having ocd. loving kyra. my bf is a sweetie...
i am officially an obsessive compulsive. in my search to purchase a patriots'
jersey i got to thinking about the personalized one i got for my bf. and he
brought to my attention that i had taken it home to wash, now... once he said it...
i went into overload and HAD to find it. so i essentially turned my room upside
down to find it. and i did... over an hour later. mind you i'm tired as hell and
need to take a much needed nap.
but in my attempt to relax and get sated enough to take a nap (mind you its past
8pm and I should just be going to bed for the night<--- i feel old) i'm watching
the most recent episode of "the closer". i'm officially crushing on Kyra Sedgwick.
Mind you, i think its her character that i love, but regardless. she's so clever and
feminine. i LOVE it.
ok. speaking of things i love. my bf. who i have mentioned to you all, well he asked his
parents if i could go to 'family dinner' last night. I was really proud because he stuck up
for me. I was proud because he prooved to me that he was able to put us first. well needless
to say that they agreed. (score one for mel)and so i went...
his mom surprised me by greeting me at the door. that was kind and very
proper, so it made me feel good. his parents thanked me for the thank you card i had
sent them for the 'dim sum' we shared several weeks ago. and the food was yummy. not to
mention it was so wonderful to see his neices who i just adore. (they are SO cute.) I look
at them and want to kiss and hug and tickle them. They make me wonder what me and my bf's kids
would look like. (i'm betting even cuter!) hahah
but getting back on track. it was a good night.
Until we got home and were watching: "The Real World". Normally this show is great, but it was
a very sad and somber episode. In which one of the character's gets a phone call from his father
and is told that his mother died of a heart attack early that morning. It hit so close to home. I
received that phonecall three months ago. I had the same sort of relationship he had with his mother--
a distant one, one of anger, and resentment. I know he loved his mother as I loved my father, but what
they did to us made it so hard to vocalize it to them. He failed to say:I Love You to her the last time
he spoke to her-- three days prior. I didn't get that chance. I would have failed it too. I cried. I cried for him, I cried for me. I cried for my father and for his mother. My bf was there to comfort me, and I'm
thankful for that. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have his love and support.