Nice

19 Degrees, and YAY!Day comes early

This would officially be my Friday!

Yet I am officially bummed. I KNEW the stress would catch up to me, but I figured it would be a migraine.

I’m trying to call one of my co-workers awake. It’s not working.

The ONE Thing

Damn it all to hell and back.

I shall NOT be sexing for about two weeks now.

This is a SERIOUS bummer.

F-Bomb.

PS (i’m just going to say it here and not at your place)

I think you’re still sick because you don’t REALLY want to go on your trip and you’re looking for an out.

Maybe I’m just saying that because I don’t want you to go and later regret having done so.

Equally, I’d hate to have you NOT go when it could have been the most cathartic thing and you’ll never know it because you didn’t go.

There’s my 2 cents.

Oh My (I’m going to be someone’s date)

Well, stranger things have happened I guess, but not to me and not lately. Maybe it’s not all that strange, maybe I’M just the one who is strange.

My phone just rang. I glance over and it says “The Boy”. My heart races for a second and I almost fear as I answer, that he is calling to call off the weekend.

Imagine my surprise when he asks me what I am doing the 17th? I respond with, “Nothing.” He comes back with, “Do you want to be my date for my company Christmas party?” Of course, I said yes, then asked if that means when I have my company party, if he will be attending (a given since he is friends with Terry.) He said yes of course, so I clarified and asked, “With me?”, to which he replied, “Hell Yes!”

So I wonder if it is just that simple? Did we transition into dating with a simple call, or have we been dating for a while now? I think we are transitioning. I feel a little better since I have known for a while that I REALLY like him, but have been trying to “play it cool” so it’s not too much, too soon.

I don’t think he is all that different from you and me. I am pretty sure he’s been hurt by someone. Like my stuff with Jack, as in Ass; I don’t know how important it is for me to know his details.

I have a smile on my face. It’s cold as a mother fucker, but I have a smile.

Eighteen Degrees

I didn’t have enough room in my freezer for all my food so I left the ice cream outside. I’m going to take it,  a pound of brown sugar, and a pound of butter then mix it into a hot-buttered rum batter. YUM! I will take some to The Boy in a few days.

Must remember to take migraine pills to the coast. I wonder if I should try and pay 941’s before I leave?

Yesterday, four police officers from Lakewood, Washington were memorialized. They were gunned down in a coffee shop by a guy Mike Huckabee released upon us. Thanks Mike, stellar move wing-nut.

I hate it because although I believe what happened was wrong on SO many levels, I also have strong feelings about how this is all playing out, so I am staying pretty quiet on it.

I will say, I remember Crystal Brame Judson, and David Brame, Sr.

snee!!!!

Fucking blog again already.

Pretty please with motherboards on top?

Kristi (What’s a kiss between friends?)

Kristi, Kristi, Kristi. I haven’t seen Kristi in over two years, since I left the Mukilteo area and I miss her to bits. I just got off the phone with her and decided that since I’m not leaving till Saturday with The Boy, I’m going up to see Kristi at her place Friday. I’ll go straight form her place to The Boy’s place and go from there. I just need to get more time away from work and home other than two days.

I can’t wait to see her. She was my boss at the job before this one and after she left the company, it went to shit. Some of the stuff Manuel let happen NEVER would have happened. I’m still checking my social security number to make sure that fucker hasn’t had his wife working under it, or that he hasn’t sold it to some freaking family member trying to work in the states.

Kristi has seen me go through a lot. She watched me struggle with my emotions for The Toaster the whole time we were co-workers and friends. She has watched me cry buckets over The Girl when she was being kept from me. Part of me never thought she would see the day that The Girl came back around. I am amazed that she is still around and has endured so much to remain my friend.

I’m really excited to see her. She and I met through a guy she was doing, who was trying to do me. I wouldn’t fuck him just to get a job in his bar so he finally hooked me up with her. She hired me, we went out drinking in his bar one night and he sat hitting on us both so she planted one on me in front of him and the whole bar and told him she wasn’t interested in him. It was hysterical. He didn’t know if he should get a hard on or be offended. (Have you ever seen a guy try and walk in that state? HYSTERICAL!) By the time he figured out he was meant to be offended, we were long gone. SWEET!

I will get to see her son, who is almost three now. I am looking forward to it! I want to hear all her gossip, as I know Kristi…she always has a good story or two to share and I know for a fact, now is no different.

Got to run now!

Freezing in Seattle

This is sleeping weather. Last night I snuggled down early and gave in. I was kinda on the verge of sleep and my phone rang. It was The Boy. My first thought was something was wrong. I answered my phone and immediately hit mute or something. I called him back and he asked, “Who is this?!” When I said my name he asked me, “What are you doing calling me?” I thought, “Oh fuck, what have I done now?” I asked him if he hadn’t just called me and he said that yes he had.

