Showing posts with label Moving In. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moving In. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Moving to Alaska?

My BF told me the other day that he thinks we should move to Alaska. He has apparently lost his mind because I know I am not cut out to live in Alaska.

Nothing against Alaska, its beautiful, wild and amazing (if the commercials are to be believed) and I would love to visit one day (preferably in the summer) but it takes a certain kind of person to live there year round and I am not that person. I did once consider moving to Anchorage after college, I was thinking a new adventure for graduate school but notice I was planning to move to a city and I changed my mind when I read your need a engine/battery (I can't remember which) warmer for your car in the winter...I don't want to live in a world were I need a engine/battery warmer for your car. Like I said it takes a special kind of person to live there...

Putting aside that I can barely tolerate the winters in Utah and that the winters in Alaska are much worse, I am pretty sure he wants to be homesteaders!!! Do I strike you as the type of girl who could homestead?

And whats up with men wanting to live in Alaska, I doubt most of these men who claim they want to live there could in fact live in a cabin in the woods 24/7/365. Because they don't just want to move they want to live there like my ancestors did on the frontier...I guess that is why they call Alaska the Last Frontier.

I see them with their cell phones, central heating and buying the most expensive cut of meat at the grocery store. They enjoy the creature comforts as much as I do and I really really enjoy them. And yet they think can go up to Alaska and carve out a living like our ancestor did or according to some TV shows they still do in Alaska. I doubt most of them would last a full winter.

And if I had to be stuck in a cabin with one person for the whole winter I would give new meaning to cabin fever, homicidal maniac and premenstrual symptoms.

A close friend of mine said that the men we know what to move to Alaska to grow beards, spit and pee outside...I don't know if that is true or not but I do know I love The BF enough to know that would be a bad idea.




Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Its Party Time!!!!

I may have mentioned a few dozen times that I moved in with The BF. What I may not have mentioned is that I am notorious for not unpacking when I move. I have been know to leave things in boxes for months and months (except my books cause everyone knows those are necissities and not a luxuary item). In fact I unpack things as I need them...being that The BF has most things I need so a lot of my stuff has remainned packed in boxes and bins. 

After much complaining from The BF I finally decided to unpack the boxes in the garage and what did I find my 3 favorite kitchen gadets/accessories. The blender perfect for making margaritas, the coffee bean grinder perfect for making iced coffee mixed with kahlua drinks and my martini mix set perfect for makeing vodka martinins shaken not stirred.

Now I am making a very specialist grocery list and have decided I need to use my mixology knowledge to invent a new drink and call it The MJ...A Girl Named Michael is just to long and a drink called Michael sounds like it has bourbon in it and I dont like bourbon.

I am going to start next week when the psedo step-kids are on vacation with their mom for a week.

I bet I am late for work a lot next week.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

A Tribute to My Grandpa

Today I have been going through boxes and old files and while looking for something else I came across a file folder labeled biochemistry, inside I found the obituary, funeral program and Life Sketch of my Grandpa Dee Jay.

I was instantly transported to a time 11 years ago when I spoke at his funeral all the emotions came flooding back like it was yesterday. In fact as I sit here typing my eyes are filled with tears and the screen is blurrying  before my eyes.

So I am going to embrace those feelings and share with you my Grandpas life. 

Dee Jay was born December 4, 1929, he was the first son and second child of 12 to Berton and Rachel Mae. Being one of the oldest he shared the responsibility of gathering firewood, bringing water, starting the morning fire and other such chores.

He attended Malad Idaho Elementary and Jr, High School. During these years he shined shoes and set bowling pins at the bowling alley for dimes and nickels.

Quitting school his ninth grade year he began working. He traveled with a carnival, sometimes hitch hiking between cities because he was too young to be hired by the carnival. Other times the trucks would stop at the state line so he could walk across to the next state, because it was illegal to transport a minor across state lines. At other times he helped farmers by riding the derrick horse or driving wagons. He also worked as a fry cook. One summer while helping his Uncle Stephen on the harrow he broke his leg. They transported him from Kilgore Idaho to Malad before he got medical attention. He spent days in the hospital allowing the swelling to go to down so the compound fracture could be set. He enjoyed showing the scar off to his family. In his youth grandpa tried his hand at various jobs and gained many skills. He never stopped amazing us with the stories of his many experiences.

