Weekend at KiSA's
This is going to be hella long because you know how I am. I'm adding all the detail as much for me as for you. Y'all can skip this if you want. I just don't want to forget any more than I have.
What a great weekend. I pretty much spent it with KiSA. I got home from work Friday morning around 6, and I finished cleaning the house so I wouldn't have to worry about it this weekend. I managed to get most of it done, but it's never really done enough for me. It's just that around 9, I started feeling punchy, and like I might get a headache, and that was the last thing I wanted that day. So I lay down for an hour. I set the alarm for 10ish, and Dexter and I took a short nap. I woke up, took a shower and got dressed. I got in the car, and since it was a beautifully sunny day, and would be warm down south, I opened the moonroof and took off with the iPod belting.
I got to Hillsdale before the last time I was driving down to meet KiSA popped in to my mind, and I reached for my phone. I wanted to see if maybe he had called to cancel. There was a voice mail from him, and with dread I listened to it. Basically he was saying that he figured out a way I could compensate him for his computer help. I could clean his apartment, and I should call him and let him know if I was still coming. I do call, and let him know I'm on my way, and he tells me to get my lazy ass down there. Whee! We're still on!
I get to his place, and knock on the door, and he's in his sweats and tshirt with a ball cap on, and he's so cute. He wasn't kidding about cleaning his apartment though, he has the sheets off the bed, and it's obvious he's doing laundry. So of course we won't be heading to my house for a while. A few minutes later, he hands me a tin filled with quarters and tells me which machines are his. I just look at him, and I just know I am not going to win the arguement I put up anyways, and head down to the laundry room which is under his apartment. I get the stuff out of the first dryer, which is mostly socks and underwear, and those don't need to be folded, so I grab the other dryer, and fold the shirts so they don't wrinkle right away. Thanks mom. Your laundry lessons stuck.
I dump the sheets and towels in to the dryer, start them up, and head back upstairs with the folded shirts, and the rest and when I get there I appoligize for having taken so long, and I explain that I didn't want the shirts to wrinkle, so I stayed down to fold them. He just looks at me. I think I surprise him sometimes. He starts hanging the shirts up and I start folding the rest. I tell him that I DO NOT mate other peoples socks. No amount of persuading will move me on this. I don't do it. I made a deal with Mark, he doesn't mate my socks for me, and I won't mate his. It's a pet peeve of mine when they aren't mated correctly. Anyways, after thats done we hang out for a while and we're both hungry. He wants me to go get something, and I'm not wanting to go. I ask him what he wants anyways, and he says Wendys, but they closed it down. I keep mentioning that I don't really know the area, only coming here to see him. And usually well after everything is closed. We somehow never manage to get lunch. 45 minutes
later I grab the hamper and head back downstairs for the sheets. I stuff it all in and instead of folding it there I go upstairs. I drag it all out and start to fold it. I get to the sheets, and he reaches out to help me, which is sweet. But I can fold sheets like a son of a bitch when I want to, and well, I have this need to demonstrate my housekeeping skills. I just look at him and ask him if he doesn't think I can fold his sheets, he backs off with a slightly incredulous look. Like "I can't believe you don't want help with my queen size sheets." I tell him I won't be putting the duvet back on to the comforter, because I had just done mine the day before and I hate doing it! He says he doesn't know how to do it, and I just look at him and ask him how he got it on in the first place. He says, "Ok, you got me," and still doesn't move towards it.
I finish the top sheet, and start on the fitted, but not being used to queen sheets, I mixed the proportions. I redo one to match the other, fold the pillow cases, place them between the 2 sheets and demand him to tell me they aren't damn near perfect. They are too. I am thorough, and when he doesn't move towards the duvet cover, I do, and in the course find additional pillow cases. He is like me, and has 5 or 6 pillows on his bed. The cases are still damp from being tangled in the duvet cover. I hang them up so they can dry, put the cover on the duvet and tell him I am done. He takes a quick shower and dresses and we head out.
He is such a guy. As soon as he gets in to the car, he starts pressing buttons and playing with everything. He keeps advancing the iPod, and to him, my music is all crappy (he likes pressing my buttons too), and he won't let me listen to a single song. Thats ok, cause I'm enjoying the company. He finds the spare key inside the glovebox (stupid place to keep it, I know, but I have a reason for it at this point) and he puts it in his pocket. He teases me that if I don't do what he tells me to, he'll steal my car and drive home. I know better though, and I trust him.