He was watching Monday Night Football and thought of me so was just calling.

I was floored. He’s floored me three times in the last few days and I’m just sort of taking it in. He’s always been nice to me, and kind is a word that frequently comes to mind. Sweet usually is not a word I use on him because we just don’t do “sweet” things for each other, but he said sweet words to me last night and they definitely stunned me, left me muttering and a little speechless. It’s not even that it’s a big deal, but he doesn’t usually call me to say I’m sweet and sexy and he is laying in bed thinking of me so he called. I didn’t tell him I was laying in bed thinking of him and the last weekend.

It took me almost an hour of laying there before I picked up my phone and e-mailed him asking if he realized he took me from zero to turned on with a two-minute call and that sometimes I think he knows me in certain ways better than I know myself. (He made a comment last weekend about “the phone call” and knowing something about me that stunned me. WTF ?? Am I THAT transparent?)

Today is FUCKING COLD! It is 23 degrees out, but the wind chill has it taken down to 4 degrees. Thank goodness it is dry or Seattle would be a parking lot. People here don’t do well in the snow as a rule. Especially all the dudes and warons in their Hummers and four-wheel drive who drive like it means they can stop on a dime in ice and snow. This morning will be CRAZY at work and I shall hate checking messages. I hate not being able to get to all the people who will call, and the people who don’t get that elderly, people with medical and kids get first service. The magic words are, I have no heat and my kids are cold. The thing that sucks is we have no service guy right now and Terry can’t be all things so I have to sort of use him sparingly, knowing he will take calls on his cell phone that totally circumvent the office. **Sigh**

Undoubtedly, it will be another interesting day at work in the city. Thank goodness we have a Mitsubishi 2.5 ton split system with a rooftop unit!   Mmmmm, Yummy, yum, yum, yum!

Eleven Hours of Sleep (Oh My!)

I took The Girl home yesterday afternoon. By 4:30 I was laying on my bed watching TV and I fell asleep. I awoke at around 10:30. I was back asleep before 11:30 and didn’t open my eyes till my phone actually went off at 5:00. WOW! I never do that anymore.

I love The Boy’s forearms. I am also particularly fond of his shoulders and biceps. When I am snuggled up next to him and he has his arms around me, I like to drag my fingertips across his skin. I like watching the goosebumps rise and follow my hand movement. Then I like to glide back over them and feel the little bumps under my nails.

It was a nice weekend. The Girl was here and the time I was with her, I felt comfortable, yet I didn’t stop myself from going to see The Boy when that is what I also wanted to do. I sort of decided that if I have to accept she’s 18 and sexually active, then I have to accept I am 45 and sexually active. It’s not like she’s 8 and I have to watch who I bring home and parade around her. It’s not like she’s little and I don’t want her to see guy after guy.

I don’t bring The Boy home or invite him often over. I don’t want to introduce men in my life to my family. It’s like I didn’t want to meet the succession of men my sister was dating after her divorce and I didn’t want her bringing them home night after night. I don’t know these guys. I don’t want to come around a corner half asleep and half-dressed to some stranger in my way.  Since we are family living here, it makes sense to keep my private life, private and out of the house. If I ever get serious with anyone, then that will mean we have done all our bonding and we know there is something there. Then it would be OK to spend time around where I currently live. For now, I leave the house to get my groove on. It’s MINE anyway so lets keep it to myself and the rest of the internet. 

It is 24 degrees this morning and part of my neighborhood is without power. Thankfully we are OK here but it makes me realize that I need wood. YIKES! I’m going to make sure I have a winter kit in my car, and I think today is officially, a hat day. Oh crap! laundry! (Just in time!)

Here we go on another week at work. I know what I am going into today and wow, I think I am ready for it. I will also hear from The Boy today about next weekend. When we were talking on the phone Saturday he told me early in the day that he just found out last week at work there is a class the techs were told they had to attend. He asked how much it would cost to bump the weekend. My sis checked and found out on her time-share, it is use it or lose it. I called him back sat night to tell him that. I basically told him not to do anything that would mess up work and then he told me to come over. He’s going to talk to them today and let me know if he can get out of it or not. If he can, we go. If not, I just lost some money, but I’ll still take the time. I’m not going to stress on it because it’s not really in my hands now.

I’m making progress at not being such a control freak in life. The last three weeks I would have to say, I have done really well at it. I have certain areas of my life where I don’t want to always be in control, so there is no conflict there, but most areas of my life…are not like that and it has taken work on my behalf. Mostly because as I give up control of certain things, I feel like I have failed or done poorly or it is a reflection of what I can’t do. It’s a matter of how I see things. Realizing my plate is too full and being able to say, “Do this, do this, and do this” and accepting, “Let me do this, let me do this, and let me do this.” has really left me feeling less frazzled at work.

*STOP!*

showertime!