My life, my words

M and I are a mere three weeks into this whole co-habitating thing and so far all is well.  Well, except for the first week when he tried to hospitalize me in my sleep!  I'm joking, it wasn't that bad, just incredibly annoying.  He must have been having a bit of unconcious trouble adjusting for the first week, because he had crazy dreams and did ridiculous things in his sleep that drove me crazy.  It started with an elbow to the chin while we were both sound asleep because he was dreaming that there were snakes in the bed.  Grrr....  A couple of nights later he sat straight up in bed in the middle of the night and turned the bedside lamp on.  (Swear word!) Then, a couple of nights after that he was having another strange dream and I got a ginzu chop to the throat that almost brough tears to my eyes.  (Very loud swear words!)  But, it appears to have only been that first week, because it has been smooth sailing all through the night ever since.

 

Other than that, it's all been good.  No scraps or disagreements, he helps out around the house without being asked and makes a mean meal from time to time.  I'm a happy girl!     

 

          

Only five more sleeps until M and I go from living two hours apart and only seeing each other on weekends to co-habitating.  Yay and gulp!  

 

I'm excited as all heck but also a little bit afraid.  This is obviously going to be a very big change for us.  M has never lived with a significant other before, and even though I have, I obviously was not very good at it.  Here's hoping the third time is a charm!  All joking aside though, I think I have learned quite a bit from my failed relationships.  I think I am a much different person than I was three or four years ago, hopefully for the better.  I always joke that I am a much kinder, gentler Angela than the gal I was in my twenties, but it's more than just a joke; there is considerable truth to that statement. 

 

So, this time next week M and I will be living together.  Let's hope that after three or four months of dealing with my sarcasm on a daily basis he won't have buried me in the back yard!        

 

           

So, a week and a half ago, I was in Vegas for work and had just finished the final touches on our trade show booth and had wandered back up to my hotel room to get changed and freshen up before the show started, and I got a call from M on my cell phone.  He had been called in for a meeting and was given a promotion with a transfer to the city.  Yay!!!  His first day is October 30th, so I get to spend the next two weeks attempting to make enough space in my closet for his clothes and cleaning my place up so that we have somewhere to put his stuff.  This is not an easy task, let me tell you!  

 

It's pretty exciting to know that in just two weeks we'll be living in the same house as opposed to being two hours apart like we have been for the past year.  I can't wait!     

Why has keeping my blog up to date suddenly become so darn difficult?  It seems almost impossible to take the time to sit down and formulate sentences.  Don't get me wrong; it's not that I'm that busy.  It's just coming up with something to write about that has had me stymied lately.  Argh!!  

 

Any suggestions?

I was driving home from work this afternoon, pleasantly minding my own business, when this lovely little song by Gwen Stefani came on the radio.  It was "Bananas"; I'm sure you all know it.  So, driving along, this song comes on, and suddenly, it hits me like a bag of freaking bricks; in less than a week my best friend is leaving the country and will be gone until the new year.  Ack!!!  I knew she was leaving, but somehow the impact of this managed to escape me.  No more phone calls, no more texts, no more heart to hearts on the way to and from soccer, and worst of all, no more drunken escapades and stories to tell....  Holy wow.  Dougie, I must say this has suddenly thrown me for a loop in the past hour or so....       

Is anyone else out there addicted to reality TV? 

 

I thought I was getting better, but a very long and indepth conversation with the 19 year old at work today about The Hills made me realize otherwise.

 

My name is Angela, and I am an MTV reality tv addict.

I went out for a couple of beer with a friend after work on Thursday and to my surprise the server was a girl I went to high school with.  In the 15 years (gulp, that seems like a really long time!) since we graduated I have only seen her a handful of times, usually in whatever establishment she happens to be serving at.  For the most part I think she has had a fairly tough go of it since she moved away from home.  Rumors have been heard about domestic battery, drug abuse and prostitution, but who knows how much of it you can believe?  It now seems like she has it all together and her life on track.  She's been in the same job for a couple of years, been with the same guy for seven years (not the same guy that the domestic abuse rumors were about) and she finally looks healthy, not heroin skinny like she did the last time I saw her.  It was awesome to see her looking great and to find out that she's doing well.  

Tonight's entry will be a very short complaint, as it is quite tough to type with my fingers taped together.  Klutzomaniac that I am, I dislocated my pinkie finger playing ball last night.  I didn't realize how bad it was until I took off my mitt and the top part of my pinkie was facing a different direction than the rest of my finger.  It put itself back in place shortly afterwards when I went up to bat, but man does it hurt...

 

I went to the doctor today to make sure that it was back in place properly but they can't tell anything until they get the X-rays back, which means I won't know until next week if I need to go in and have them put it back in.  In the mean time I get to walk around with it taped either to my ring finger or a popsicle stick, both of which hurt like the dickens, make it tough to type and basically just suck rocks...  The golf tournament I am in this weekend is going to be mighty interesting.  Booo me...        

Holy crumb - July is almost over already!!  With the end of July comes the end of soccer season, which means the end of ball season is not very far behind.  This leaves me wondering what in the heck I am going to do with myself during the week.  

 

When my ex-husband and I separated last year my circle of friends became considerably smaller, as I had previously spent many hours each week with his sister and her best friend.  We had tried in the beginning to stay in contact, but with each unanswered email it became more and more clear that a prolonged friendship was simply not meant to be.  Don't get me wrong - this is certainly understandable as she and her brother are extremely close and I knew ahead of time that if sides were to be chosen that I would lose.  However, I was hoping that over a year and a half later, with both he and I in much happier places, combined with the fact that he is now engaged to somebody else that perhaps she would be willing to see things with fresh eyes and would be interested in catching up.  I wasn't expecting it to be like it was before, where we would spend hours together each week; I just thought a coffee here or there would be cool, but c'est la vie I guess...

 

I'm also finding it tough because so many of the female halves of couples I used to do things with now have little babies or are pregant and really not interested in hanging out during the week.  It is completely understandable as their priorities have shifted; it's just hard some days when it feels like I'm all alone during the week.  

 

I used to have my neighbour as a week day partner in crime, but he has recently moved his girlfriend here from another province and they weren't interested in getting together the first couple times I called after she moved so I figure I am just going to leave them be for now so they can nest and get adjusted to being in the same house instead of being hours apart and let them get into their own routine before I get too upset about them not being available to amuse me.

 

Holy cow, I just read over this entry and am I ever having a pity party tonight - geesh!!!  I think I am being such a baby because having M live two hours away and only seeing him on the weekends is now much harder on me than it was in the beginning.  Initially it was nice having my own space during the week and having something to look forward to on Friday afternoon, but as time goes by it is getting more and more difficult to be apart.  Oh well, it will happen when it happens, I guess...

 

That's it, enough of my whining - have a great week everbody. 

              

I am now officially a freecycler, and am loving every minute of it!!!

 

If you guys have not checked out www.freecycle.org you should.  It's pretty simple.  Just go to the website and sign up to join your local group.  If you have items that you no longer want you post them online and someone who wants them will come pick them up from your house.  Conversely, if there is a particular item that you are looking for you can request it and someone who may have that item to give away would send you a message to arrange for you to come pick it up from them.  This is an easy and fast way to get rid of those things kicking around the house that you know you should give to Goodwill but just haven't got around to taking there yet.  Last night I listed an old BBQ that I've been trying to figure out what to do with and less than 24 hours later it is gone from house and I did not have a lift a finger (well, other than to type the message!) It's also a great way to pick stuff up for free from someone who no longer has a need for it. 

 

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