At the age of 17 he joined the Air Force and spent time in Topeka, Kansas, St. Louise Missouri, Puerto Rico, and Guatemala. He was assigned to a reconnaissance aircraft, the B17, as a radio operator which gave him the training and education which lead to his life time career.
At age 20 he became reacquainted with Hanna Lou. Two months later, on August 8th 1950 the were married in Carlin, Nevada.

Shortly after his marriage he went to work for the State of Idaho Highway Dept surveying roads and testing road materials. During this time his four oldest children were born, Grant in 1951, 11 months later Eunice was born in 1952. Louise came in 1954 and Janice in 1955.

Also in 1955 he was hired by the Federal Government as an Air Traffic Controller. The family temporally moved to Bountiful, Utah for 6 months.

They then moved back to Malad where he continued working for the FAA at the Malad Airport for 18 years. Here he loved his job and co-workers. Three more children were born during these years, Dana in 1957, Natalie in 1959 and Dalan in 1962.

In 1965 Grandpa and Grandma were sealed in the Logan Temple to each other and their children for all eternity.

Grandpa kept busy during these years being active in the Lions Club, The Eagles Club, and serving on the Draft Board. He also enjoyed raising and racing horses. He served as LDS church as the executive secretary, a young men's adviser, home teacher, Sunday school teacher, a member of the Sunday School Presidency and a member of the Elder's Quorum Presidency. 

TO better support his family he took other jobs such as spraying for weeds and insects. During lambing he would help sheep ranchers. As payment he brought home the orphaned or "bum" lambs for his family to raise.

In 1973 the airport in Malad closed down and Grandpa moved his family to Boise Idaho. He continued working for the FAA for 12 more years and took a second job as a relief bus driver. Also during this time he was selected to take special training for his job and became certified as a E faus specialist. He also served as stake missionary for his church. In all he jobs Grandpa excelled and earned respect from those around him.

While in Boise and in his fifties Grandpa picked up new hobbies. Although deathly afraid of drowning he endured 3 sessions of swimming lessons until he learned to swim. At the age of 52, Grandpa learned down hill skiing. He also learned the trade of shoe repairing. A skill he hoped to use after he retired. It was also during this time that he became a grandfather a role he enjoyed immensely.
In 1985 Grandpa retired from the FAA and in 1986 he and Grandma returned to Malad, his beloved home and as he would say, "God's Country."

In 1987 he went through surgery for colon cancer. Although the illness altered his life, he won the battle and as a true survivor continued an active and productive life. Grandpa again worked in the young men's program and as a home teacher.

He then took a new job as a manager of the Senior Citizen's Center. He remained at this job for 13 years. He was dedicated worker preparing the monthly meat order for the center from his hospital bed just a day and 1/2 before his death.

After retiring to Malad Grandpa picked up the hobbies of snowmobiling and riding ATVs. He again raised, trained and raced horses. He continued snow skiing into his 60's and always enjoyed hunting and fishing with his children and other relatives.

Grandpa's highest priority in life was his wife, children, grandchildren and other family members. I am very proud to be able to call him Grandpa.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

One is the Loneliest Number, Thank Goodness

Now that I am all moved in to with The BF and everything is going good, really it is. There is one little thing. And really it’s just minor barely worth a mention except its oh so important to me.

I don’t have any alone time!!!

Believe it or not I have always had time I can spend by myself. My mom likes to tell a story of when I was a toddler leaving me on a blanket with some toys and I would stay there and play all by myself. Then as I got older and had siblings I would just escape to my room and ignore my family.

And not matter how many roommates I had or if I had a live in boyfriend I always had a place I could escape to and read, listen to music or just ponder the questions of the Universe. Even when I lived with my sister and had my 2 nieces running to tell me every little detail of their very cute little lives, I still had my alone time.

