In a land far far away...
...someone I really care about is feeling sad and frustrated and mad...and I'm here. I wish I could be everywhere at once, but for now, it's just here. Away. Fawn misses the hubby and hates the roomies, JT is back in school dealing with the kids, Kris has no stove. Ug! We all need a group hug this weekend. And we forgot about The Woodstock Faire. Knowing we'll have to deal with the traffic in and out of the park...Blech! We'll just have to pitch a tent by the lake and cook hotdogs on little sticks. I'll bring the mustard!
B was a little sad yesterday. The girls don't live with him anymore and he misses them. That makes me sad, too. I know it's not the same, but moving to Maine and leaving my nephew and neice was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I only get to see my babies a few times a year now and when I do, jeez, it seems like they've become whole new people. Ashley is walking and talking (And accessorizing! At 2 she already has the coolest purses!) and JJ...I can't believe he'll be 5 in October. My little boy is quickly becoming a little man. I wish they were closer.
I'm really looking forward to seeing B this weekend. When I do, it's quite possible that I could spontaneously combust much like that of the Spinal Tap drummers. The anticipation of simply standing next to him is enough to make my skin tingle all over. I'm sorry, it's gross, I know. I used to make gagging noises when people told me things like this. I, "flirty and 30, single, fabulous and loving it!", have been reduced to a blushing gushing disgusting 13 year old. It's absurd! We talk on the phone for hours and the first thing I do when I come to work is look to see if he's written to me...then continue to refresh the homepage to see if he's logged in. This is not normal. It's obsessive and ridiculous and wonderful and sweet and...Gads I'm a mess.
B was a little sad yesterday. The girls don't live with him anymore and he misses them. That makes me sad, too. I know it's not the same, but moving to Maine and leaving my nephew and neice was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I only get to see my babies a few times a year now and when I do, jeez, it seems like they've become whole new people. Ashley is walking and talking (And accessorizing! At 2 she already has the coolest purses!) and JJ...I can't believe he'll be 5 in October. My little boy is quickly becoming a little man. I wish they were closer.
I'm really looking forward to seeing B this weekend. When I do, it's quite possible that I could spontaneously combust much like that of the Spinal Tap drummers. The anticipation of simply standing next to him is enough to make my skin tingle all over. I'm sorry, it's gross, I know. I used to make gagging noises when people told me things like this. I, "flirty and 30, single, fabulous and loving it!", have been reduced to a blushing gushing disgusting 13 year old. It's absurd! We talk on the phone for hours and the first thing I do when I come to work is look to see if he's written to me...then continue to refresh the homepage to see if he's logged in. This is not normal. It's obsessive and ridiculous and wonderful and sweet and...Gads I'm a mess.