you make me sick
(Finally a lighthearted post from me…)
I give new meaning to “you make me sick.”
My new friend, Zack, calls me up today. He tells me that he’s sick. He woke up this morning puking, shaking, and feeling a little bit dizzy so he went to the hospital.
I didn’t laugh but I wanted to at the sheer absurdity of it all. I’m beginning to think that I make men sick. Seriously.
When I first met Mr. Man, he got sick about two weeks after. My ex-boyfriend before him was sick two days after we met. And now Zack interestingly sick after only about a week of knowing him
Maybe I’m paranoid, but I’m starting to see it as a trend or a massive ploy by all mankind since I am a natural caretaker. I noticed myself offering to bring Zack anything he needed and promising to call him when I left work while at the same time thinking to myself, “what are you doing? Your house is the opposite way from his!”
So I’m placing this on my blog as a disclaimer. Men, you may not want to risk me – though getting to know me is well worth it – because you’ll probably get sick
silence…
I’m silent because I just don’t know what to say…
Mr. Man’s mother passed away on Saturday…
Just keep him in your thoughts and prayers…
i’m in l-l-l-o-o-v….let’s just call it a severe case of like
Yeah, I like him. On rare occasions, I might even slip and say that I love him. The reason is simple…because he’s there when I need him most.
Yesterday was the day from hell. The day when everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. The heat went out at my house. I had to go make address changes so I might have half of a chance of getting my W-2’s from my part-time jobs last year. My car stalled on the way there confirming the fact that I need a new car like a few months ago as right now, I just get in, turn the key, and pray…
Right after my car stalled, I broke into tears. It’s just that, I don’t really have the money to actually purchase a car. I do, but I don’t. I was trying to save for my trip to Barbados in August. The plane ticket alone is about $800 and the “parents” have already shelled out over $400 for our (my sister and I) costumes for the huge parade…*sigh*
So I called Mr. Man…not like he could really do anything about all the bad events of the day, but because he is that calming voice that keeps me from going crazy. He didn’t answer initially and I left him a message that didn’t sound like I was crying …seriously, there wasn’t a sniffle or cracking voice in it…but he called me back immediately because he just knew something was wrong.
And while a lot of times, I don’t get to talk to him exactly when I want to due to our wacky schedules, I get to talk to him exactly when I need him…
And that’s why I like him…in fact, I like him a lot.
am I a bad girlfriend?
If your significant other were facing 20 to 30 years in prison, would you stay by their side?
I keep having this conversation with a friend at work because her boyfriend is in prison currently facing 20 to 30 years on federal charges. She’s intelligent, beautiful, and independent and I don’t understand why she still stays especially after he previously cheated on her and then he got in all kinds of criminal trouble. In my opinion, she’s just not that bright — though maybe I’m the one lacking some sense.
If Mr. Man were facing 20 to 30 years, I doubt he’d want me to sit at home and wait for him. He’d want me to move on. I’m not saying I wouldn’t still be his friend, but he definitely wouldn’t want to see my life stalled because of some mistakes he made. Though on the other hand, I don’t date men who generally find themselves participating in illegal activity.
She told me that I would be the bad girlfriend because I would “leave” my man if he were in prison though I tried to explain to her that because he loved me, he would want me to move on. (He would, wouldn’t he?)After all, what would he have to offer me in twenty years? There would be no marriage and certainly no kids…I mean, there could be but I’d be 45. Would that really be fair?
Though I guess the question is, would it be fair for me to move on and leave? Am I selfish? Am I bad girlfriend really?
it’s my party…
Yep, tonight is the night of my big Dave & Buster’s party. As most of my friends know, I’m a game fanatic and I’m insanely competitive. Yes, I will beat anyone in EVERYTHING…though the last time that Mr. Man and I played, he thoroughly kicked my a** and then deemed me a sore loser. I wasn’t…I just pouted half of the way home until he bought me ice cream.
