It’s a momentous night – I captured this:
And it WILL be huge.
If the RIGHT person sees his art – it’s cake for him.
He can do what he wants – no boundaries. And I so want that for him.
Because he doesn’t work well with ‘Draw this!” And I don’t think most artists are.
I did ask him to photograph me the other night – and he got this shot that I LOVE:
Looks like I have a bar code above my butt – but it was the light reflecting through th holes of my ‘Sideways’ chair.
You remember the one?
When he goes and steals money from his mom and by the door – is THIS chair. And it’s ugly, and I can’t let it go, because it’s TOTALLY, ‘THE’ Sideways chair.
So, I started a blog for my very talented hubby-to-be. INSISTING he focus on his art.
I didn’t know it would happen so soon.
I am SO proud right now.
So proud, I called his mom whilst he was in the shower (after tagging her in the comment section of the post.) Because us moms? We NEED to know when something HUGE is happening.
We deserve that.
I also tagged my mom.
I feel like we’re on the precipice of something HUGE!
I feel a few inches closer to Comicon.
I feel – honestly – just, … happy for the man I love and that he gets a chance to explore his talent and where ever it goes, it goes.
I will be proud of him no matter what.
It’s quiet. It’s Monday. And I’ m here.
There’s a different laundry lady today, and I’m sad I missed my usual one.
There’s something missing from the atmosphere today.
The room feels like a piece of gum that lost its flavor. Bland and more like a chore than an excursion. Then I remind myself, ‘well, it IS a laundromat.’
And I’m wishing I had waited for the coffee to brew before I left the house, because the pot here is as empty as the air is of excitement.
So now I’ve shared my first world problems with you – let’s take a moment to honor what today is all about.
THANK YOU to all who have served their country.
THANK YOU to the men and women who thought protecting the freedom and way of life of their families, friends and complete strangers was worth fighting for.
Worth dying for.
My honey and I spent some time with the neighbors last night. We were invited to join them for some cocktails and to enjoy their vantage point to see the firework. It was a lovely night.
And while America is not my country of origin, I just couldn’t help getting goosebumps when the red, white and blue exploded in the sky.
Like giant, electric dandelions.
This English girl was feeling quite patriotic.
Then I had my usual thought when I hear fireworks – that there are children hearing that same “BOOM!”, only, there are no pretty colors falling from the sky … no ‘OOos’ and ‘Ahhh’s!’ Just … fear.
And our men and women are there too.
And trying to bring an end to the unrest and ever familiar assault on towns – bombs getting closer and closer to that child who’s grown up hearing the chaos.
And here I’m wishing I had a cup of coffee.
So again, THANK YOU to those who have given of themselves for a better today, and THANK YOU to those serving now for a better tomorrow.
I’ll begin with how the meat thing came up in an ironic way … 2 owners of the company I manage are very healthy eaters.
I, however, proclaimed out loud today that if they DID come up with meat grown from a petri dish, I’d be game. Hell yeah! Nothing creepier there than we already eat, PLUS, one less animal killed.
So it was odd that one of those ‘meat in a van’ people dropped by. No, not Schwans. You know the van … or truck … “I have one more packet of steak to sell, you can have it for five bucks!”
Only, he walks in and:
Me: May I help you?
Him: I just came in to enjoy your air conditioning
Me: *slight laugh*
Him: Actually, You like meats?
Me: *stifling comments*
Because YES, not only do I like ‘meats’ but I’ve been craving a freaking burger ALL week. The whole office knows this.
They know this because if someone is leaving and another person asks “Where are you going?” I chime in with “To get Amanda a burger?”
I’m subtle. Very subtle. *stifling laugh again*
I was actually was willing to spill out cash yesterday and treat myself and my honey to a burger – however, when I arrived home, he was outside.
In his underwear.
Me: What are you doing? (remember, it’s HOT here)
Him: I got locked out. I’ve been out here 2 1/2 hours
Me: Why didn’t you go to the neighbors???
Him: I didn’t know your number
He was NOT locked out in his undies, he removed his shorts for ‘an all over tan’ and was VERY disappointed that my English arm was tanner than his Indian blooded skin was above the thigh this morning after such outdoor suffering.
Me: (after we were inside and he started a movie) I really wanted to get a hamburger.
Him: I was just outside in the sun for 2 1/2 hours … not really interested in hamburgers.
So we ate Hummis.
Back to the meat.
Meat Guy: I’ve got rib eyes for 3-4 bucks!
And now I’m thinking, YES! I can buy a couple of steaks for the weekend. Because, have you SEEN the price of ‘cow’ these days???
My body craves the red!
My bank account says … Nope.
It only said “nope!” after I invited ‘it’ in with its wares.
Turns out I couldn’t buy just a ‘couple of steaks’ – it was a package deal.
And don’t you know, that for the low, low price of $179 I could get (and I’m remembering badly here) THE WHOLE BOX OF MEAT! Not just ONE box of ONE kind of meat – but THE WHOLE SHEBANG!
I don’t even buy hamburger meat anymore because it’s like SIX FUCKING DOLLARS for a teeny tiny packet of hamburger. :(
I had to say no to my discount from $479 to $179 –
Here is my post to my honey:
Yeah, I pouted.
After this – my inbox was empty. I had almost completed a complex project I have been working on and I was done ‘braining’.
4:30. The room is empty.
I decide to see if there are any new Star Wars trailers.
