So Much

So much is going on in and around me, it’s difficult to choose a specific place in which to begin. Quite honestly, I only want to write about one thing: Romeo & Co. (our family). But then again, I really don’t. It’s just one of those days weeks months years where inspiration saturates me, yet I cannot put it to paper. It borderlines sacrilegious! I want to document this.

2011 has been a chaotic dichotomy of Heaven and Hell ~ and it’s only the first week of June. ::sigh:: And while pain (and nearly every other negative emotion) has played a significant role during this time, it’s JOY that triumphs. JOY!!

How can this be? Easy. Love based in Friendship.

I cannot emphasize how incredibly AWESOME it is to be in love with your best friend. It’s weird to me. Perhaps more appropriate: it’s foreign to me. (At least in the form of reciprocity. ) Friendship. True Friendship. The friendship that is self sacrificial, supportive and kind.

What reigns in our relationship? Respect. Trust. Truth. Transparency.

In the face of adversity and in the heart of disappointment, Romeo and I bond more closely together. When the easier option is to walk away, we outstretch our hands and clasp tight.

Partnership. Friendship. Love. So Much Love.

“To love a person is to learn the song in their heart and to sing it to them when they have forgotten.” ~ Thomas Chandler

“It is only in winter that the pine and cyprus are known to be evergreen.” ~ Confucius

“If it weren’t for sorrow and bad times, every day would be Christmas.” ~ Lithuaniun proverb

Romeo and I have been together 15 months now…</p

One Year

Today, Romeo and I celebrate one year together. One WHOLE year! We laugh, because on one hand the past 365 days have whisked by, yet feel like we’ve been together forever on the other.

My heart is bursting at the seams. I am, by all accounts, Crazy. In. Love. As giddy today as one year ago, one would mistake us for teenage love puppies based on behavior alone… and have zero shame about it here in year 36.

True Love based on True Friendship. It’s all give and take…emphasis on “GIVE”.

So yeah, ONE YEAR!  WooHoo!

 

I love you, Romeo. xo

I Just Can’t Help It…

Ummm…yeah…this would be about Romeo.

*sigh*

That boy just does it for me. The way he looks at me, the way he touches me and the way that boy kisses me…makes me DIZZY.

Physically Dizzy.

He flew over to spend some time with his parents and me. I drove over to Tampa to pick him up and spent the day in my old stomping grounds. It was like being in Wine Country again…only without the vineyards and wine. Ha. The thing about Tampa is, there are a multitude of funky, romantic and overall fanspankintabulous establishments to sip a cocktail and just chill. And that’s precisely what we did…for 15 hours straight. We had a few food samplings along the way to boot. Heaven. Pure Heaven, I tell ya. Can I just tell you how much fun we have together and how I love being in a room full of people and we are the only people we see? You know what I’m talking about…it’s magical.

Damn him. Damn Romeo. Damn, Damn Romeo and what he does to me…

And we talked. Did we ever talk. Romeo and I are brutally honest with each other and I am grateful of that. Compounded with the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed (including an Irish Car Bomb ~ that I swore I’d never set my lips to again after a dreadful experience with it a few years ago. Dude…it was BAD…as in throwing up my guts in my sleep BAD. Yeah, and did I mention I was a guest at a friend’s house? Yeah…*that* was a dandy…), <back to my original thought> I had no governor on what I was thinking or feeling. It’s all still up in the air, with no knowing where the pieces will fall when they do. The thing is, I’m not going to worry about the future of us, I’m going to enjoy the now…for now anyway. It’s far too heavenly not to…I just can’t help it!

*sigh*

So yeah, perhaps I’m worse off than I was before because I’ve been sipping (again) from this Well of Sweetness and I’m too drunk and happy to think.

Thing ONE

Thing1Ahhh! Seriously? I must have a label on my forehead:

Have a Girlfriend?: Inquire within.

What is it with me? I may as well add:

Live Across Country?: Pick Me.

I have a knack for attracting/being attracted to the completely *unavailable* guys. Be it emotionally, geographically or BOTH.

