Crazy Little Thing Called...... What?
Mom cut my hair tonight. Only took an inch or so off, but boy does it feel so much lighter! Weird how that works. It's not even enough for anyone to tell really. I can hardly tell by looking and I was there when it happened!! Anyways... That's about the only thing that has happened this evening. Oh and I stole Dave's comfy chair for my desk. Lovely. Except I keep randomly rolling away from the keyboard and that's annoying. Hardwood floors... I'm telling you... They look nice, but they are cold on your feet in the morning and round things roll on them too easily.
Have you ever felt guilty for being happy? For once I am dating someone that I can see myself staying with for an extended period of time. And for me that is saying something... But there is so much else going on around me that I feel bad for being happy. There is Tommie, but he's been fairly rational through the ordeal. Besides the first couple weeks I haven't worried about him so much. Then there is Danielle going through the same thing, and its a different can of worms with her. I'm trying to take what Tom has said and apply it with her, but she's stubborn, which I knew, and not cooperating. I find myself being extra goofy just to see her smile... Sometimes it works and other times she just looks at me like I'm a hobo off the street asking for fifty bucks. Whatever though... She'll make it too. Then there is the whole weird work situation. Which I'm not sure I want to get into. I'm just really confused about why its weird with a certain two people that happen to share a name. At first I thought I was imagining it, but there is definitely some ignoring happening on their part. Not sure what I've done to bring that on, but you know... I'm not entirely positive I care. I go back and forth with this. I DO care. But really... If you have a problem tell me. The only reason I have yet to bring up the subject is because I only see these people at work, and the timing hasn't lined up. I could email, but that seems a bit like the easy way out. I only say I don't care because if you are mad at me for something that I don't even realize that I've done and can't talk to me about it.... How good of a friend can you be? This may only make make matters worse but that's what I think... So back to the happy thing... There is something to be said for someone that I am automatically nice to in the morning without having to keep myself in check. He even pulled the blankets off of me the other morning and I didn't deck him. Which has happened before to someone less fortunate. From day one I have been comfortable enough to be me, not some glammed up, filtered, and edited version of myself. I can say what I think and get an honest response. I don't feel like I'm being shown just the good side either. There are some things we have yet to discuss that are important to at least me... But I don't feel like it will cause any issues. Bottom line... He makes me laugh... He causes random smiles when he's not even around... He makes me feel beautiful, which sounds cheesy, but its true... He sings and plays guitar (which has always been a prerequisite of mine...) Mom and Dad like him... I'm fairly sure the siblings that have met him like him too. I like his family... So.... I like him and I think I'll keep him.
I'm trying to plan a mini get away for Danielle and I... Although I'm not sure how its going to work out. I think getting away will be great for her, but I'm not sure where to go that won't completely bust both our budgets. I'd really like to go to Florida and take her to Disney because *GASP* she's never been there before. How I'm not sure... But I think that is un-American in some way. That and I like Disney. The other option is to visit Dave in Phoenix... Unless she thinks of something else. Who knows where that will go... If anywhere at all.......
The visit with Brenda and Matt was great. She bought her dress. Soo pretty! And the bridesmaids all ordered theirs too. And we look pretty damn good too if I do say so myself. We drank a lot of tea, ate a lot of food, talked about wedding things, shopped.... and hung out. There was massive amounts of beer and wine consumed as well... But not by me. I think six months is my limit... As long as I see her every six months I won't go crazy, get drunk, and bawl my face off cuz I miss her so much.
I need to go to bed. There was something I had floating in my head early that I wanted to get down here but now I can't remember what it was. Oh well.... I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
~S
BTW.... The RENT tickets have been purchased and I am oozing with excitement.
Have you ever felt guilty for being happy? For once I am dating someone that I can see myself staying with for an extended period of time. And for me that is saying something... But there is so much else going on around me that I feel bad for being happy. There is Tommie, but he's been fairly rational through the ordeal. Besides the first couple weeks I haven't worried about him so much. Then there is Danielle going through the same thing, and its a different can of worms with her. I'm trying to take what Tom has said and apply it with her, but she's stubborn, which I knew, and not cooperating. I find myself being extra goofy just to see her smile... Sometimes it works and other times she just looks at me like I'm a hobo off the street asking for fifty bucks. Whatever though... She'll make it too. Then there is the whole weird work situation. Which I'm not sure I want to get into. I'm just really confused about why its weird with a certain two people that happen to share a name. At first I thought I was imagining it, but there is definitely some ignoring happening on their part. Not sure what I've done to bring that on, but you know... I'm not entirely positive I care. I go back and forth with this. I DO care. But really... If you have a problem tell me. The only reason I have yet to bring up the subject is because I only see these people at work, and the timing hasn't lined up. I could email, but that seems a bit like the easy way out. I only say I don't care because if you are mad at me for something that I don't even realize that I've done and can't talk to me about it.... How good of a friend can you be? This may only make make matters worse but that's what I think... So back to the happy thing... There is something to be said for someone that I am automatically nice to in the morning without having to keep myself in check. He even pulled the blankets off of me the other morning and I didn't deck him. Which has happened before to someone less fortunate. From day one I have been comfortable enough to be me, not some glammed up, filtered, and edited version of myself. I can say what I think and get an honest response. I don't feel like I'm being shown just the good side either. There are some things we have yet to discuss that are important to at least me... But I don't feel like it will cause any issues. Bottom line... He makes me laugh... He causes random smiles when he's not even around... He makes me feel beautiful, which sounds cheesy, but its true... He sings and plays guitar (which has always been a prerequisite of mine...) Mom and Dad like him... I'm fairly sure the siblings that have met him like him too. I like his family... So.... I like him and I think I'll keep him.
I'm trying to plan a mini get away for Danielle and I... Although I'm not sure how its going to work out. I think getting away will be great for her, but I'm not sure where to go that won't completely bust both our budgets. I'd really like to go to Florida and take her to Disney because *GASP* she's never been there before. How I'm not sure... But I think that is un-American in some way. That and I like Disney. The other option is to visit Dave in Phoenix... Unless she thinks of something else. Who knows where that will go... If anywhere at all.......
The visit with Brenda and Matt was great. She bought her dress. Soo pretty! And the bridesmaids all ordered theirs too. And we look pretty damn good too if I do say so myself. We drank a lot of tea, ate a lot of food, talked about wedding things, shopped.... and hung out. There was massive amounts of beer and wine consumed as well... But not by me. I think six months is my limit... As long as I see her every six months I won't go crazy, get drunk, and bawl my face off cuz I miss her so much.
I need to go to bed. There was something I had floating in my head early that I wanted to get down here but now I can't remember what it was. Oh well.... I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
~S
BTW.... The RENT tickets have been purchased and I am oozing with excitement.