But now I am never alone. There is always someone around. I don’t have time to think except when I am driving back and forth to work and I really need to be paying attention to what I am doing at this time not day dreaming.

I know that this is the reality of family life but it an issue I had not considered before I moved in and I am really struggling with wanting everyone to leave me alone.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Donna Reed I am Not

Saturday evening my "pseudo" step-son asked me if I would take him to his grandma's house. My first response was Why? And did you ask your dad? His response was Dad said to ask you. My confusion was at an all time high until I asked a few more questions. (He has this sweet and annoying habit of starting a conversation in his head then including you half way through it.) What he meant to say was MJ, (that's what my "pseudo" step-kids call me), MJ will you take us to Grandma's house Monday morning so we don’t have to get up when dad goes to work so we can sleep in cause we are on summer break.

You see this week The BF's ex-wife/my friend/mother to the "pseudo" stepkids is on vacation in Pennsylvania visiting her BF, George Glass. (Anyone know that reference?) And in case you haven’t put the pieces together my 1st full week at my new home and I am playing "pseudo" step-mom 24/7. Not the smartest time to move in I know but I was slow connecting those dots and had already made all the arrangements before I realized she was going to be gone.

Luckily for the kids I had a mom who had to work early and I HATED having to wake up to go to the sitters. So I of course said yes I will take you to Grandmas all week. (Gee I am nice). After all I am use to get kids up in the morning, I have been getting my niece up and ready for school for a few years on and off. And these kids don’t even have to be to school just grandmas. That means all they have to be is dressed and surely that wont take long.

I didn’t factor in to the equation that families are different and kids in the same family are different. So they don’t act the same in the morning. Also I didn't account for getting 2 kids up instead of just the one I was use to getting up. I also failed to factor in a new hair cut but that’s another post.

Without boring you with all the details on Day 1 as we are leaving I notice that the "pseudo" stepdaughter's hair is not brushed. So I grab a brush & quickly fix the problem. But she looks at me a little sad, she knows that I am skilled at doing little girl and was hoping for something beyond a quick brushing. I tell her we will do better tomorrow and rush out the door.

Day 2 the poor thing gets a quick rather sloppy ponytail (this is actually rather pathetic because I am a ponytail expert). Thank God my "pseudo" stepson is 13 and can manage on his own.

It’s a good thing I don’t have to do this all the time. They would look like refugees.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Walking Dead Girl Named Michael

I am not a morning person. According to my mother I never have been and I am betting I never will be a morning person. I don’t like them; they come too early, and if you are the unfortunate person who woke me up God help you and your kin.

I sometime think this is because I don’t sleep well and often suffer from insomnia and I am a girl who needs her 7 - 8 hours of sleep a night. Over the course of my 35 years (mark this day I am admitting my age) I have learned tricks to ensure I get a good night sleep. I have a white noise maker, no caffeine after 5PM, Count to 10 and clear my mind of all thoughts, no starting a new book after 9PM (I regularly ignore this one), have 2 glasses of wine when really stressed....you get the point.

When all these things don’t work I have one last secret that helps me sleep....my blankie.

That’s right I have a blankie. It’s the same blankie I have had according to my mom (after all she is the expert about my early years) since I was born. She claims I use to take it every where until one day she explained to me I was a big girl and its time to leave it at home on my bed. This is where it has been ever since. I keep it under my pillow. And when all my other tricks fail I reach under my pillow and run my fingers across my blankie and I am usually asleep in 10 minutes.

Is it normal for a 35 year old (there I go again admitting my age, really mark this day in history) to have a blankie? I don’t know your life so I have no idea. Don’t judge me that's not cool.

Despite all my secret weapons I have not sleep well in 3 days and it is starting to take its toll. My sleep has been restless and I often wake in the night for no reason. This is causing a fair amount of stress and I am getting cranky. I am not nice when I am cranky.

This morning as I lay cursing the early morning sun (why is it so bright so early) it dawned, pun intended, on me why my blankie is not working....it’s not The BF!!! I miss him. Don’t tell him I said that it will make him all cocky and arrogant.

