Attacked

I went into my bedroom, closed the door, and started getting ready for my nightly shower.
What was that?

I spun around midway of rinsing off my face.

Nothing.

I carefully finished washing and then dryed off. I turned around to place the towel back on the rack and there HE was. THERE was the introduded!



At least this is one of the senarios my brain kept fumbling through last night. Being all alone in a big house can scare a girl! I mean, someone really could have come into the house. What if they did? I don't like being bymyself and this why! My mind starts to wander to bad things happening. I get scared. I even slept with the bedroom door closed last night and Lover had to wake me up when he got off work for me to open it for him.

It's just something I have to get use to... I guess.

Night Baby

I love Cinderella; she is the light of both mine and Lover’s life. However, I still feel like I am entitled to strongly dislike her and specific points in time.




This weekend Cinderella was AWFUL! Horrible, horrible, horrible. She made it VERY easy to NOT miss her after being dropped off at Baby Momma’s house.



She woke up every hour from midnight until 3. In which she would not go to sleep until she was picked up and rocked back to sleep. It was at 3 that I finally gave in and just laid her on my chest and went to bed myself. She feel asleep, I fell asleep and all was well. I woke up sometime between 5:30 and 6:00 in the morning, put Cinderella in her crib and passed out. Cinderella woke up sometime around 7 and refused to go back to sleep.



She was NOT my favorite person this weekend. I still don’t think I miss her much right now.

I Just Don't Like It

I'm talking about feet. I just don't like them.

I don't want to be touched by feet, I don't want your feet touching me. The only thing that I find acceptable is someone else rubbing my feet. And let me tell you! It wasn't until I was 16 that I had my first pedicure and even allowed that. Now, that I have Lover, he is obligated to rub my feet at least twice a week!

Back to my point...

I just can't explain why I don't like them. Maybe it is the fact that almost every foot I have ever seen had some sort of "crust" on it and I don't want that "crust" to scratch me. Or it could be that feet are just ugly. Or maybe it's because they stink. OR because they sweat all grossly.

Regardless, Lover KNOWS I don't like feet. He KNOWS I don't want feet touching me. We have been sleeping in the same bed for over 6 months now, he KNOWS to keep his feet away! BUT, knowing Lover is to love Lover. I don't think he will EVER stop putting his feet on me to get a "reaction."

At first, I think he did it, because to "test" me. Maybe he thought I wasn't serious about not liking feet and he wanted to catch me off guard to see if I would still scream and snatch my feet away. I bet after a few months he believed that I truly didn't like feet, but THEN being a man, he wanted to "fix" me. You know? Make it so that I wouldn't dislike feet anymore.

So, he continued to put his feet on my ankle, my feet, my thigh, my calf, etc. in hopes that I would "grow out of it." Well, it's been almost 6 months and I haven't nor will I GROW out of not liking feet. And now, he is just irritating me with false promises that he will stop doing it on purpose, and lies that he "didn't mean to."

It's just plain irritating and I wish he would stop. But he wont. *sigh*

Weddings are STUPID!

Weddings. Are. Stupid.

Let me explain...

I work weddings ALL the time, I bartend for them. I LOVE weddings. I make LOTS of money at weddings.

I would rather WORK a wedding than be A PART of the wedding.

Lover's best friend is getting married in April and he is one of two groomsmen and the best man. A few weeks ago, they all went out looking for a suit/tux to wear. They didn't really find anything, BUT there was this awesome deal for a tux. It would be like $75 for everything. Isn't that great? It's a wonderful deal and it saves EVERYONE money! YAY! So... They decide they will go back closer to the wedding date and get those...

What happens today?

Ring ring.... ring... ring ring...

"Hi, Baby!"

"Hey, so did you redue the budget?"

I have our finances budgeted out for a year and I am updating it daily or when major things change.

"Yup."

"Where is it?"

Where the hell is this conversation going? I don't know why Lover is so worried about it, it's not like he has ANY access to spend money. I took that away from him. "I forgot it at work yesterday, why?"

"Well, Jeff*, Joe's* best man, got us suits."

"Oh wow, that's great! I mean, he bought them for you guys."

