yes. I said it. the love of my life. I miss the smell of him, his touch, the way he looks into my eyes as if I'm the most precious thing in the world. I miss the intensity of his look, his hands on my arms pulling me close, his arms wrapped around my back to bring me even closer.
Thank you God, for this precious gift. I only hope I don't let him down. Don't take me yet please. I am in love with him, totally, no doubt, 100% crazy in love.
I love this man more than anyone in the world. To the moon and back, infinity times.
On that note, I think i can fall asleep. I had to get it off my chest. See you in my dreams my darling... see you in my dreams until you join me.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
titleless
I decided that since I didn't make it to the gym last night, i'd workout today. But because I have so many meetings today, I only had 20 minutes. And I managed to rub two blisters on the bottom of both feet. Really Neets? You couldn't take put your tennis shoes on? It would have only taken a minute to slip them on, don't even have to lace the darn things. but nooooo, I had to be all in a hurry and walked in my boots. Suffer woman...dumb move.
I am crazy mad in love. The kind you only read about, or hear other people talk about but in the back of your head you're thinking 'bullshit'. No, it does exist. I feel hallow when we're not together. He tells me exactly what he thinks about stuff others would lie to me about and doesn't bullshit me or coddle me. yet, he's gentle and kind and generous. I hope it's the same way a year from now, two years from now.. 20 years from now. God, thank you. I love this man.
I am crazy mad in love. The kind you only read about, or hear other people talk about but in the back of your head you're thinking 'bullshit'. No, it does exist. I feel hallow when we're not together. He tells me exactly what he thinks about stuff others would lie to me about and doesn't bullshit me or coddle me. yet, he's gentle and kind and generous. I hope it's the same way a year from now, two years from now.. 20 years from now. God, thank you. I love this man.
Monday, January 14, 2013
I'm a poet and didn't know it. HAHA j/k
You look into my eyes and my legs begin to weaken
For standing here
before me
Is the man I have been
seeking.
My prayers for love, a dreamers dream
I thought would be forsaken
Each time we part and go our ways
My heart, my love, is breakin.
I know not where this path might lead
Ours is a complicated deal
But there is one thing I know for certain
that is my love for you is real.
And once there was...
wow. I found out today that the federal govt. may have force us to use days off without pay. Where have I been lately? Sleeping under a rock? They raised taxes the first of the year for the new payroll tax and I'm out 50.00 a paycheck. Now they're talking about a furlough for a month if the budget doesn't get straightened out. Not that I wouldn't mind a month off work, but you really think my husband is going to support me for a month? I doubt it. Then I heard it may be every other week, or one day every other week. who knows. All I know is it's going to affect my paycheck and this woman has bills to pay. Just like the President. Just like congress. Except this woman doesn't have millions saved up for a rainy day. Hell, this woman doesn't even have 20.00 saved up for a rainy day. Of course, this is going to happen in February. What else happens in February? people do their taxes. no one is going to be able to submit their taxes if the federal govt is shut down. Just like last year, it'll be at the last very minute and poof, they'll agree to something that'll last 6 months. Rince, and repeat.
So, my morning started off nice. I get so bored at home that come Monday, I'm looking forward to seeing people at the office. Halfway here my eyes start shutting and I nearly fall asleep. I really need to do something about going to bed before midnight on a work night. Chris doesn't understand that I can't get 5 hours of sleep and drive the next morning. I'm not awake until 9ish. Normally I'm groggy as hell until then. I'm starting to resent him for that and that's not good. For a man who doesn't want to talk during the day, he sure can talk up a storm when it's time for me to hit the sack.
and if it isn't him, it's his boys who're up until midnight or later. I miss the days where it was quiet in the evenings. I need to work on my patience. Fuckit.. they need to respect the fact I get up at the asscrack of dawn and don't get home until the sun sets. I'm on some potent meds and damnit.. I get TIRED.