Luckily he doesn’t read my blog.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

My Last Night

Tonight is my last night at my sisters. As of Friday I will be all moved out taking everything with me including the cat.

On Tuesday my mom was a little sad when she realized I won’t be spending Tuesday evening with her to watch NCIS and NCIS: Los Angles. We watch it for the same reason; there are hot men. Admittedly we like different men and she doesn’t think Chris O'Donnell is yummy (which is wrong because he so is). To be honest she doesn’t think any of them are yummy but she does think Mark Harmon is good looking. I think they are yummy and would watch no matter what it was about. I told her that I could stay late if I wanted to.

I then started thinking about The BF and that I am having a hard time reconciling my long independent single ways with those of my committed relationship ways. To be honest I don’t have committed relationship ways I am making them up as I go. I have been doing things on my own for awhile and I am use to only thinking about me, me, and me. So the idea of someone waiting at home for me is a little new and weird. I hope I don’t forget he is waiting.

I bet I do.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I Think my BF is a Girl

Yesterday The BF and I got into a knock down drag out fight. Yes I am being dramatic. No one got hit and we didn’t even raise our voices. But all day we were at war with each other and it wasn’t pretty. Maybe war is to harsh a word it was more like me telling him he is acting like a girl and to man up.

The whole thing started when The BF stated he was cold. And I admit it was chilly the thermostat read 65 degrees Fahrenheit. But cold...I don’t think so. He wanted to turn the furnace on I was adamantly against this. I told him to stop being soft (I sound just like my mother) and to go put more clothes on if he is cold. He seemed pacified for a moment then after dinner he started in again with being cold. The temperature had dropped down to 64 degrees (OMG we will all freeze) and he seemed to thing this was unacceptable. He kept saying my fingers were cold and I kept saying put on some gloves.

Then next thing I know is the furnace is clicking on. I yelled up the stairs are you going through menopause and having hot flashes, he mumbled something that I am sure was not nice but sound like cold hearted...!!! This went on until we went to bed and as soon as he fell asleep I opened the window. He got upset claiming the furnace will not shut off if the window is open and I said if you turn it off you done have to worry about it clicking on at all.

On my commute to work this morning I realized that this will be an on going "disagreement" between us. You know that argument you keeping having over and over and over again. After all I think 68-70 degrees is the perfect temperature and he thinks 77-80 degrees is the perfect temperature.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Here Kitty Kitty

My sister and I are in a custody battle. After living together for a year she has decided that she wants to keep a few things that are mine and I have decided I should have mandatory visitation rights to her girls. But these are minor issue compared to the real fight future of MY cat Tigger.

Seriously we are fighting about who should retain custody of a cat. My cat!!!! Who fights about that? My sister and I do!!!! She doesn't even like my cat. She calls her ugly and an asshole. She says my cat is mean and weird. My nieces are always complaining that Tigger scratched them when they tried to pet her. But now that I am moving and taking her with me, my sister wants to keep her.

I randomly get bizarre texts messages like this: 
  • Tigger needs to live with us. She is happy here.
  • Tigger just told me she doesn’t really like u and wants to stay with me. I think she is at the age where she can decide which parent she wants to live with

 And now she has got my mother to side with her on this matter. My mom keeps saying I worry about Tigger you should leave her with your sister. This is the person who wanted to keep Tigger and after a couple months decided that she didn’t want a cat and told me that I could have her or I could take her to the no kill shelter.
 
These people are nuts!!

My sister wants Tigger to change and be a more lovey cat and is always making her get out of the bathroom sink. I am the only person who loves and understands Tigger. I am the one who found her one dark and stormy night, I am the one who named her, I am the one who pays her vet bills, I am the one who indulges Tigger's idiosyncrasies, I am the one who always makes sure she is in the house at night, I am the one who buys her favorite treats and lets her eat then out of my hand. Not my sister.

She would probably try and keep Tashi also except Tashi gets depressed and possibly suicidal when I am not around.

I think I need to hire an attorney.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Its Raining, Its Pouring...This Girl Needs a Life Jacket.