"Well, he bought them, but we have to pay him back."

Now, I didn't even know the amount. Frankly, how much Jeff paid for the suits is irrelevant, because JEFF never should have gone out and made a financial decision without consulting the rest of the group. JEFF needs to take a Business 101 class on how things are handled in the REAL world. Because in the real World, if I don't tell you that I want something, you don't get it for me. AND if you do get it for me, you don't ask me to pay you for it. I didn't want it. If I wanted it, I would have told you. Did I tell you I wanted it? No. Well?

"Oh?"

"Yea, it uhhh..." (I always know when Lover is going to tell me something I don't want to hear because he says uhhhh, well, ummm a lot) "it came out to about $600 so we owe him about $216."

"My ass! We can't afford that. Who the hell does Jeff think he is? He can't just go out and make a financial decision for everyone. I thought you guys all agreed on getting the tux's"

"So did I."

"Well, you need to call Joe and tell him we can't afford it. You need to tell him that Jeff had no right make that decision and if anyone decided to wear suits, then we could have RENTED yours. We don't have the money. I swear if we have to buy this suit, then Joe doesn't get a wedding present. We. Can't. Afford. It. You need to fix this."

"I'll call Joe and just tell him we weren't expecting this."

"Yea, and make sure he knows we CANNOT afford it. And that Jeff had no right doing this."

"Okay, Babe. I am sure he is at work right now, but I'll call him."

I'm still PISSED! It's things like this that make me want to take up smoking again.

* Names changed just in case the rest of the World knows who they are, I want to protect them from being publicly flogged for stupidity! Well, maybe I don't want to protect them from it, but I certainly don't want to be sued for their flogging, if you know what I mean ;)

The Truth About Men

Part 1.

They are selfish.

This Year...

It's New Years Resolution time!!! Have you thought about what you are going to accomplish this year? You have a whole year to do it!!!



2009 was actually the first year that I kept my resolution. Since I was 13 I have had the same resolutions:

1. Loose weight

2. Eat less sweets.

3. Don't eat out often.

4. Quit smoking.

5. Stretch more.



Can you guess what my resolution was for last year?



To quit smoking.



And I did it! Around June time I drew in my last breath of Kool's Super Long and exhaled into a new life. I don't notice any CHANGES to not smoking, expect for the noticeable 5-10 pounds I put on. Sucks right? But the alternative is lung cancer, so I guess I'm still doing pretty good for myself. I really have Lover to thank for not smoking. I mean, he isn't a smoker; so I didn't smoke around him, and then I started "hiding" the smoking (he thought I quit in March) and then in June we moved in together. I figured there was NO WAY I would be able to live with him and be a smoker and think he wouldn't figure it out soon. So, I quit. Cold turkey. I guess I loved Lover more than I loved cigarettes.



For this years resolution I had to think about it for a long time. Not a LONG time, but I mean, I really put some thought into it.



Last year, in the beginning or the year, I read a lot of books. I like to read smutty trashy romance novels. OH! And I had the pleasure of reading the entire Twilight series. YIPPE! So, I would like to read a lot more.



In 2009, I also discovered what it felt like to fall in love. Even more importantly, I discovered what it felt like to BE loved. To truly be loved and be held by warm and loving hands. I have no doubts this spirit will carry out throughout the rest of mine and Lover's life.

If you haven't figured it out already... Lover and I are buying a home. The home buying process is STRESSFUL and I HATE having to deal with it. In the end, I just want to be in my home, curled up in my new bed and drinking lots of wine. :P So, this why I have decided to dedicate my entire year to this house. By the end of the year, I want to not only be living in, but have my home decorated to my liking so that in 2011 the only thing I have to worry about it where I put the wine glasses to dry! :P

"Ask Christie what happened the last time she hoped a fence for water"

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I Have a Problem

I've mentioned before that when I sleep I sleep, I am out and I don't like to be bothered! I've been known to curse, throw a tantrum, and even slap Lover in the face. Mind you, I don't remember a thing the next morning.

It's progressivly gotten worse, I should see a sleep doctor or something. Really. Anyone know one?

This morning I woke up in bed, with a vague recollection of how I got there. I walked by myself, but I am pretty sure not before giving Lover a piece of my mind.

