I haven't posted since Christmas and a lot has happened.

Artaius type thingsWhile Artaius is a border collie in his obsessive compulsive nature (chasing lights and shadows) he is also a border collie in the smarts department ( Read more... )

How lucky can one girl get!? Flowers from my mom, hot fudge sundae from work, dinner out and a box of chocolates (life is like them) from Pete!

I feel loved! :)

I've been pleasantly busy this month ( Read more... )

With everything that's going on in my life, the Pete situation shouldn't seem nearly as important as it is (or seems to be ( Read more... )

I absolutely cannot find an e-mail that I am so sure I sent him. I use gmail so I should be able to find it (and I've looked). I even decided to look on here to see if I just posted it on here as what I wanted to send to him but didn't find it on here either. I feel like it's pretty important and I can't ask him to look for it ( Read more... )

The thing is, I don't want to stop feeling this way even if I should. I blame it on him :)

Man-oh-Man what a night! Elanna and I decided that it would be a great idea to go to Beggar's Banquet last night for 1/2 off wine night. There were many in attendance including Michelle, Pete, Lance, Courtney (a guy Lance knows), Joel, and Becky and Jim (E's friends). Plus ran into one of my former residents - Christine Kennedy and her friends ( Read more... )

Pete took me to the Sparrow Heart Gala on Saturday night. It's a huge charity event to raise money for things such as my surgery. The entire event is out of this world! They had table upon table of food, dancing, poker, and more food. I justified buying a new dress and having my hair done since he was picking up the tab on the tickets. ( Read more... )

It's as if I've compartmentalized the pain about different things with different people so that not everybody has to deal with it all. Or maybe so that not everybody knows how many little compartments of pain there are. The strangest / worst thing is that the two people up here that I would normally go to are the least well informed (they totally ( Read more... )

Fridays are always so sleeeeeepy. We stay out at the bar way too late and talk about things that have no place in the bar. We fight with our fists or ice or onions until we've all had enough. There is fidgeting because we can't sit still even though we're having a good time. There is yelling at each other to be heard or at the people playing ( Read more... )