The move in is almost complete and I am officially spending 4 nights a week in Logan and 3 nights a week in Brigham City. I am successfully merging all my modern stuff and The BFs wilderness stuff, the wall colors have all been picked but not yet painted, the kids are adjusting. Everything is going great.

Well almost everything is going great. There is 1 little thing that is raining on my parade…the flood zone I am moving to.

Okay so I am not really moving to a flood zone but the rivers around my new home are all flooding and they are now evacuating homes south of where I live...well where I live for 4 nights a week.

I am not all the surprised by the flooding. When ever I go somewhere there is some kind of natural disaster. I went to San Francisco and there were not 1 but 2 earthquakes. I went to Okalahoma and there was a tornado.

To be honest the earthquake was my favorite.

Look Mom I went Outside...Willingly.

Now that I am almost all moved in and ready to upgrade my cable. I decide that I need to plant flowers at my soon to be new home. Every home needs pretty flowers in the front yards, doesn't it? And we already have a nice stone flower bed all I need to do was pick some flowers to plant.


Being me I wanted a little of every color for my flower bed. And for once in my life I decided to go small. I am very good at starting projects but very bad about finishing them. I didn't want to sink a lot of money into something I was probably going to neglect once I planted them.







After all we have a sprinkler system its not like I have to water the flowers. And if I am honest this is not the first flower bed I have planted.











And a miracle may occur and I decide to weed and care for this flower garden. I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you but it could happen.










If I was a betting woman and I love to gamble, I would bet that this flower bed will end up the responsibility of my 13 year old pseudo step-son. Being the good pseudo step-mom that I am I will pay him to weed and take care of the garden. And since he has a video game addiction I'm betting he will do it.



After all I don't like going outside. No matter what I do I end up sunburned if I go outside in the daylight hours. Although I have found this great organic/homeopathic remedy for sunburns. It really took away the pain and I am not peeling like I normally would.




Is therapeutic grade essential lavender oil. I mix a little with fractionated coconut oil and rub all over the sunburned area and it felt so good. So much better that aloe vera and its not gooey. If you want to know where to get some good stuff let me know I have contacts.



What is the going hourly rate for 13 year old labor? Or do you think I should pay him a fixed rate? He is a teenager and moves at the speed of molasses in January I would hate to be taken to the cleaners just because I like pretty flowers.



I bet I could talk the 6 year old pseudo step-daughter into doing it for free. She loved playing the garden when we planted them. Although she might not be as happy with the project if she has to do it. Maybe for a minimal fee!!!
Now I sounding like the evil pseudo step-mom. That's cool. Just in case I need a back up plan...I wonder what it would take to get The BF to dedicate 10 to 15 minutes a week to weeding my flower bed? It might be best to not ask those kinds of questions, I am sure the answer is not something I want to hear.
 In a moment of true insanity I decided I wanted to plane a small vegetable garden (really small).The kids wanted to plant strawberries, The BF wanted to plant squash and I wanted tomatoes. So we also have a few of each of them. I then ran to the store and bought a book on gardening. I am pretty sure the dogs will end up killing them all so I am not as stressed about taking care of them as I am the flowers.


Monday, May 2, 2011

Rommates with Benefits?

With the move in progressing right along, The BF and I had a conversation about household responsibilities and groceries and all that other stuff you talk about when you decided to move in with your boyfriend. During the talk I realized that even though to us we are sharing our lives together to the outside world we are roommates. I can not be covered on his insurance and if anything happens to either one of us the other does not get any insurance or survivor benefits.

This is not some silly decision we made to thumb our noses at the world or a political stance, I don’t have anything against marriage. I don’t care one way or the other if people choose to be married but now I feel like I am going to be punished for not doing it. To The BF and I this is how we are choosing to share our lives.

Of course now I am wondering if I am being overly sensitive.

On the upside no messy divorce is in my future.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I Dont have Issues...I have the Whole Subscription

I have been a fairly independent person for a long time or at least I give off that impression. I am very capable and have been taking care of myself and others for a long time. About 5 years ago I realized that while I was independent and not only enjoyed but relished living by myself I am very codependent person. So I do what I always do when I want to solve a problem I bought several books read them, completed the workbooks and really strive to have positive healthy relationships. And I believe The BF and I have this and while we are not perfect we are pretty good.