So... When I woke up this morning I had a bad feeling. My mind was racing, but I felt guilty. I think I dreamed about being really mean to Lover. I could just tell that I was mean to him and that broke my heart. So, when I woke up I apologized and apologized and asked him to tell me what I did. He didn't. Now my mind is racing at what I possibly could have done, because he always shares with me what I do in my sleep, and usually voluntarily. This time? Nothing. Not a thing.

It HAD to be something pretty bad! Why wouldn't he tell me if it was something that was no big deal?

Something made me angry, and I took it out on Lover. I intend to find out just HOW I took it out on him.

...and I'm a genius!

I have been going back and forth on the "nickname" for Lover's daughter for many months now. I just don't know what to call her. VodkaMom already stole Bitchy and Sassy for her two daughters, so I can't very well steal those. I'm sure more of you that I read have some good nicknames too, but it's hard to remember them when I am thinking and writing about myself.

I have tossed around just using her first name, he nickname (play off her first name), and plain ol' 'Baby,' (original, right?) but none of them seemed to fit... until now.

Since the beginning of mine and Lover's relationship he has always joked about what a good girl his baby girl will be when she gets older. He then likes to imagine the horror, stress, and miserbility (is this a word? A state of being miserable) that I will go through once his "precious" daughter gets older. The fights, the tantrums, the not listening. He especially enjoys it, because it further proves to him that his daughter, his own flesh and blood, his offspring will love him more than she will love "the other woman."

He finds morbid humor in imagining his daughter throwing things at me, me telling her that if she doesn't behave "I'll tell Daddy," and just vivid hatred between the two of us. Now, he of course (or so he says), doesn't want that to happen and has no doubts that I will love his daughter and we will get along fine. Simple reason as to why? Because I'll be around from birth, she will always know me and out relationship as it is. I will never be some girl you storms in and takes away "Daddy's time."

Mind you, I have no idea about Father/Daughter relationships. My father is an ass-jockey and I can't imagine what in the world his is going to want to do with him.

Anyway, he pictures me as the evil step-mom in order to amuse his uneventful days. So, in order to get him back I will constantly talk about how if he doesn't watch it I really will become the evil step-mom and when he wasn't around I'll make her scrub the floors with lye and a sponge.

I know you're think that is the point where I became a genius, but it's not... bare with me.

My original dilemma was that I could not find a nickname for this child, so that I could directly talk shit about her (in the future of course, she is an innocent baby for now) and no one would know the wiser. All the talk of being mean was brought BACK up, it reminded me of a Disney movie. Which is why I responded that way. and the DING!

DING! DING! DING!

Her new nickname in my blog hit me... Are you ready for it?

Cinderella! Not only because of Lover's ridiculousness, but because I will be the step mom and her the step child and it fits PERFECTLY! You can tell me how smart and creative and brilliant I am now. No really, you can.

Now I want to know, what nicknames do you have for people in your blog? and how did you come up with it?

It's so Stressful. I Want to Cry.

Lover and I are buying a house. And.It.Makes.Me.Want.To.Cry...Massive.Amounts.Of.Tears.

The whole process is just a big long shitty, stressful one. Stressful ONE!

So, 2 weeks ago we bought our bed. AWESOME, right? Yea, it is awesome. We got a screaming deal, a great comfortable bed, and we came in about $200 under budget. :D Oh wait. We didn't BUY the bed, we put it on layaway, and Lover will be making weekly payments until it is paid off the end of March. Can you believe that places still have layaway? I thought they did away with all that bogus back when plastic became popular. Lucky for us, they didn't. Who wants to pay interest on something anyway? And to be honest, I really DON'T want or need the bed right away. I would rather them just deliver to out home, when we get it.

This past weekend we went and bought out furniture. What.A.Night.Mare.NightMARE! Let me make myself clear, I do NOT like furniture stores, nor do I like furniture salesmen and it was just our luck that we got stuck with... the new guy. We were in that store FAR longer than what we wanted to be, especially since we had already came in the week before and picked out everything that we wanted so all we needed to do was negotiate. We were there for 2 hours and there was little negotiating! We took some things off (that we wanted but didn't need) and finally worked out the price that we budgeted for it. PERFECT! Everyone is happy, right? Wrong!