I have a bone to pick with my body. Yo, body. Fat cells. I spent a week sick. Ate barely enough to keep a fly alive and YOU HOLD ON TO THE FAT?? WTF? You couldn't ditch one single fat cell? ONE? not ONE TINY CELL? I'm a bit miffed about that. You need to get something straight. When you're sick and not getting food/fat, you need to use what is already stockpiled on the arms, ass and legs. OH and lets not forget the belly. You could let go of some of that too. Oh yeah. you could. It's rather sad to get on the scale this morning and see that you weigh the same as you did two weeks ago. bastard traterious body.
So, I was sick last week. And being sick, I coudln't work. I guess I could have if I really wanted to, but I didn't. I found out what my lazy assed dog does all day. NOTHING. He gets up with me in the morning and crawls back under the heated blanket before I leave. The little yappy shit won't even walk me to the door. I know cuz I've tried to bribe him with a treat.
So, I thought, well.. maybe he has a burst of energy when Chris gets up. Nope. he gets up at noon when Tim does, so he can go outside to do his b'ness, then curls back in his heated blanket to nap. That walk around the block must wear out those tiny Chihuahua legs. Then he'll walk all over your face until you get up to take him out at 5pm to go potty again. Does he run around and play? Hell no. He goes back to my blanket and curls up. Of course, by this time the timer has gone off (it works for 10 hours) and it's cold. So, he'll stare at you.. and stare.. and stare.. until you get up and turn the blanket on. Bastard. Then, at 7pm when I'm trying to cook something edible without my usual talent of charing the goods, he's under my feet waiting for me to drop something (and I usually do) he's figured out the 5 second rule and gets to it before me. That's about the only burst of energy that lazy fart has. By 10pm he's staring me down to go to bed. No lie. He'll look at me with those huge eyes and stand on the bottom step to go to the bedroom. It's usually a 5 minute arguement (yes, i argue with the dog) that I don't want to go to bed, and he's giving me the 'look' and finally I grumble and drag my feet to bed. ZOOM, under the blanket he goes.
How does he sleep? I will spare you the details, but I have to move him because he's a little pervert. And when I move him from that spot, he sticks his nose on my butt. He must love it because as many times as I've farted on him (on purpose) he never moves. Why? Cause my farts smell like roses. That's why.
well, it's time to go to a meeting, if anything interesting happens between then and the time I leave for my sweethearts house, I'll come back and share.
until then.. I'm out.
So, my morning started off nice. I get so bored at home that come Monday, I'm looking forward to seeing people at the office. Halfway here my eyes start shutting and I nearly fall asleep. I really need to do something about going to bed before midnight on a work night. Chris doesn't understand that I can't get 5 hours of sleep and drive the next morning. I'm not awake until 9ish. Normally I'm groggy as hell until then. I'm starting to resent him for that and that's not good. For a man who doesn't want to talk during the day, he sure can talk up a storm when it's time for me to hit the sack.
and if it isn't him, it's his boys who're up until midnight or later. I miss the days where it was quiet in the evenings. I need to work on my patience. Fuckit.. they need to respect the fact I get up at the asscrack of dawn and don't get home until the sun sets. I'm on some potent meds and damnit.. I get TIRED.
I have a bone to pick with my body. Yo, body. Fat cells. I spent a week sick. Ate barely enough to keep a fly alive and YOU HOLD ON TO THE FAT?? WTF? You couldn't ditch one single fat cell? ONE? not ONE TINY CELL? I'm a bit miffed about that. You need to get something straight. When you're sick and not getting food/fat, you need to use what is already stockpiled on the arms, ass and legs. OH and lets not forget the belly. You could let go of some of that too. Oh yeah. you could. It's rather sad to get on the scale this morning and see that you weigh the same as you did two weeks ago. bastard traterious body.
So, I was sick last week. And being sick, I coudln't work. I guess I could have if I really wanted to, but I didn't. I found out what my lazy assed dog does all day. NOTHING. He gets up with me in the morning and crawls back under the heated blanket before I leave. The little yappy shit won't even walk me to the door. I know cuz I've tried to bribe him with a treat.