Groovy thing about being Operations Manager. As long as my work is done, and it always is, checking a few things out online is ok.
I literally cringed when Anthony Daniels called himself CP30! CP30??? What happened?? Nerves?
So I’m still watching this and in comes one of the owners.
Her: Do you have time to order a home warranty?
Me: No, clearly I’m far too busy watching this Star Wars thing, on YouTube, on Company time.
(Of course I ordered the warranty. But that’s the rapport we have in the office and I love it.)
Did end up having my son make a McDonalds run last night and ended up getting a cheeseburger happy meal. It didn’t hit the spot though –
I’m still up for some petri dish meat.
As for the carnivore carnies, if they come back – and if I have the cash, I think I’ll skip it. Check out these Yelp reviews. Pretty entertaining. http://www.yelp.com/biz/capital-meats-capitol-heights-2
Got here an hour later than usual. I was greeted by a different crowd – ok, they didn’t technically ‘greet’ me … actually, it’s kind of odd here today. No one is smiling.
Everyone is pretty much keeping to themselves.
ALL of the machines I like to use were mysteriously occupied, and I say ‘mysteriously’ because the ratio of actual humans in process of laundering, versus amount of machines didn’t make sense. Although, math never was my strong suit, so I’ll let the mystery be.
Shoved all my stuff in the ‘double load’ machines. Grrrr. I call bullshit on that label. First of all, you get as much in the ‘double’ load as you do in the ‘single load’. And they charge whatever the difference is between $2.25 and $1.65. Ok, I DO know this one … 60 extra cents! Highway robbery.
Anyway, after I’d stuffed the two machines … I wandered over to the counter area in search of coffee. Had just finished stirring in my powdered packet of creamer – AND gloriously knocked the entire cup over, which, went in the direction of the laundry lady’s work area.
Me: I’m SO sorry … I spilled!
Her: It’s ok, I was getting bored anyway
Me: Well, I’m sure this wasn’t on your dream list of things to occupy your time with …
She didn’t disagree, and I felt awful. Just horrible.
I helped clean up, then slinked off with another cup.
The dryer has stopped – think I’ll cut my losses, fold and get out of here before I spill something else.
Until the next Musing … have a great week – and don’t forget to eat your veggies!
I was excited!
I was sure!
I was making room for another – and in all the insanity of removing 1/2 my life from my small home, it didn’t dawn on me right away that I was also …
As comfortable as I was with my man – everything was about to change.
My routine would now include another.
And let’s face it, some of those routines have no room for another.
How was I going to use the bathroom?? How was I going to get through an entire night without ‘noises’ and I’m not talking about snoring.
How was I going to look as presentable as I did on Skype first thing in the morning?
There was maybe a week of ‘awkward’ as we both found our footing. He, learning to be ‘at home’ in a strange environment. Me, learning to be ‘at home’ with someone sharing it with me.
But then … everything just clicked into place.
If you’re living with the right person, things do fall into place.
Also, everything I was SO sure I NEEDED in a relationship (personal space, time apart, separate interests etc.) proved not to be so.
My DVR is piling up with shows I religiously watched B.J. <– ‘Before Jim’ (what did you THINK I meant?)
My living room rarely sees me anymore, (it startles now when I enter it) – the couch has forgotten what it’s like to have me nap on it.
Netflix is feeling pretty superior lately though. It’s getting a LOT of attention in our bedroom, and sometimes, it get’s ignored/paused.
But it doesn’t mind.
Then there’s the animals.
This was a recent post of Jim’s on Facebook:
We’ve found our rhythm … our groove.
It helps that we have so much in common. It helps that we have history. It helps that we’re friends. It helps that we actually love each other. It helps that we both have a similar sense of humor and it definitely helps that we laugh … A LOT.
Onto the things I’ve learned … and I’ll get a little serious here:
- Men like to be spooned too! You can’t always be the little spoon. He’s chosen you to spend his life with – men need to feel adored, appreciated, cherished and loved as much as you do!
- You think your partner is beautiful sleeping, waking up, with food on their t-shirt etc. right? They feel the same way. And if they don’t – maybe you should reconsider your partner. Confidence and a smile go a lot further than lipstick any day!
- Too tired? Not feeling 100%? You are your partners one and only – and if they’re ‘desiring’ you, thank your lucky stars and be available. Of course, if you’re really exhausted or unwell, they’re going to understand and if they don’t – again – maybe you should reconsider your partner.
- Something bothering you? BRING IT UP! But, only after you make sure it’s an actual ‘bother’ and worth ‘bothering’ about. I learned this after bringing something up that probably I shouldn’t have. But, hey – live and learn.
- Say “Please” and “Thank You” Don’t take the love of your life for granted!
- Do things your partner will want to thank you for!
- Maintain SOME mystery … especially girls. OK, we know we’re all human – and have the same physical needs – and I’m guilty of NOT doing this in past relationships. No we’re not perfect windless Princesses – but waltzing into the bathroom while your man is shaving and readying yourself to evacuate your bowels is NOT SEXY. No it’s not. And I’m not going to even GOOGLE what probably is a niche that does find it so. *Shudder*
I know I’m going to make mistakes – I know there will be days he’s less enchanted with me. I know I may forget to say ‘Thank You’ from time to time – but I’m really going to try to remember my own advice, because it’s important to me. HE Is important to me. WE are important to me!