Not more than 10 minutes after we left the F'ing place we get a phone call from the salesman. Apparently, his high school diploma is worthless, because he doesn't even possess the skills of basic math. He "forgot" to add in one of the MAJOR pieces of furniture into his calculation. He says, "Don't worry, I changed it and had my manager sign off, so your new total is [yadda yadda]." Hmm... I'm sorry, but that just isn't the price that works for me and don't you need my signature for some LEGAL reasons. Like you can't tell me I owe X amount of dollars and then change it to Y amount once I sign the papers and am not there to defend myself.

"Do I need to come down to sign anything?"
"Oh no you don't need to do that, we took care of everything."
"Except we didn't agree on the price you are saying, we agreed upon the price I signed off on, and who the hell are you to just change the amount you know nothing of what we can afford or what we have budgeted."
"Well, it just is not necessary for you to come down, you can if you want, if it makes you feel better." - Who he fuck does this guy think he is. I wish I had more time or knew a lawyer because I am almost positive that he would have been binded to what we originally agreed on, and that's just tough shit he fucked up.
"Well, it does. In fact, we want to cancel the whole contract, I'll see you tomorrow."

Yes, I don't do well with salesman, I don't like feeling taken advantage of, and don't you DARE try to tell me I have to pay for your mistake. I'll be done with you faster than you can say, "douche bag." Lover gets this pouty look on his face and doesn't say much, just listens to me bitch, and asks a million time what we are going to do. Ugh! Weren't you listening? We are cancelling the furniture. We can go somewhere else.

Lover then sticks out his lip, puts his head down, looks up at me, and says in the sweetest voice he can muster, "but I don't want to cancel the furniture."

That's just FUCKING GREAT!
At least he made me laugh, in fact, he made me crack up and I briefly forgot how pissed off I was at the Ass jockey from the furniture store.

Fine, we will go back tomorrow and try to work out another deal. I in fact, went online to do some more research. They were having some sales on buying a dresser and mirror and getting the bed (meaning the headboard/baseboard/foot board) for free and I saw something about spending over $2,000 and getting $400 off. SO, now I would be going in there MORE prepared tomorrow.

I did and took the fucker by storm. Not only that, but I dealed almost solely with the manager instead. Screw the new guy and his 3rd grade math skills. Anyway, we ended up going with different furniture, got a better deal of the living room set, and got more "taken off" than originally offered of advertised.

So, with the furniture and bed we came in about $300 over budget. I am hoping to get us back on track when we buy the TVs, refrigerator, and deep freezer. We are going to Sears and

Lover thinks that we will also be buying a pool table. I responded by telling him that will only happen if I get my bar and Kegorator. He said he would give up a TV. He would give up a TV for a pool table. Not only that, but he will give up the TV in the bedroom for it. He didn't want one in there to begin with. I DID. So, again he is sacrificing nothing. We are still in heated negotiation.

On another note, Obama extended the deadline. It looks like we will actually be able to benefit! Yippee! So now, we are racking our brains and it seems like all we think about is this fucking house, and getting the fucking loan, and what we are going to put in the fucking thing! UGHH!!

Overnight

Not many people can say they have to deal with Baby's Mommas (myself included), oh but how I know all about them.

BACKGROUND

While I am not at all giving dead beat Dads an excuse (as I have one), nor am I defending them in any way. BUT... After hearing some of Baby Momma's requests, demands, and unwillingness to budge. I can definitely see WHY men in general give up and neglect their responsibility. Women, don't always TELL the whole story, and make it very difficult to be civil. For example: In her imperfect world, Lover is not to have ANY overnights until Cinderella is 1 year old. :O

A year is a long damned time and has she even thought of the anxiety Cinderella might go through is she isn't use to staying with Lover and I? It just isn't realistic. Maybe if Lover was a dead beat Dad and only wanted Cinderella more so that he could pay less in child support or something. But, this is not the case. Lover wants, thrives, and now LIVES to be an active and supportive in Cinderella's life both financially, but MORE IMPORTANTLY physically.