This past weekend, I “reconnected” with a certain someone after a brief meeting several months ago, and ended up having the most amazing time. However (stressing heavily here), he is involved with someone [apparently, it’s an unstable situation…but, hello? he’s still in it so I am no fool] and he lives out west! It completely took me off guard, because honestly, I wasn’t expecting to have all that much in common with him, let alone connect on any significant level. Yet, here I am…DAMMIT!!! Every time! I refuse to be “the other girl” or the “Dirty Little Secret” or “Thing 2″…I have resolved (as of my birthday) to be Thing 1 only. No more “maybe he’ll choose me over her inevitably…” Dear Aunt Bessie, I actually was doing that? *sigh*

I need to get out of here…as in GET ON A PLANE and scram! I have plans of Ireland in September…I have to stick with them or I shall go clinically insane….

/vent.

He Said That

narcissisTypically, I don’t usually give much page time to Dr. D…

Usually, I have far better things to ramble about, however, the words that fall outta his mouth sometimes are far too glorious not to share. I almost convince myself that he isn’t being serious. The thing is, he means every word. To me, it’s pure entertainment and a constant reminder of one of the best decisions I have *ever* made.

Seriously, have you ever been the hapless receiver of any of these lines?

 

“I am *extremely* talented and good looking.”

“You’re nervous around me; that’s why you’re hot. (I was sweating)”

“Don’t I look like a Super Hero?”

“You got the prime genetics with me, didn’t you?” (referring to our kids)

“You know you still want me, you just won’t admit it.” (note: he’s seriously dating a girl across the state)

“Damn, I am *so* good~looking.”

“What should I do? The babysitter wants me.”

“All these girls keep stuffing phone numbers in my pockets.”

That’s what I remember off the top of my head. There are many more… Hope ya laughed. I did and do.

Quadratic Functions & “Woah…You’re Packing Heat!”

x= -b±√b²-4ac/2a

Yes…Algebra. It’s not that it’s difficult per se, it’s more a question of: When will I use this in MY life? This question was resonating in my head ~ deafening as my professor feverishly scribbled the Square Root Method and Completing The Square functions on the blackboard. Chalk was swirling in the air and my eyes glazed over. I had to ask. During break, I walked alongside my professor and inquired “in what instance in REAL life, will I apply these formulas?”…she paused, smiled, looked me square in the eye and stated: “In Calculus 1-3 & Physics Classes.”

Yeah…that’s what I thought: Never.

~*~

Shocking

After class, I had plans to meet up with The Linguist again. He thought the local bookstore would be ideal. He loves books. I love books. That works. I arrived first and made my way to the Photography section. I was thumbing through a miscellaneous Landscape publication when he crept up behind me. We said our hellos and I noticed how handsome he really is. He positioned beside me and it’s then I discovered the weapon affixed to his leg! (I’m talking a canvas strap, wrapped several times around the exterior of his jeans with an attached holster…) Taken aback and without any thought I say “Woah, is the gun really necessary?” To which he replied, “It’s not a gun , it’s a taser; don’t worry it’s not for you.” WTF? A taser? To the bookstore? For Serious? Now, I knew he was into guns and Star Wars and a million other things (this guy is fascinating to say the least), but this was a bit much. Perhaps living in this quiet “little town” (hell, all of Florida is essentially “quiet” in the Grande scheme of things) has part to do with it. He is, after all, from NY. An hour and a half, conversations on multiple writings, a Chai latte & chocolate chip cookie later, we make our way out to the parking lot and hug farewell. All in all, it was a pleasant date ~ we’ll hang again.

Still no kiss. (on purpose). This must be some sort of record for me….which is almost a little pathetic. Almost. Ha!

Funny How That Happens….

I just wrote about not having any definite plans to see NashVegas, and 5 minutes ago he called & informed me he’ll be here within the next three weeks….to…see….Me.

I’m convinced, men can “smell” any and all “competition”….

Feast or Famine.

Flood or Drought.


The story of my dating life…