We get to my house and as we go in I mention that we forgot to get lunch. No problem, he decides he's gonna watch a movie while I go get us something. I mention I don't want to leave him there cause what if he hurts my kittens. He says he won't, and I impress upon him they they are still kittens and they will act like it, and will he please keep that in mind. I go get us some cheeseburgers, and we watch Top Secret while we eat. After, I go to use the bathroom, and I hear him head up stairs and he's already looking at the computer when I get up there.
We were having some issues and when I call Mark, Mark tells me the stuff we need to do what we want is still on the old hard drive and he would be home in an hour to help us if we wanted to wait for him. I put it to KiSA, and he says we should head back to his house where I can cook for him. I'd have rather hung out at my place for him to meet Mark, but ok, I promised him I wouldn't hold him hostage, and that he could leave whenever he wanted. I have to grab a few things, and he is already out the front door. When I get out there he is in the driver seat and the car is started. Yeah, he is gonna drive my car back. I'm surprisingly ok with this. He is the first person to drive the car since I got it. He notices I need gas so we stop, and he pumps while I pay. This is such fun! It's around 4, so I tell him to take 35 to 280 so we can avoid any 101 traffic. Once we hit 280 he starts to put the car through her paces. I tell him he has no call to critize the way I drive after this. However, I am so turned on, there is nothing this man can not do. He's telling me how it handles, and what causes it to handle that way. He's a competant driver.
At this point, I have to chuckle, because it must be love. I let him drive my car.
The best part about the drive is I finally got to tell him some of the things that had been bothering me the past few months. It was nice to be able to articulate how I felt, and have him listen and respond. I told him that the day we went for a walk and I told him his time was up, that it was going to be final. That I had reached the end of my rope trying to figure things out. He mentioned that he had been so incredibly busy that he disappeared from everything. I explained that it hadn't seemed like that, that from everything he was saying that he was still going about doing things with people. That it was only me, and that it was like he was ashamed of me. That if he tells me he is busy, I understand that, but to just disappear like he did, I don't deal so well with that. That I start to wonder what I did wrong. He mentions he likes how I assume it was something I did, and I reply that given what I knew, how else was I to interpret it?
By this time we're very close to his place and he pulls in, and I mention we forgot to stop at the store. Again we discuss who is going to go out to get what we need. He doesn't want to go, and and I don't want to go without him. He says that I don't have to cook, he could make something from his freezer (no thanks), or we could get take out. Huh. We could, but I want to cook for him. So I ask for directions and head out. I'm planning on making spaghetti with dill shrimp. A dish I know mostly by heart, and is easy to make in an unfamiar kitchen that may not be fully equiped. At the store I worry about whether I should make a salad (decide not to as I don't know if he eats it), and what to have for dessert. Fresh strawberries and whipped cream. I buy the stuff to make my own, and canned in case he doesn't have a mixer (I find out he doesn't). I get everything I need and head back.
I don't know how I managaed it, but everything was ready at the same time. And it must have been good cause he had seconds. I clean up after, and he is playing on the computer, so tunes out my question about what to do with the left overs. A couple of hours later he yells at me for having left it out. I tell him thats what he gets for not answering me when I asked. I tell him that it hasn't been sitting out long enough to ruin, to just put it in something and stick it in the fridge. So, either my cooking is acceptable, or he just isn't picky to the point that anything will do.
After dinner, I watch movies until he is done playing WOW, and we get ready for bed. I've discovered that in spite of his snoring, I like sleeping next to him. Except his propensity for sleeping with the TV on. It distracts me. In the morning, Ladder 49 is playing on the TV, and I know it because I start incorporating it in to my dream. Then some police movie (I forget which one). I wake up around a quarter til 11, saying that I had been dreaming about what was on TV. KiSA laughs at me, and then laughs some more saying that I wake up at 11 like someone who was waking up at 4 in the morning. I remind him that considering my shift, it IS early for me. He invites me to go back to sleep, but since I went to bed early for me, I am done sleeping. He has already eaten, and has obviously been up for a while. We watch more TV and he mentions that he has his son, but I am welcome to hang out. I thank him and tell him I have plans. Mark and I need to take the Kittens to the Vet, and I'm supposed to hook up with iamperacles that evening. He takes a shower, and tells me to clean his kitchen. Heh, I just snicker and say whatever. He leaves before me and I do go clean the dishes that I had used for dessert, and put away the dishes I had used the night before. I left him a note thanking him, and telling him that if I did any more, he'd owe me.
When I get home, I eat and shower and get the kittens ready for the vet. They were so cute. Mark took pictures, but he hasn't uploaded them, or I'd post them.