Lover has a beautiful baby girl, Cinderella, from a previous relationship. I actually met Lover when Baby Momma (to be know from here out) was 7 months pregnant with Cinderella. He loves his little girl more than anything and has never made any attempt to "run" from his responsibility or his obligation. He is with Cinderella Monday through Wednesday from 8am until he goes to work at 2pm and Thursday and Friday from 8am until Baby Momma gets off of work at 5pm (Lover has Thursdays and Fridays off).

Lover and Baby Momma's relationship did not end on bad terms, they are still good friends (even though they don't hang out) and both want what is best for their daughter. They are not doing anything through the court (that just costs money) and everything is agreed between the two of them (dangerous).

BACKGROUND END

I've seen Lover get upset. He wants more time with his daughter, he misses her, BUT he is afraid to ask for more time, for steady overnights. I think he sometimes feels as though he is walking on egg shells, and one wrong move will lead to Baby Momma taking away Cinderella.

Finally, he has started to come around and ask for more things. We have "been granted" more frequent (but still unsteady) overnights, which thrills me, because it is one of the only times I get to see Cinderella (I work); the other time is Thursdays, for an hour, when Lover brings Cinderella to me on my lunch at work. :D

This morning, Lover asked Baby Momma for steady overnights! I think his new found balls, came because Baby Momma seemed to have some new found balls in asking him to start paying for half of HER (not Cinderella's) medical bills (understandable, but not really something we are worried about having to pay at this point. We have bills, we need to save, we're buying a house).

I have been nagging him for weeks to ask for overnights (a selfish attempt, because *I* want to see Cinderella more), and he finally did. I suggested 1 overnight a week (every Thursday or Friday - since he has those nights off). They agreed upon every Thursday and every other Friday! Happy tears were trying to stream down my face when I heard the good news! It starts tonight and I cannot wait to get home from work, wrap my arms around Cinderella, and smother her in kisses!

He's Takin' Over (For today only)

If you haven't already head on over to Blogging is for Dorks and check her out! She is the one who inspired all of this!


My boyfriend and I are very similar in the fact that we like to talk about ourselves, and we like to talk about our relationship. So, that is what he did and I'm not critizing him, he is new to the whole blog world; all I am saying is I will work with him.

I have read what he wrote, and I cried (shut up! I'm emotional like that! I can't control my hormones!). What you are about to read is true to our relationship and true to him. I swear the only think I edited was punctuation and paragraphs. I hate long paragraphs. Oh and I added the pictures.

Lover, Christie (AKA Love and Booze), and Cinderella

This is Curtis and I am writing about the love of my life, movies. No, just kidding, it’s about a beautiful woman named Christie.

I met Christie back in the beginning of February at a coffee shop in Tempe Marketplace. She walked through the door and I was instantly attracted to her. She had on tight jeans and a black shirt that showed off her “assets” clearly. She was just testing me she said. We talked for hours getting to know each other. It was the best date I had ever been on and believe me when I tell you that I have been on a lot.

We next met on the day before Valentines Day at Macaroni Grill. I had asked her to be my Valentine that day but I did give her some hints the day before about asking her. She already knew I was going to ask but played it off like she didn’t. We dated for about two months before I asked her to be my lady. I pretty much knew from our first date that this was definitely someone I could see myself being with.

We have been official for almost eight months now and it has been the best eight months of my life. I have a daughter from a previous relationship, her name is Cinderella [okay so I changed one thing], and Christie instantly warmed up to her. I was a little nervous telling her about that whole situation with Cinderella’s mother and I, but she understood and didn’t judge me in any way.

Christie and I have been living together for about five months now and things are great. We don’t fight and we get along very well. We did have to make adjustments because I had never lived with anyone so it was a lot different for me. We pulled through just fine and we couldn’t be happier.

Cinderella, Christie (AKA me!)

Christie is the most wonderful person I know. She is smart, kind, intelligent, peaceful, loving and worldly. She always has a lot to say about anything and everything. She knows how to get things done and doesn’t waste anytime. She is goal oriented and very hardworking. She has all the characteristics that I love in a life partner. She is the woman I intend on spending the rest of my life with. I want a home, children and a beautiful life with her. She is the one I want to vacation with, talk with, spend time with and grow old with. She makes me feel like the luckiest man alive. When it comes to her and I, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

First Carving

My first time EVER carving a pumpkin.

