Summer Rocks!

One chilly evening at the beach, we asked a passer by to snap a picture of us. We laughed and laughed when we viewed the pic because it looks like it was taken from three miles away and it may or may not actually be us.



Since Kelly has freakishly long arms, he's able to take pics of us himself. lol.


It's such a nice beach and less than a half hour drive, so we love going as often as possible. As the sun goes down, the sky looks so pretty. It is a little vacation for us every time we go.


Tonight, Anastasia comes to stay with us for the week, and I'm taking most of the week off, so I'm hoping for great weather so I can take her and Alicia to the beach. I love Summer.

I love summer!

Ok, clearly I'm going to suck this summer for blogging. Kelly and I have been hangin out on the beach every day this week after work. There's just no time! I'm so behind on keeping up with my reading, too, I can only hope everyone is slowing down right now. I've got some pictures we took on Kelly's phone that haven't made it onto the computer yet, but when they do, I'll post them. we are so incredibly lucky to live in a place where a 25 minute drive gets you to a sandy, sunny beach. Anyway, between our summer outings and preparing to move, there are just not enough hours in the day. I'm gonna write my M.P. and ask if we can't maybe tack a few extra hours onto the end of each day. LOL! If only it was that easy. Anyway, sorry I suck so bad at posting. I'm sure after the summer when it's gray and rainy I'll get my game on. Take care all!

Good News!

Y'know my salon is in the house my parents rent, right? Well my parents have decided to move and buy a place of their own, so they found a really nice townhouse and I'm really happy for them. Because of this new developement, I have had to look at my options. Plan "A" was to appeal to my parents' landlords and see if they would let Kelly and I take over the rent. Plan "B" was to find a job at a salon and work like a normal person, and plan "C" was to start looking for a job at a hairdressing school as a teacher. Well, my folks spoke to the landlords, who have agreed to rent the place to Kelly and I. Yaaaaay!!! This is great news to me. A bigger place, the salon right downstairs, and I get to keep the business I have been building for the past 10 years. I'm a happy camper.

Anyway, now I'm starting to pack, paint the walls back to white (yuck) and bring boxes over every time I go to my parents' place. I'm pretty busy, so I'm not gonna be on my game with the blog for the next couple of months. I'm still gonna post, but it seems hard for me to get more than a post or two a week at best. Moving is so busy, I want to get as much done in the next couple of months as I can. That way life is easier when moving day comes.
Anyway, gotta go do some hair!

Aaaahhhhh Summer

When I was a kid I had a bitchy friend named Theresa. She was really moody...like when you'd sleep over at her house, you'd wake up at a reasonable time, and she'd sleep until one in the afternoon. Then when you were about to starve to death, so you'd try and wake her, she'd rip your head off.

So one day, we decided to actually get up at a reasonable hour, get ready, hop on a bus, and go to our favorite beach in Vancouver. We had planned to meet some friends there, but wanted to get a good log to set up beside, so we headed off before anyone else did. We got to the beach and found the perfect log close to the water and fairly close to the concession stand. After laying out our towels and blankets, we lay down to catch some rays. Aaaaaaahhhhh, I've always been a sucker for the sun. At the idiotic age we were, we had no regard for the damage it could cause, so we slathered ourselves up really well with lots of baby oil, and both of us drifted off into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes, the sun had moved over quite a bit. How long had I been sleeping, I wondered. I looked down at myself to see that I had been sleeping long enough to get a nasty sunburn. Looking over at my friend, I noticed that she was still laying on her tummy sawing logs, but had a towel thrown over her diagonally covering about a third of her back. I gingerly lifted a corner to see the contrast between the blinding white skin under the towel and the bright lobster red skin that had been exposed to the sun for God knows how many hours. Yikes! I tried to gently wake her by saying her name...then I shook her shoulder and said her name a little louder. On the third try, she didn't open her eyes, but she did screech, "Leave me alone!" When I tried again, she screeched something starting with an "F" and ending with an "OFF!"

By this time, I had just about had enough of he temper, so I did what anyone would do. I carefully replaced the towel diagonally on her back so that it lined up exactly with the crisp line that the raging burn had created, put some sunscreen on my own burn, so as not to let it burn further, and went to the concession stand for a nice ice cream cone. Sweet dreams Theresa...

