Friday, March 29, 2013

Making It Official



Monday, October 25, 2010

Apology to my lover

Here's to us, in another 40 years.

I owe you an apology.
When I fell in love again back in 2008, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to share it with the world. After all, I was sharing every pratfall I experienced that led up to that point in Kiss & Tell The World, why not share the ecstatic joy of falling in love with ya'all as well? I felt a duty to prove to my dear readers that while I was fully capable of being snarky, sarcastic and pessimistic as hell about post-40 dating, that I was just as capable of expressing my newfound optimism and boundless love when I met the right person?
And then, at some point, after that new car smell wore off, I stopped sharing.
And for that, I apologize. To you, my sweet man. Because here we are, 2 1/2 years later, and I still love you so so so so so much that I have gone up against the biggest corporation in America to save your mother's house when she was wronged. I love you so so so so so so much that I don't stomp hard on your foot when you encourage my parents to come and visit more often because "Family is everything!" as you are so quick to point out, darn you. I love you so much. And I don't want anyone to think that just because I don't write about it as much anymore, that I love you any less.
I plan on loving you for the rest of my life, until we're older than our own parents now. And I plan on still having those lovely, lingering kisses with you when we're well into our 80's. And you know how I am. Once I set my mind to something, I'm in it for the long haul, baby. So keep doing those lip calisthenics!

In the meantime, readers, check out my new blog detailing my efforts at restoring my lover's mother's home, which was improperly foreclosed upon by Bank of America.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The Honeymoon Is Not Over


I can hardly believe it, but a month from today, the Best Boyfriend In The World and I will be celebrating two amazing years together. And you know what? The Honeymoon is most definitely not over yet. Sure, there's been moments when we've had disagreements, experienced some hard feelings and said some things we shouldn't have. And more than once my sweetheart has turned to me and said, "So that's it? The Honeymoon's over now?"

No, honey. It's not. Strangely, amazingly, it's not.

Maybe it's because we're still doing that long-distance journey every weekend or so...a long 4 1/2 hour trek to be with each other, but we make the best out of every moment together. Perhaps if we lived together, we wouldn't treasure our time as much as we do.

Maybe we'd start to take each other for granted.

Maybe we'd get so used to being around each other that we'd get bored.

And then again, maybe not.

But here I am, almost two years into the most incredible relationship of my life, wondering how I got to be so lucky that I have a man who gives me everything I have ever wanted, and yet he thinks he's the lucky one to have me in his life.

Really, could it get any better?

Maybe it could.

I sure would like to find out.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Man Maid

I am so proud of my man!

I know, it's been awhile. No, I haven't fallen out of love or broken up with the best boyfriend in the world. I was actually lucky enough to have him with me in person for the better part of 3 months before he went back to work, so it just didn't seem like I should be blogging about him when I had him right there in front of me.

Anyway, he's back on the road, living in a trailer, working on a road crew 11 or 12 hours a day. Or not. Some days they just tell him to take the day off.
Days like today.
Poor guy, doesn't know what to do with himself.

Last week he went on the great mouse hunt, and emerged victorious (thanks to Jesse, who gave him some great advice about rodents not being able to resist peanut butter).

Today, because the weather's crap and he had nothing else to do, he finally set his mind to being productive, put on a pot of coffee, a little french maid's outfit, and started cleaning the bathroom.

OK, I'm joking about him cleaning the bathroom.

OK, fine, I'm joking about the french maid outfit.

But he really is cleaning the bathroom!!!!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Quote of the Week


Lunch
I've had some extra time to spend lately with The Best Boyfriend In The World. He's been in town all week helping out with the monster bathroom renovation. After all, he started it when he did the eyeball pluck on my tub surround back in November.
Since he's here, he's been picking up my 6th grader from school every day.
Yesterday when I got home from work, he was in the doorway of the bathroom, contemplating a hard day's work. She was splayed out on the floor, contemplating her homework.
I said, "Anybody hungry?"
He said, "Nah, I'm okay. I had a late lunch."
"Oh yeah? What'd you eat?"
"Doritos."
"Really? That's all?"
"Oh no, mom!" said my daughter. "He had some potato chips too."

Monday, January 19, 2009

Space Cowboys




Heard in my living room, yesterday, approx 11:30am:

"Zhoo Zhoo!! Zhoooooo! I got you! I got you with my 
P-38 Space Modulater Transmogrifying Laser Ray Gun!"

"Vweeeeem! Vweeeem! No way! I'm sucking the energy out of your gun with my Meteor Space Oxygen Sucker! You're toast!"

He was running around with an orange foam rod dartgun (without any foam darts) and my new shower head and massager attached by a hose, holding one end up to his face (replacing his oxygen supply, of course), pointing the other end at her. She was decked out in a blue bandanna, black cowboy hat, blue LED glasses without the lenses, and a toy pistol (as well as the energy sucking device), chasing him around the living room, through the kitchen, past the dining room table and back through the hallway into the living room again, occasionally shouting, "We're Space Cowboys!"

I don't think she even knows who Steve Miller is, which just makes it twice as adorable that she must think she came up with that term all by herself.

Separated by 32 years in age, but equal on the playing field, my space cowboys. 

Monday, January 5, 2009

The key to a loving relationship? Loving Yourself.



I was married for a very long time. 17 years. To a very nice man. He's kind, generous, gentle, and a great father. He was never mean to me, never physically hurt me, and never lied to me. Yet I asked for a divorce. Because I didn't like who I was when I was with him. There was just something about our chemistry, about the way we interacted, that left me unsettled. Restless.  I can't quite place my finger on why or exactly what it was, but the bottom line is that I didn't like myself very much. 

I'm not ex-husband bashing. He's a perfectly nice guy. He's the father of the most wonderful daughter in the world, and he's 50% of why she's so great. He was just the wrong guy to be my partner in life.

The reason that I'm bringing all of this up is that in discovering what it was that made my first marriage so wrong, I discovered the exact thing that makes my relationship with the best boyfriend in the world so right, and here it is:

I love who I am when I'm with him.

Pretty simple.

Again, I can't necessarily put my finger on it. Maybe it's just chemistry. Maybe it's our history. Maybe it's improved communication. Maybe it's the desire to try harder. Bottom line is that there is something about the way Eddie and I are together that results in me liking who I am more than I ever have in my entire life. My self-confidence is boosted. My face literally glows. I'm nicer to strangers. I let people go in front of me in line. I smile more. I love myself. And it's not necessarily just because Eddie is always telling me that I'm beautiful and sexy, or that I'm the best girlfriend on the planet. I think it's because I am driven to be a better person when I'm with him, and being a better person makes me feel better about myself. 

What a wonderful feeling it is not only to love an amazing man, and to be loved by this man, but also, and most importantly, to love myself.