I would like to say, "as most of you know..." but I can't because most of you don't know. You all have no idea. I'm not sure why I never told you but I just didn't so I'm telling you now ( Read more... )

We're driving back to the Reab household one night after our home program when Steve turns to me with a huge Cheshire Cat grin to let me know he doesn't have class tomorrow. And who wouldn't want to smile like that knowing full well they do not have to sit through four hours of Calc 2 ( Read more... )

I'm a firm believer in Karma. Okay, maybe not like Granny Smith apple firm more like brown banana firm, but I definitely believe that you ultimately get what's coming to you. I fear that sometimes good deeds go unnoticed which is why the firmness is closer to being rotten than ripe but the idea of Karma keeps me on my toes ( Read more... )

I'm in the bathroom. Steve is patiently awaiting my return in the living room so we can continue our show without more interruptions. But as I go to yank open the door, I find him standing directly outside of it. His face is expressionless and I wonder for a split second if he's about to puke. Instead he raises his arms, the heels of his palms ( Read more... )

We take about six months to finally do it.

Register. This is probably the best part about being engaged. This is the part when you tell people what you want them to buy for you. You get to tell people that the gift that's in their hand right now, the one they plan to purchase for you, well, we don't want that. But here's a list of what we do want ( Read more... )

My parents have always been big fans of the 7 to 8 pm television time slot for as long as I can remember. First Jeopardy then Wheel Of Fortune. And if dad happened to be running late, mom would tape it and wait until he arrived home. It's not like they would compete with each other, it's just that they really enjoy solving puzzles together and try ( Read more... )

He meanders into the bathroom to brush his teeth and I pause in the shower, a feeling of weirdness creeping over my body. It's that feeling you get when you see someone that had been in your previous night's dream, not the one you get when someone enters the bathroom and you're naked. Let's not confuse them ( Read more... )

I'm having a rough day ( Read more... )

To make journal surfing easier, I'll let you in on the secret of my tags. I'm still in the process of tagging (I can't believe how long it's taking!) so bear with me. I think I might have neglected some tags for others so I might go back and even it out. In the meantime, these are the ones I have chosen. From here on out, if I add a tag it'll ( Read more... )

I purchase the hat for him because he wants it. Badly. It has about twenty different grinning heads of Jack Skellington on the front. It's a second anniversary present and it is nothing compared to the one he gives me. He's obsessed with Nightmare Before Christmas, and MGM (I refuse to call it Disney Hollywood Studios) has items from the movie ( Read more... )