Needless to say, the girl suffered pretty severely for her bitchiness. She agonized over her burn for a week, and then peeled like an onion. LOL Not to mention the fact that she looked ridiculous with a diagonal line across her back, one side so red it was almost purple, and the other white as snow. You know, on the way home from the beach she was sitting in one of the courtesy seats and I was sitting in a seat right beside them when a little old lady got on the bus. She looked at Theresa who quickly spat out, "I'm not giving up MY seat!" So I gave her mine. She just never learned that nothing good comes of being so bitchy!

Oh FYI, my burn turned into a nice golden tan. Hmmmm. karma? Perhaps.

our busy weekend

Okay, so here's Kelly and I just before going to his friend's wedding. Alicia took this picture of us outside our townhouse.



These ones are Alicia and Anastasia at the salmon festival here in Richmond on Canada day. It was a lot of fun, just watching them goof off together.
It was a nice warm day, in fact, Anastasia needed some fresh air on the way home.

That morning I had colored Anastasia's hair blue. She's funky.

We had such a busy weekend, on Saturday we went to the mall in the morning, a wedding in the evening, and then a party that night. Then Sunday we were at the Salmon fest, and then we had to take the round trip from here to Victoria on the ferry to bring Kelly's little one home. So Monday was a nothing day and I loved it. We slept in late, hung out around the house, had a little visit with my sis, and then came home and watched a movie. We borrowed "the lake house" from Kelly's mom and dad...it stunk. No more time to write, I'm afraid. I've been on the computer for a while now, so I'd better get something done today. LOL.

LOL

My bad, my bad! LOL
Sorry guys, I just haven't had time to post lately. I feel much better now about the ball thing. It's really the farthest thing from my mind. Kelly and I have been in the process of moving him in with Alicia and me. It's so weird that I've been so commitment-phobic for so long, and then I meet Kelly and 4 months later we're shackin' up! I'm really happy, though and it feels so comfy and right.
Anyhoo, we took the girls to our local Canada Day festival on Sunday and blew about a million dollars on an ice cream each, a drink each, and putting Alicia and Anastasia on a couple of rides. The crowd makes you want to go postal, too, but ya gotta go into these things expecting it to be hot and crowded. Then you're typically left with one or two tickets, which get you on nothing, so you either have to buy more tickets or give your extras away. Hmmmm...I think I'll stand in the ticket line again so I can stand in a ride line again...NOT! LOL so I handed my remaining tickets over to the nearest stranger and we made a break for it. I have to say we did great on the parking. Just slid right in there, no probs.
So anyway, it really was a nice day and we all had fun, in spite of my ramblings. I hope you all did too! I have a couple of stories bangin' around in my head, so next time I'll post one of them. Take care!

I'm so pissed

I'm so pissed off, so I'm gonna use you guys to vent my frustration. I've been playing on my baseball team for ten years now. When Drew and I started dating the first time, he would come out as a spectator, and eventually he began to play for the team. Then when we broke up, he stopped coming out to ball. Well, after a season or two, Drew started coming out to watch again, and then, again, he rejoined the team. That was when we decided to try being in a relationship again. As you all know, due to his inability to be honest in a relationship, it fell apart and ended after about 7 months. Okay, so that's the back ground information.

When I began the season this year, I was told that Drew didn't want to play because of what had happened between us, but his friends were urging him to shake it off and come out anyway. So he ended up playing for the team after all.

So I've found it very awkward this year because he's made some good friends on the team, so now the team seems very divided. Nobody is mean to me or anything, but if Kelly and I are on one side of the field, Drew and his posse are on the other. If Kelly and I wander over to hang out, Drew wanders away, followed by all his friends, leaving Kelly and I standing there together. This is getting so uncomfortable, I'm not having fun anymore. I told the team manager that I will play in the games if they are short females, but if they don't need me, I'm staying home. I don't want to leave them in the lurch, but at the same time, it really sucks to feel so excluded.

Now I'm just finding out that we're having our baseball team party, but I haven't heard a thing about it. Like, excuse me, I'm not invited to my team party? It's being held at the home of a good friend of Drew's so I guess this is Drew's team now, and not mine. So why the hell should I care if they need me or not? I just want to quit and be done with it. I almost burst into tears on the field when my "friend" who's on the team told me about the party. The fact is, I'm going to a wedding the day of the party, and I have an invitation from another friend to go for drinks at her place that night, so I couldn't have gone to the baseball party anyway. But "ouch" it stings that I'm being left out like this. Am I in Junior high again? And how did the entire team manage to keep it so hush-hush about the party? Like, don't talk about it around Sharon, she's not invited. But we'll use her to fill a spot on the team so we have enough girls.