So, I thought, well.. maybe he has a burst of energy when Chris gets up. Nope. he gets up at noon when Tim does, so he can go outside to do his b'ness, then curls back in his heated blanket to nap. That walk around the block must wear out those tiny Chihuahua legs. Then he'll walk all over your face until you get up to take him out at 5pm to go potty again. Does he run around and play? Hell no. He goes back to my blanket and curls up. Of course, by this time the timer has gone off (it works for 10 hours) and it's cold. So, he'll stare at you.. and stare.. and stare.. until you get up and turn the blanket on. Bastard. Then, at 7pm when I'm trying to cook something edible without my usual talent of charing the goods, he's under my feet waiting for me to drop something (and I usually do) he's figured out the 5 second rule and gets to it before me. That's about the only burst of energy that lazy fart has. By 10pm he's staring me down to go to bed. No lie. He'll look at me with those huge eyes and stand on the bottom step to go to the bedroom. It's usually a 5 minute arguement (yes, i argue with the dog) that I don't want to go to bed, and he's giving me the 'look' and finally I grumble and drag my feet to bed. ZOOM, under the blanket he goes.
How does he sleep? I will spare you the details, but I have to move him because he's a little pervert. And when I move him from that spot, he sticks his nose on my butt. He must love it because as many times as I've farted on him (on purpose) he never moves. Why? Cause my farts smell like roses. That's why.
well, it's time to go to a meeting, if anything interesting happens between then and the time I leave for my sweethearts house, I'll come back and share.
until then.. I'm out.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
For the love of .. HELLO?!
WHO keeps crop dusting as he/she walks past my desk? You think this is funny? This particular cloud of odor has remained for HOURS. the fucking fuck?
my wonderful camping experience
It really was amazing. We left on Fathers day, heading to Cumberland, MD to drop off the 14 scouts Scout master, Mr. Spicer, Mr. Phillips, Granny and Pawpaw. They headed, by train, to Frostburgh to begin the trip. Once they left, Chris and I headed to the first spot to grab a camping spot.
First night, it rained like a summabitch. Monday.. rained again. Tuesday, more rain. Wednesday.. RAIN RAIN RAIN. you get the picture. Thursday was a relax day, where everyone goes tubing down the canal. now THAT was fun.. up to the point where I got knocked off the tube by a bunch of underwater boulders and every time I would try to get up I'd slip off the moss and swallow water. by Thursday night we had RAIN and same for Friday. LOL it was funny though because the only time it would rain would be at night. During the day it was a bright bright sunny day.
more to write.. as I remember it
First night, it rained like a summabitch. Monday.. rained again. Tuesday, more rain. Wednesday.. RAIN RAIN RAIN. you get the picture. Thursday was a relax day, where everyone goes tubing down the canal. now THAT was fun.. up to the point where I got knocked off the tube by a bunch of underwater boulders and every time I would try to get up I'd slip off the moss and swallow water. by Thursday night we had RAIN and same for Friday. LOL it was funny though because the only time it would rain would be at night. During the day it was a bright bright sunny day.
more to write.. as I remember it
Haven't posted in a while, so much to update on. First, back in college and holding a 3.5 gpa. I'm signing up for my next class tomorrow, which will be Intro to Homeland Security. What will I do with that degree at my age? No damn idea. But it's the one i want so why the hell not.
Amber and Lucas came over, mostly to visit with Zac since he had a major boo boo yesterday with a blender. but i'll write more on that later... too tired right now. Points to write on tomorrow:
Amber and Lucas came over, mostly to visit with Zac since he had a major boo boo yesterday with a blender. but i'll write more on that later... too tired right now. Points to write on tomorrow:
- what I think love feels like
- new neighbors and her barking mini furball.
- job interview
- a quilting idea
- why I hate sprycel
- the job and why it sucks.
- my husband and why I love him so much
- more stuff but i'm tired and the barking furball no bigger than a dust bunny is driving me INSANE.
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