Tonight probably isn’t going to be any different even though my boyfriend won’t be there. I will be surrounded by a ton of friends and family and the competition will be ON! There have been some hiccups in the party planning…uninvited peeps somehow being invited so I changed the location where it was impossible for the uninvited people to attend. (I know, I probably could’ve just dealt with it…but I planned it a certain way on purpose.)
Oh well, whatever happens there is guaranteed to be fun, drinks, and excitement…
Yep, I love birthdays…I hope my kidlike enjoyment never ends…
my birthday…a day of absolute nothingness…
I didn’t do much today…and I don’t regret it. It was MY birthday and that’s what I was supposed to do.
Mr. Man came in last night and we went to dinner. We watched some football (the Notre Dame game) and then passed out about 12:30 in the morning. We slept until 11:30 a.m. Yeah, we didn’t do much but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Why? I had my boyfriend all by myself sans cell phone ringing and work for a full day. He didn’t have to turn his cell phone off, he just told friends and family that he was going to be with his girl for the day so they shouldn’t call…the day was all mine.
We didn’t do all that he had planned to do. We were going to go shopping for my usual birthday shopping spree, but it just felt great to lay in bed next to him all day something we both rarely have the chance to do. I admit, I seldom ever sleep past 8 unless I’m completely drunk, but even then it’s a rarity. He’s exactly the same way.
There was something comforting about just laying in his arms all day and letting the world pass by around us. It didn’t matter that this was not what we had planned to do, what mattered was that this was exactly what we felt like doing. We’ve made some plans to see each other again relatively soon which is good because the distance was starting to get to me…but there are some things that I realized during his trip here. I love this man, and there isn’t anything that’s going to change that.
He makes me feel amazing, special, and loved…what more could I ask for?
new year’s follies
It rained most of New Year’s Eve during the day but the clouds finally parted and it was nice towards evening. However, with it being the middle of winter, it didn’t get quiet warm enough to dry up all the puddles.
Imagine my amusement at watching a drunk girl fall flat on her ass in the middle of a huge puddle and her equally as drunk, scrawny, yet well-meaning boyfriend trying to pick up her drunk weight and dropping her again in the same puddle.
*yes I wanted to take a picture, but I resisted temptation…*
happy new year and reflections
I try to refrain from these types of posts. You know, the late night, introspective, rambling ones. This one, however, feels necessary.
In the middle of all my happy new year calls, I receive a call from Rico in Arizona. There is some history between us…basically we dated a few years ago before I met Mr. Man and the relationship fizzled because while I thought I was ready for marriage and committment, I just didn’t feel like it was him. Tonight, Rico informs me that he’s engaged. *gasp* While, I am extremely happy for him, I’m a little scared as he has only dated this woman for three months.
Now, I believe in love at first sight and I completely believe that you can just “know” when you’ve met the right person. However, Rico said the same things to me when we had dated three months, I just couldn’t convince myself that I loved him enough to move half way across the country to marry him immediately. Why? Because I felt I barely knew him. Things could be different for him and this new girl and I definitely hope so…it’s just that when he’s been married twice before, I hope he’s not making another mistake. I really want to see him HAPPY.
It’s just that this news has brought me to question some things about myself. I honestly am beginning to think that while I’m not afraid of long time committment and the idea of spending the rest of my life with someone, I may actually be afraid of marriage. I’m afraid I’d plan the wedding, have the dress, get to the church and bolt like Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride. In fact, if I didn’t do something spur of the moment and spontaneous like eloping in Vegas, I may never do it. Perhaps that’s why my dream wedding happens there.
Is there something wrong with me?
Maybe my fear comes from the engagement that didn’t end up in marriage. The wedding I called off two weeks before the date because the man was stuck on some stupid sh*t and I just didn’t know it before. I wonder, would I have backed out anyway eventually? I’m just not sure.
And now, I have this great relationship, and early on we knew that we could spend the rest of our lives with each other. (Notice that I said ‘could’ and not ‘would.) Yet neither one of us has really brought up the ‘M’ word. I think my main reason for hating it is because I don’t want to enter a marriage and have it end. I know no one goes into marriage expecting it to end, I just don’t want to risk it ending…so does that mean, I just don’t do it?