Anyway, I'm so done with this crap. They can stuff it.

Clean livin'

My friend Kiki, who lives in Greece, and I did a lot of things together as kids and as teens. I'll never forget when we decided to start exercising at the local swimming pool. They had this aerobics class that we signed up for with all the best intentions.

Now Kiki's Dad was a pretty strict guy, so he insisted on driving us too and from the pool to make sure that we were actually going where she said we were. That was no problem, since we had every intention of going to the class and becoming a couple of hard bodies.

We hopped out of the back seat of Mr. Kyrmizoglou's car...yeah, I know...Kyrmizoglou...and made our way to the aerobics room. We found a spot and watched as the instructor set up. Shortly after, the class began. We dipped, we kicked, we flexed, we pushed, we pulled. We stretched...pant...we repeated...pant, pant...we stepped...wheeze...we crunched...cough...pant...we looked at the clock to find we'd only been there for 10 minutes!

I glanced over in my friend's direction to see that she was looking at me with pain in her eyes. She goes, "do you want to go to MacDonald's?"

So needless to say, we were out the door and across the street scarfing burgers and fries within minutes! Of course we had to make it back in time for her father to see us walk out of the front door of the pool, but that was no probs! By the time his car pulled up in front of the building, we were strolling through the double doors looking like we'd just had the workout of our lives.

Aaaaah, nothing like cleeeeaaaan livin! That was the best Macworkout I've ever had!!!

Just some stuff

So I had my parents and Kelly's parents over for dinner on Saturday so they could meet. It went really well, though it was pretty much the hottest day we've had this year so far. Maybe not the best day to have lasagna in the oven for an hour. We had two fans going and all the doors and windows in the house open. The lasagna was nummy, by the way. We also had salad and garlic bread with cake and ice cream for dessert. mmmmmmm.

Last night we were invited to Alicia's school for awards night. Apparently she was receiving an award for something. They don't tell you what award you're getting, only that you're getting one. So it ended up to be for her visual arts class and the award was what they call a "passion for learning" award. I was a proud mama.
The person announcing the names of the recipients was the librarian of the school. Wow, talk about booooring. No oomph what so ever! Just droning on in a monotone voice, like could they have picked anyone with less enthusiasm and energy? I don't think so. It truly was like listening to one of Charley Brown's teachers...wa wa, wa wa, wa wa...

Anyway, shouldn't make fun, I guess...just kidding! Ha ha did anyone out there buy that? Shouldn't make fun...snort...aaaaahhhhh.

Anyway, I'm just doing cuts today, so it's a no brainer day. Only two more to go, and then I'm off to buy a $35 000 000 lotto ticket. Fingers crossed! Actually, my next one is in 5 minutes or so, so I guess I should wrap it up. Didn't really have anything to post about today, so forgive me for talking about nothing. LOL. Maybe next time I'll come up with something fascinating to say. Don't count on it, though. ;)

He swept me off my feet!!!

Kelly is the sweetest, most romantic man I've ever known. I don't want to give you all cavities, but the man is like no other man I've ever met. He lets me be myself and loves me for who I am. He's confident enough to let me take the straightening iron to his normally curly hair (He looks like he's up to no good in this picture...yup, definitely got something up his sleeve.)





...and he's trusting enough to be comfortable with me cutting his hair short. Wow, he looks different, eh? Oh my God, he's so cute no matter how he wears his hair!!!

He's a great Dad to his daughter, who obviously loves him like mad. Here they are building a lego town. I think some poor lego dude was being eaten by a lego shark when I took this.

He has a great sense of humor, which is a must for me. I enjoy laughter in my life and wouldn't last with someone who couldn't get silly. I love the fact that he can strike a balance between the child within him and being able to carry a serious conversation. Last night Alicia and I were clicking our heals together in the living room, and Kelly grabbed the camera to capture this little nugget...LOL That's a ripper!



Okay, besides how wonderful Kelly is, look how well our kids get along. These were taken at the mall. They're just like sisters. AAAAAAWWWWWWWE!!! Aren't they the cutest?