My family did Thanksgiving and Christmas, not Halloween.

The end result.
Lover's pumpkin. (He did a good job, don't tell him that!)

You like? I like!

Lover and his creation!

Finally, The artist and author herself.

One of my friends over at Blogging is for Dorks suggested that we have our significant other write about us, in order to scare away our readers, because who is really going to listen to anything we have to say after we called out by the one person who knows us the best? Anyway, I have Lover working on this and I should have it posted first thing Monday morning.

Sir? Sir, is this yours?

Every month, without fail, I make a trip to the store for some necessities. A box a Tampax Pearl Regular, a 1/2 pound Almond Toffee Symphony bar, the new Cosmopolitan, and a bottle of Midol.

I get back to the apartment to start my monthly ritual and UH OH! My tube of Vagisil is empty. :( I need to stay fresh during the devil's awful visit, but I already showered and got in my comfy clothes; going out again just wasn't an option. Thank gosh for text messaging. I text my wonderful boyfriend and asked him to pick up a small item from the store for me on his way home. He agrees; he is so sweet.

When he gets home, I am greeted by a not so pleasant version of my boyfriend. Something is bothering him, I can tell, so I pry.

You are now going to be entering Lover's mind:

I'm standing in line to pay for your item. The cashier finishes with the woman in front of me, grabs the item divider thing and put it aside. Then, he grabbed the Vagisil, held it up and asked, "Sir? Sir, is this yours?"

Why did he have to do that? Of course it's mine! I'm next in line right?

That's not even the worst part, behind me was a group of ASU girls and guys. They were probably thinking how whipped I am and what a fool I am.

Back to my mind:

Between spurts of laughter, I managed to remind him that they probably though he was in a loving, caring, relationship. Not to mention the girls were jealous of him because their boyfriend's can't even buy them dinner, let alone a feminine hygiene product.

I got "the look."

I had to ask.

"So, does this mean that you wont be going to the..."

"NO!"

"K."

Sedona

So, I thought I would do a Photo Blog of Lover and I's mini day vacation trip to Sedona.

First, you might want to read about the Starbucks Debacle.

THEN...

He thinks I'm weirdWe see the next 3 rock mountains

We really like waterfalls

Look! The color green!!!

I know the rock is pretty, but look at the sky; it was a beautiful day!Then we saw these pigsSo I gave her a kiss and the man... ...well, I don't know what he did :S We went shopping and found this sign. Very fitting. Stopped to have a beer... ...and fed Cinderella We found a statue

When he wasn't looking...

I sneaked a peak - good tuck!

We found a big slippery rock - Slide Rock I swear I didn't fall down Then Lover went in... Face first! ...then he slipped ... and tried to cover it up

And then we went home...

Changes Are Coming

So, in order to get all of my thoughts out I have decided to make a list instead of just a regular post.

1. Meet the parents.

My boyfriend told me last night, while I was making his dinner, that tomorrow (meaning today) was the day I was going to meet his Dad. The emotions I felt in this order: Excitement, Nervousness, Confusion, Anger, I'm not doing it, I don't have time to straighten my hair, I have nothing to wear, UGH why are putting me through this.

Now, let me explain. First, he hadn't even TOLD his Dad that we would be coming over. Meeting the parents is a BIG deal, like it should be planned. Both parties should have a minimum of a week to contemplate the entire ordeal and come up with questions. Well, unfortunately my man doesn't work that way. He likes to everything on a whim and with absolutely no notice. You see, he stresses me out.

I've been wanting to meet his parents (Dad, Mom, and Mom's Boyfriend) for awhile now, but he doesn't really have the best relationship with ANY of his family members. They are weird like that, they don't talk on the phone, they don't tell anyone about their personal life, nothing! I mean to tell you my Mom knew I was moving in with him a week before I did. His parents don't even know we live together - it's been over 2 months. Hey, don't judge - it's our life [Bon Jovi song fades in here].