Anyways, thats a seperate post, cause this is about KiSA.
What a great weekend. I pretty much spent it with KiSA. I got home from work Friday morning around 6, and I finished cleaning the house so I wouldn't have to worry about it this weekend. I managed to get most of it done, but it's never really done enough for me. It's just that around 9, I started feeling punchy, and like I might get a headache, and that was the last thing I wanted that day. So I lay down for an hour. I set the alarm for 10ish, and Dexter and I took a short nap. I woke up, took a shower and got dressed. I got in the car, and since it was a beautifully sunny day, and would be warm down south, I opened the moonroof and took off with the iPod belting.
I got to Hillsdale before the last time I was driving down to meet KiSA popped in to my mind, and I reached for my phone. I wanted to see if maybe he had called to cancel. There was a voice mail from him, and with dread I listened to it. Basically he was saying that he figured out a way I could compensate him for his computer help. I could clean his apartment, and I should call him and let him know if I was still coming. I do call, and let him know I'm on my way, and he tells me to get my lazy ass down there. Whee! We're still on!
I get to his place, and knock on the door, and he's in his sweats and tshirt with a ball cap on, and he's so cute. He wasn't kidding about cleaning his apartment though, he has the sheets off the bed, and it's obvious he's doing laundry. So of course we won't be heading to my house for a while. A few minutes later, he hands me a tin filled with quarters and tells me which machines are his. I just look at him, and I just know I am not going to win the arguement I put up anyways, and head down to the laundry room which is under his apartment. I get the stuff out of the first dryer, which is mostly socks and underwear, and those don't need to be folded, so I grab the other dryer, and fold the shirts so they don't wrinkle right away. Thanks mom. Your laundry lessons stuck.
I dump the sheets and towels in to the dryer, start them up, and head back upstairs with the folded shirts, and the rest and when I get there I appoligize for having taken so long, and I explain that I didn't want the shirts to wrinkle, so I stayed down to fold them. He just looks at me. I think I surprise him sometimes. He starts hanging the shirts up and I start folding the rest. I tell him that I DO NOT mate other peoples socks. No amount of persuading will move me on this. I don't do it. I made a deal with Mark, he doesn't mate my socks for me, and I won't mate his. It's a pet peeve of mine when they aren't mated correctly. Anyways, after thats done we hang out for a while and we're both hungry. He wants me to go get something, and I'm not wanting to go. I ask him what he wants anyways, and he says Wendys, but they closed it down. I keep mentioning that I don't really know the area, only coming here to see him. And usually well after everything is closed. We somehow never manage to get lunch. 45 minutes
later I grab the hamper and head back downstairs for the sheets. I stuff it all in and instead of folding it there I go upstairs. I drag it all out and start to fold it. I get to the sheets, and he reaches out to help me, which is sweet. But I can fold sheets like a son of a bitch when I want to, and well, I have this need to demonstrate my housekeeping skills. I just look at him and ask him if he doesn't think I can fold his sheets, he backs off with a slightly incredulous look. Like "I can't believe you don't want help with my queen size sheets." I tell him I won't be putting the duvet back on to the comforter, because I had just done mine the day before and I hate doing it! He says he doesn't know how to do it, and I just look at him and ask him how he got it on in the first place. He says, "Ok, you got me," and still doesn't move towards it.
I finish the top sheet, and start on the fitted, but not being used to queen sheets, I mixed the proportions. I redo one to match the other, fold the pillow cases, place them between the 2 sheets and demand him to tell me they aren't damn near perfect. They are too. I am thorough, and when he doesn't move towards the duvet cover, I do, and in the course find additional pillow cases. He is like me, and has 5 or 6 pillows on his bed. The cases are still damp from being tangled in the duvet cover. I hang them up so they can dry, put the cover on the duvet and tell him I am done. He takes a quick shower and dresses and we head out.
He is such a guy. As soon as he gets in to the car, he starts pressing buttons and playing with everything. He keeps advancing the iPod, and to him, my music is all crappy (he likes pressing my buttons too), and he won't let me listen to a single song. Thats ok, cause I'm enjoying the company. He finds the spare key inside the glovebox (stupid place to keep it, I know, but I have a reason for it at this point) and he puts it in his pocket. He teases me that if I don't do what he tells me to, he'll steal my car and drive home. I know better though, and I trust him.
