leave on a whim, lost in my own little world, and forget to tell anybody I'm going anywhere. I've been trying to do better, with some success. There were a couple of times I slipped up. Thankfully, this isn't a punishable offense.
Best Friend looked at me a couple of days ago and said, "I know you're excited, but your enthusiasm is killing my angst. I need my angst, so cut it out, will ya?" Gotta love best friends.
But back to Tuesday the 30th. This will be the first time we've seen each other in person in months! I'm not as crazy nervous as I was. The Boss Man has really helped with that. He promised that he would try to do better about keeping in touch when we're apart. As a matter of fact, he's been super sweet. He sends me all sorts of lovey dovey text messages throughout the day, and he's been letting me know if he's not going to be able to talk for awhile.
I've also been trying to do better at letting him know where I'm at. I'm a bit spacey at times. I'm gonna blame the artistic creative streak in me. I get in the zone, and everything just falls away. Time stops, the world ceases, and the only thing I'm aware of is what I'm currently working on. I'll get up and leave on a whim, lost in my own little world, and forget to tell anybody I'm going anywhere. I've been trying to do better, with some success. There were a couple of times I slipped up. Thankfully, this isn't a punishable offense.
Monday, August 1, 2011
I Wish...
The Boss Man and I had a bit of a... eh, I can't find a word appropriate enough to use. Boss Man has a habit of forgetting to tell me things, and then goes off the grid for hours, while I'm sitting here doing the paranoia thing. A several nights ago, the Boss Man forgot to tell me he was going to a concert. When he goes to concerts, of course, he doesn't text much. On top of that, his phone had died. I hadn't heard from him in almost 12 hours (it was 30 minutes from being twelve hours). Of course I was worried, and I thought the worse. The longer we went without talking, the madder I became. I couldn't understand how he thought this hypocritical behavior was acceptable! I get in trouble all the time for not checking in with him.
I'm was so upset, I couldn't eat, and I LOVE food. I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about these horrible things happening, and I have no way to get to my man. And, then he texted me... I was slightly non responsive, saying things like, "Okay." instead of my usual, "Okies." Then, when he asked me what was wrong, I responded with, "Nothing's wrong. That's a lie, but I'm too mad to talk about it." I told him I didn't want to talk about it while he was gone. I didn't want to ruin his trip because I was upset, and I was slightly afraid I'd say something stupid. But, he kept pushing and pushing. And, I exploded. I finally told him that I didn't care who he was with, or what he was doing. I just wanted to know he was safe.
He let me rant, rave, and cyber-cry all over him. He apologized profusely. When I had calmed down a bit I told him he was sleeping on the couch tonight. I wonder if he'll let me spank him for misbehaving.
I'm was so upset, I couldn't eat, and I LOVE food. I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about these horrible things happening, and I have no way to get to my man. And, then he texted me... I was slightly non responsive, saying things like, "Okay." instead of my usual, "Okies." Then, when he asked me what was wrong, I responded with, "Nothing's wrong. That's a lie, but I'm too mad to talk about it." I told him I didn't want to talk about it while he was gone. I didn't want to ruin his trip because I was upset, and I was slightly afraid I'd say something stupid. But, he kept pushing and pushing. And, I exploded. I finally told him that I didn't care who he was with, or what he was doing. I just wanted to know he was safe.
He let me rant, rave, and cyber-cry all over him. He apologized profusely. When I had calmed down a bit I told him he was sleeping on the couch tonight. I wonder if he'll let me spank him for misbehaving.
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