So, I need help from you guys! See, I have this theory that no one likes me with him because of the age difference. I am 20 and he is 26, almost 27 and it seems like when someone finds out "how young I am" they disapprove. Now, age is a number, not a maturity level. AND there are some things I accomplished that I like to share with people because I proud of them and it is impressive. I graduated high school at 16, I got my AA at 17, and I just received my BS in Business Administration right after I turned 20. Tell his Dad this would give away my age, something I don't want to disclose in the beginning. But I am who I am.

Now, that I am writing all of this out, I don't really care if his Dad likes me, because his Dad isn't really important to him. Okay. So, I think I made up my own mind for me. I'm just going to be me.

Have I mentioned that I've never met anyone's parents before, EVER!

2. Easier to gain then it is to lose.

So, how come it is easier to gain 5 pounds in 2 - 3 weeks than it is to lose 5 pounds in the same amount of time. Lately, I stopped cooking (I know BIG mistake) and started eating out more - need to stop! Before I knew it, I gained 5 pounds.

What in the Universe would have lured me into getting on the scale you ask. Well, I have been craving pizza - I don't like pizza! It's a disgusting greasy food that has far too much cheese, it's chewy and taste like bread. I have no idea why I was craving pizza, I just was. So the day after I consumed an entire small pizza and 2 can sodas in one sitting, I hopped on the scale. I'm not longer craving pizza.

Last night, I did 40 sit-ups and 40 push-ups. It's not much but it's a start. Then, tonight after I meet Lover's Dad, we are going to go walking, somewhere; maybe the park, or the local high school track, I don't care where, I just need to walk. I need to excercise, I need motivation though. :(

3. 3 day weekend and vacation

Today is my Friday; go ahead and hate; I'll wait...

So, I requested tomorrow off, because I just needed a day off. Then, Lover and I decided that we would go to Sedona, AZ and take his baby girl, Cinderella, we get to take her overnight and don't have to take her back to the Baby Momma until noon on Saturday.

4. Meeting old friends

Remember when I wrote about that couple snobbing us, because the girl fell asleep on the couch? Well, they invited us over Friday night. Now, it looks like after our nice day trip to the country to see rocks and sunsets, we are going to be hanging out with the same couple. I was shocked that they invited us. Looks like we are going to just hang out at their house and order pizza, OH NO!

5. Job hunting

As you might already know, I have been hunting for a new job. I interviewed for one position last week! YAY! I am horrible at interviews, I think I am just too honest. However, I should be hearing from them tomorrow on whether or not I am called back for a SECOND interview.

If that doesn't work out, I have another one lined up, and just found out about another possible position. However, I REALLY want to work for the company that I just interviewed for. I should know more tomorrow, I'll call while on my trip if I have to!

6. Bartending.

As you read, the season is starting. Which means busy. It also means money. Hey, a girl's gotta pay the bills.

I think that is it. For now, I have everything off of my chest.

The First 2 Months Are the Hardest

<--- The first picture we took together, from my cell phone.

Well folks, it has officially been 2 months since the Boyfriend, Lover, and I have moved in together. Despite the warnings, precautions, and post-moving scares we received from our friends we made it, and happily.

A few responses we got when people found out we were moving in together.

"Be careful! The first 2 months are the hardest!" This was the most common. Followed by:

"He/she is going to get on your nerves."

"You have to adjust and remember to compromise, a lot."

"Try not to fight too much."

"It's going to be hard, trust me!"

Me: "We don't really understand what people mean by the first two months are hard. Everything is great for us!"
Friend (who just recently had her boyfriend move it): "Oh no! Trust me girl! They are hard! The first two months are the hardest!"

The first picture we took together, as a couple. --->

Well, now we have made it 2 months into living together and things are great! I couldn't love him more, we are there for each other, and we still have not had a single argument. Unless you count me yelling at him NOT to do the dishes on Sunday because I wanted him to spend the next 20 minutes before he had to go to work with me and not cleaning (something I can do while he is away at work, because I had nothing better to do).

I Have A Dream...

Okay, not really. I had a dream and it came true, well, sort of.