We get to my house and as we go in I mention that we forgot to get lunch. No problem, he decides he's gonna watch a movie while I go get us something. I mention I don't want to leave him there cause what if he hurts my kittens. He says he won't, and I impress upon him they they are still kittens and they will act like it, and will he please keep that in mind. I go get us some cheeseburgers, and we watch Top Secret while we eat. After, I go to use the bathroom, and I hear him head up stairs and he's already looking at the computer when I get up there.
We were having some issues and when I call Mark, Mark tells me the stuff we need to do what we want is still on the old hard drive and he would be home in an hour to help us if we wanted to wait for him. I put it to KiSA, and he says we should head back to his house where I can cook for him. I'd have rather hung out at my place for him to meet Mark, but ok, I promised him I wouldn't hold him hostage, and that he could leave whenever he wanted. I have to grab a few things, and he is already out the front door. When I get out there he is in the driver seat and the car is started. Yeah, he is gonna drive my car back. I'm surprisingly ok with this. He is the first person to drive the car since I got it. He notices I need gas so we stop, and he pumps while I pay. This is such fun! It's around 4, so I tell him to take 35 to 280 so we can avoid any 101 traffic. Once we hit 280 he starts to put the car through her paces. I tell him he has no call to critize the way I drive after this. However, I am so turned on, there is nothing this man can not do. He's telling me how it handles, and what causes it to handle that way. He's a competant driver.
At this point, I have to chuckle, because it must be love. I let him drive my car.
The best part about the drive is I finally got to tell him some of the things that had been bothering me the past few months. It was nice to be able to articulate how I felt, and have him listen and respond. I told him that the day we went for a walk and I told him his time was up, that it was going to be final. That I had reached the end of my rope trying to figure things out. He mentioned that he had been so incredibly busy that he disappeared from everything. I explained that it hadn't seemed like that, that from everything he was saying that he was still going about doing things with people. That it was only me, and that it was like he was ashamed of me. That if he tells me he is busy, I understand that, but to just disappear like he did, I don't deal so well with that. That I start to wonder what I did wrong. He mentions he likes how I assume it was something I did, and I reply that given what I knew, how else was I to interpret it?
By this time we're very close to his place and he pulls in, and I mention we forgot to stop at the store. Again we discuss who is going to go out to get what we need. He doesn't want to go, and and I don't want to go without him. He says that I don't have to cook, he could make something from his freezer (no thanks), or we could get take out. Huh. We could, but I want to cook for him. So I ask for directions and head out. I'm planning on making spaghetti with dill shrimp. A dish I know mostly by heart, and is easy to make in an unfamiar kitchen that may not be fully equiped. At the store I worry about whether I should make a salad (decide not to as I don't know if he eats it), and what to have for dessert. Fresh strawberries and whipped cream. I buy the stuff to make my own, and canned in case he doesn't have a mixer (I find out he doesn't). I get everything I need and head back.
I don't know how I managaed it, but everything was ready at the same time. And it must have been good cause he had seconds. I clean up after, and he is playing on the computer, so tunes out my question about what to do with the left overs. A couple of hours later he yells at me for having left it out. I tell him thats what he gets for not answering me when I asked. I tell him that it hasn't been sitting out long enough to ruin, to just put it in something and stick it in the fridge. So, either my cooking is acceptable, or he just isn't picky to the point that anything will do.
After dinner, I watch movies until he is done playing WOW, and we get ready for bed. I've discovered that in spite of his snoring, I like sleeping next to him. Except his propensity for sleeping with the TV on. It distracts me. In the morning, Ladder 49 is playing on the TV, and I know it because I start incorporating it in to my dream. Then some police movie (I forget which one). I wake up around a quarter til 11, saying that I had been dreaming about what was on TV. KiSA laughs at me, and then laughs some more saying that I wake up at 11 like someone who was waking up at 4 in the morning. I remind him that considering my shift, it IS early for me. He invites me to go back to sleep, but since I went to bed early for me, I am done sleeping. He has already eaten, and has obviously been up for a while. We watch more TV and he mentions that he has his son, but I am welcome to hang out. I thank him and tell him I have plans. Mark and I need to take the Kittens to the Vet, and I'm supposed to hook up with iamperacles that evening. He takes a shower, and tells me to clean his kitchen. Heh, I just snicker and say whatever. He leaves before me and I do go clean the dishes that I had used for dessert, and put away the dishes I had used the night before. I left him a note thanking him, and telling him that if I did any more, he'd owe me.
When I get home, I eat and shower and get the kittens ready for the vet. They were so cute. Mark took pictures, but he hasn't uploaded them, or I'd post them.
Anyways, thats a seperate post, cause this is about KiSA.