Okay, so now that I've gushed all over the place, a couple of weeks ago, Kelly and I were standing in the living room, when he suddenly took me in his big strong arms and began to slow dance with me. Isn't that so romantic? So we were swaying back and forth and I was just getting swept away. He gazed into my eyes, and then began to go in for the dip. Oooh, how fun! So as he begins to dip me, his foot slips from underneath him sending us both crashing toward the coffee table! (Just as a side note, there was a candle holder on the table that Alicia and her friends slightly broke. It just needed a little glue to reattach one of the pieces.) So, I crash into the table first, as Kelly struggles to maintain some control over the fall, and he follows me down nailing my cheek with his shoulder! We ended up totally warping the coffee table, and as for the candle holder that was in two pieces...now it's in about six pieces in the bottom of a garbage bag. If it wasn't totaled before the "dip" it most certainly was after. LOL. I know, I told you he's romantic. The great thing is, we can laugh about these crazy things. I can't believe I've found someone so perfect for me. I've never been happier, even with a bruised cheek!

Sweet sweet revenge.

My brother Dennis took great pleasure, as a child, in scaring the living crap out of his siblings. He loved to hide around corners waiting for his victims to happen by and then pounce, causing his prey to have a heart attack. Dennis and my sis Sheryl had asthma and sometimes, late at night Sheryl would creep into his room to borrow his inhaler if she had run out. One night she opened his door and quietly sneaked over to his bedside table so as not to wake him, and as she slowly reached out to pick up the inhaler, Dennis' hand flew out and grab her wrist! She just about fainted. He loved that kind of stuff.

One night, as Dennis was getting ready for bed, I saw an opportunity to get him back for all the heart attacks he gave me as a child. I sneaked into his room while he was in the bathroom and quickly climbed under the covers of his unmade bed, making sure to lay in a way that looked like I was just part of the wrinkles in his covers. from under the covers, I heard Dennis enter his room. He hummed to himself as he got undressed and put his PJ's on. It was everything I could do to contain myself as he went about his routine, completely comfortable in his assumption that he was alone. I heard him make his way over to the door, and then saw the lights go out from under the blanket. He shuffled over to his bed, and as he drew the covers back, getting ready to climb in, I sat up screaming "BOOOO!!!"

Aaaaah, sweet revenge! There's nothing like it, and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. I just about peed myself laughing at his reaction. It was so sweet to see the familiar terror that was usually in my eyes, but this time was in his. It only lasted a moment, but it still lives on in my memory. He was a great sport about most things growing up, and this was no exception. I could tell he could appreciate the time and patience it took to pull that off. And I was just a little snot. My sister also appreciated the prank. To this day she brings it up, smiling at the prospect of someone getting even for all the times he jumped out from behind potted plants, or just simply walked up behind an unsuspecting victim and jolted them from behind. Snicker snicker snort...Still cracks me up to think of it...

Man, was it that long ago that I posted last??? Wow, time just flies! Anyway, last weekend we went to Kelly's parents' house for dinner. Kelly had to help his nephew with his computer and since he and Kelly's sis live only a few doors from his folks' place, we thought we'd get together. Also, I wanted to introduce Alicia to his family, so she came along. Kelly also suggested we bring Frisky (our little dog) which I was a little apprehensive about, but went along with after a few repetitions of, "are you sure?"

Anyhoo, we had a nice dinner with Kelly's family, but for the most part, he and his nephew were a few doors down dealing with the computer issue. It was a little awkward because I could tell his Dad was tired and I felt a little like they were babysitting us while Kelly was gone. Besides that, though, they are very nice and hospitable. It just maybe wasn't the best way to introduce them to Alicia and Frisky.

Out of nowhere, Kelly's sister's dog, (thank God not Frisky) who fallows their dad around like a shadow, starts dragging her ass down the carpet, leaving a nice brown skid mark about two or three feet long. His dad was not happy. I think his exact words were, "#$%*$*&#!!!!!!" I may be mistaken, though.

After the crap had been scrubbed out of the carpet, Kelly and his nephew, Christian, came in and started wrestling in the living room. It's a small condo, and his mom was reminding them of that, but the rough housing continued. Kelly's little girl Anastasia ran to one end of the coffee table, grabbed hold, and gave it a tug to make more room. Well the thing must have been held together with Elmer's glue because it collapsed into, like, six pieces onto the living room floor, spilling all of it's contents all over. Again, dad's head almost popped off. The poor guy just wanted some peace and quiet and his house had been pooped on and his table broken.