Recently The BF asked what was the holding me up from moving to Logan all week. And my answer at the time was I haven't had time to move all my stuff to Logan...its just been easier to trickle to Logan rather than to do one big move.

My Monkey and My Tiger
But I don't think that is the real reason....I think that I am still pretty codependent with my family. Specifically my mom, my health nut sister and 2 of my beautiful nieces (I have a 3rd niece who I adore also but she lives in another city and 2 other siblings but they also live in other cities.). To be more specific my 2 very cute nieces.

I see them often mostly because I live in the same house as they do. But even when I didn't live with them I have been a presence in their lives helping to shape them into well adjusted people. Okay maybe well adjusted is a stretch but at least they will be fun. On more than one occasion my sister informs me that one of them has done something just like me. Ashton needs to wear "lippies" (lipstick) whenever possible & Baylei will not vacuum unless she has high heels to wear while doing it.

I am resisting the path my life is moving because they will no longer be a daily part of my life and it makes me sad. And while The BF has 2 great kids that I really like and are lots of fun I have been a almost daily part of these two girls life for the last 4 years. What will I do without My Tiger (Baylei) and My Monkey (Ashton) to bother me, harass me, get into my makeup, drop off at school, take to soccer and get in my way?

Monday, April 25, 2011

UGH....I Make my Life Diffucult!!!

This morning as I was getting ready for work and contemplating my day and choice of clothes, I was frustrated more so than usual due to my lack of appropriate foot wear. Since I am now spending half my week in Logan and half my week in Brigham, I have half my clothes and shoes in each location.  

For some reason, I can not imagine why, I have only high heels at my Logan home except for 1 pair of very cute bright pink flats that I unfortunately did not have an outfit to match in Logan. I do have several outfits at my Brigham home. Normally this is not a big deal but since I have a broken toe.

I stop by my private physician's office (I call her mom) to have said little toe tapped up so that it wont throb all day. As I am taking off my measly little 2 inch heels my mom makes a crack about wearing the wrong shoes today. I shrug and say they were the shoes I had available and I have court so I couldn't wear my sneakers. But really should she have been surprised by my choice of foot wear. I have always been a believer in style before comfort.

But maybe just maybe mom was right!!!! And I should have worn different shoes because even though I have been sitting at my desk or in a court room for most the day, my toe is killing me and I am thinking of buying some orthopedic shoes if it will make the pain stop.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Art Deco Girl meets Froniter Manly Man

This weekend The BF and I moved some of my furniture to his house. And few things occurred to me during this process.
  1. The majority of my furniture consists of book shelves and books.
  2. Its obvious by looking at my furniture that I don't have kids (I have a glass coffee table top).
  3. The BF's style and my style really don't mesh.
Today I am going to focus on the last one. My abundance of style (after all I read fashion magazines and watch design shows on TV) and The BF's complete and total lack of style.

That’s not fair he has a style. If its big and obnoxious (GIANT TV and monster stereo), has anything to so with the Dallas Cowboys (do I need rehash my feeling on the Cowboy) or is something you would find in a mountain lodge (read tan, deer and Native American inspired) he feels it should grace his home. I am not saying that’s wrong just not my style, especially the deer statues on his coffee table.

I am more the minimalist (except books) clean straight lines, art hanging on the wall, color lot and lots of color. I don’t like nick-nack I prefer photos of friends and family.

I am not sure how these two styles will mix together it takes me back to having nothing in common but Sex and Coffee. And how are we going to make this work.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Last Time I did this I Ended Up in the E.R.

Last night I packed a box of books and DVDs. As I was tapping the box up I had what I am know calling PTSD flashback but others may call a memory of taping up boxes last summer. Then I started to remember all the accidents that occurred last time I moved.

The shelves falling on my foot (I swear my foot started to hurt and turn purple at the memory of the trauma), falling down the stairs, scrapping up my leg, furniture falling on me bruising the whole side of my body and my grande finale hitting my head and ending up in the E.R.