The Dream:

Lover and I were sitting on our bed discussing finances. I wanted to know where he was spending all of his money. After a few moments of haggling he finally confessed that he was paying off a coworker. He owed someone he worked with $3,000 and was trying to pay it off in 5 months. He explained that he lost it while playing poker, gambling! Then he leaned in to give me a kiss. I was mad and angry, he lied to me, I had every right to be mad and angry. So, instead of embracing the kiss, I slapped him. The dream ended.

Flash forward a few hours to this morning…

I vaguely remembered the dream and probably would have forgot about it if it were not for Lover.

After I got ready for work, I went back into the bedroom to give Lover a kiss good-bye, he has Fridays off of work. This is when he asked me why I slapped him last night. With a confused look I asked, “I slapped you?” Apparently, last night I slapped him while I was sleeping. But that is not the even crazier part.

I fall asleep early and he stays up late. He is use to it. He works the Swing shift. When he went to bed last night, he went to give me a kiss good-night (again, I was sleeping), and I slapped him. I slapped him for kissing me, just like I did in my dream.

Couple Friends

Text Conversation:

US – “Hey Bro [clearly not me texting here] do you and Jane* want to get together and do something tonight?”
THEM – “Sure what do you have in mind?”
US – “Dinner and a movie? OR we could just hang out by the pool, catch up, and relax.”

[Jeopardy music playing in the background]

30 minutes later…

THEM – “Hey Bro [clearly directed towards Lover], Jane just passed out on the couch, I don’t think tonight is a good night.”

So, this was at 6:30 pm on a Friday night. Yea, Lover and I need new friends. I mean, seriously? If you didn’t want to hang out, why wouldn’t someone just say he or she wasn’t in the mood? OR if you didn’t like ideas, why wouldn’t you suggest something else?

On another night, Lover and I were going to gather a bunch of our friends together and have a big dinner. There were 20 people (including us). Within 24 hours of the dinner, 16 people backed out! The only people who went to the dinner was me, Lover, my Mom, and Step-Dad.

I really don’t think that something is wrong with us, because we are good people. Wait, did I mention that these were all HIS friends that were backing out?

Don’t be mistaken, my friends back out too. Only, my friends consist of my Dad’s ex girlfriend (ya, I know) and her boyfriend (who I can’t stand). She sort of tells me the truth though. She is a 33 year-old-woman, with 2 divorces, and 3 kids, who is not “allowed” to hang out with me. Her boyfriend thinks that I, a 20 year-old young woman with 3 degrees, no kids, and a loving boyfriend, is a bad influence. Who are we kidding here? The saddest part of it all, is that she listens. Yup.She.Listens.

So… I will say it again. Lover and I need new friends, non flaky ones, who enjoy going out. You can be single or a couple. Although, we do ask that if you are a couple, you cannot be consumed in your relationship, because if you are consumed in your relationship you will only want to hang out with the other partner, and THAT would make you like our current friends.

Anyone else in the market? We will send you our resume!

*name changed to protect identity :P

Big Deal, So What, Who Cares?

I was driving to work this morning when this song, Leann Rimes - Big Deal, managed to make it's way from my I-pod, to my car speakers and into my ears.

This song can spark up so much conversation; especially one me and Lover (the boyfriend) had the other night. Thus, the song is my Muse for the day.

Ladies, let's face it; we can't just allow one of our girlfriends to be happy with someone.

A group of friends can all be single -dating? Yes, but still single - who gather together and have a grand ol' time. However, when one of those girls happens to stubble across love, which we all know is kind of a trip, fall and collapse into love, all of a sudden that one who found love becomes an Untouchable. I don't mean, simply you can't touch her, I mean like an Untouchable from the caste system of Ancient India.

Why do we do this? Why do we see our friend, so happy, in love, full of life, and determined to better herself, and bring her down? Women turn into a hunter, or better yet a fisherman. You try to tempt us with your worm. We see the ploy and just as we think we can swim away you grab your bow and arrow and shoot us right in the heart.

STOP the madness! It's an infectious, jealous disease. She is not a traitor, she still loves you too, she still wants to hang out, she still wants things to be like "they use to be." But, that cannot happen if YOU don't allow it.

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