As Tigger, the cat I was saving, and I stare into the bathroom mirror, the same mirror where I first inspected my head wound, I still see the fading scar running horizontally across my forehead. The shock and pain comes rushing back and I feel faint. I sit down on the floor and take a deep breath.

I no longer want to move.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

I've Matured...or Maybe Not

Recently I decided to downsize!!! After all I am moving in with The BF (honestly I just enjoy saying that over and over) and when ever I move I try and take the opportunity to get rid of stuff I know longer need/use. In fact I get immense satisfaction from tossing stuff. Whether it’s the empty ketchup bottle or the pants I am to skinny for it all brings me a weird since of accomplishment.

Except for books, I loath to throw out any book I own. For some reason it cause me anxiety. I don't understand why it does nor do I care why it does, that is a topic I have yet to talk about in therapy. So I just keep every book I have ever owned.

Then I decided to do something that will shock everyone who knows me.

I am went through all the books I own and donated 47 books to the library!!!

That's right mom I am willingly giving up books.

I know you are shocked, amazed and proud.

Okay to be completely honest I haven't donated the books yet.

But I have picked the 47 books I plan on donating to the library.

And that is practically the same thing as donating them.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Men Say The Dumbest Things!!!

Sometimes men say the dumbest things. This does not mean I think men are dumb or that I am man bashing but you would think after all the years that men have been courting woman they would stop saying dumb things. Luckily I have been dating boys since I was 16 and I am learning (thanks to some great advice) to take deep breaths before I let the crazy girl in me take control. But The BF is pushing the envelope of dumb things men say.

On Sunday The BF and I were enjoying a late breakfast and discussing the "Big Move In". We were discussing where we would put my stuff and my ever pressing need to paint every wall in The BFs house (seriously every wall is white). When I asked if he had told his parents or kids. And what his parents will think he said they won't care and he was excited I was moving in (yea!!!! he has not said until now that he was excited about it) because I will be able to help him around the house and take turns cooking dinner!!!!

Seriously, this is what he said!!! First the crack about cable now this!!!

I am starting to rethink this whole spending our lives together thing if he is going to keep saying stupid stuff like this.

I responded by saying "Sweetie, I am a girl and I need to hear stuff like I am excited we can spend more time together and I know that we can build a life together and I know that you are the girl I am suppose to spend the rest of my life with. Not I am excited you are moving in cause you can cook."

He momentarily saved himself by saying "Baby that stuff is all implied or I wouldn't want you to move in with me." then screwed it all up by saying "I shouldn't have to say that stuff."

Men cant live with them ...

Monday, March 21, 2011

Why Girls Need Straight Guy Friends

So The BF and I decided to take that step. The step my mother has been hoping for from the moment The BF and I started dating....That's right we are going to shack up and live in sin.

As we had the "discussion" that lead to us deciding that we were ready for this next step, The BF made this comment..."If you move in we can upgrade cable to get more channels." I know what you are thinking he did not just say that. Yes he did. This required immediate text message to several friends and to one of the only straight guy friend I have these days....Patrick!!!!

  • Me: So my BF asked me 2 move in w/him then said something stupid so I wntd a male insight & ur lucky enough 2 b my only nongay male friend @ this point in my life....which is weird since I havent seen u in 17 yrs.
  • Patrick: But Im with you in spirit! What did he say?
  • Me: He said I could pay the internet/cable bill & we could upgrade the cable...he said it like he wntd me there just so we could get hbo
  • Patrick: Honey dont try to read between the lines when there is probably nothing there. It probably just occurred to him, like, hey! Then we could upgrade cable!
  • Patrick: Hes a guy, he likes toys, and cable is a toy. Trust me, a woman is not worth putting up with, just for better cable :)
  • Me: C this is why a girl needs a guy friend whos straight
I really appreciate the advice Patrick gave me. Immediately I was feeling much better and started making plans with The BF about moving in together and taking this step in our relationship.

That was until he made a stupid comment yesterday which is a whole different blog post.

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