By the time we got into the car to get home, we were all pooped. Sigh. I'm kind of pooped just posting about it. Anyway, gotta go shampoo this set of highlights.

This song is one I wrote last year. Thought I'd share it with you all. I hope it works. It took for ever to upload!

Pink Flamingos

When my sister turned 40, I wanted to do something special for her. Something that would tell the world (or the townhouse complex) that her Birthday was something to be acknowledged. So I got to work on a couple of projects. The first was a big sign that read, you guessed it, "Lordy Lordy look who's forty!" I made sure it was huge and painted with bright colors, so that all who emerged from there townhouses would see it. My next project was my favorite of the two. I took a few sheets of green foam that I had bought at the dollar store, some pink pipe cleaners, and eighty tiny googly eyes and got to work. Out of each pipe cleaner, I fashioned a perfect little pink flamingo standing on one leg. After this long job, I put a spot of glue on the bottom and poked all forty of them into the foam sheets so that they stood up. Then I glued two little eyeballs on each little flamingo. I couldn't have been more pleased with how it turned out, so on her Birthday morning I sneaked over to her door, hung the poster with some balloons, and lay the sheets of flamingos on the hood of her car, so that they would be the first thing she saw when she opened her door. She got a real kick out of that, and brought them to work to show her coworkers. One of the things that I requested of her was that she pay it forward. The next person that she knows who turns 40, she has to pass the flamingos on to and they have to do the same. I think it would be funny to see how many people will get the flamingos. Our girlfriend Daveen will be turning 40 next, so we are going to pass the little flamingos on to her next month. Sheryl was suggesting that whomever gets the little guys, write their date of birth on the bottom of the foam mats and sign it, so if they make their way around the lower mainland, people can see the journey they have had!

Ball season!!!

Aaaaaah, ball season begins. We had our first practice on Sunday, so I had the chance to meet some of the new team members. It's funny how the ball team evolves through the years. When I started on the team, ten years ago, I was one of the youngest players and we all had kids running around. Then as the years passed, the oldest members left, and were replaced by younger ones, and our children all grew to the age that they no longer come out to watch. So for the last few years, we really haven't had many little booger-nuggets around. Now it seems to have come full circle. I'm one of the oldest on the team now, one of our players gave birth since last year, and one is pregnant! One of our newer players from last year also has a little toddler, so now she'll have other kids to play with at ball in the coming years.

Kelly and his daughter came with us to the practice. It was a beautiful sunny day. Eventually, Drew turned up and made some stupid bitter comment to me, but I don't really give a rat's ass. I tried to extend the olive branch by approaching him and greeting him, but he responded in a rude, combative way, so I left him to it. Oh well.

Other than that, life is grand. I'm in love, I have friends and family...what more could I ask for?

You're never too old to put a hole in the wall

You might think that once someone grows and matures into adulthood, they leave behind the childish impulsive behaviors that separate the children from the grownups. Well, you couldn't be more wrong...

I must have been in my early twenties, if my memory serves. That would put my sister Sheryl in her late twenties. The night in question was spent at the house that belonged to the parents of the guy I was dating at the time. They were away on vacation and this guy, Bob, had been staying with them. So there we were, hanging out with my sis, his sis, and his bro in law, having dinner and some cocktails. We spent our time laughing and joking and just being light hearted until my sister had announced that she needed to visit the ladies room. To which I casually replied that I also needed to go. There was a silence...we locked eyes...and then suddenly we both jumped up and darted in the direction of the bathroom, each trying to reach the bathroom door first. I have a teeny bit of a competitive side. We tackled each other down the hall, both fighting with all our might! When we reached the bathroom, still wrestling and struggling, we slammed into the door sending it forcefully flying open with a bang. Suddenly there was silence again as we realized that we had flung the door open with such gusto, that we forced the inside doorknob right through the bathroom wall, leaving a gaping hole. Oops. We both retreated like two guilty puppies that just pooped on the carpet. Sheepishly, we shuffled back out of the little bathroom and back into the kitchen where everyone stood with their eyes open wide and their hands over their mouths.

Thank goodness Bob's brother in law was handy with household jobs such as fixing huge-ass holes in the wall. He fixed it up nice, but not nice enough to hide that it had happened. He didn't have the paint to match, so even though he did a great job, the evidence was undeniable. So you can imagine when Bob's parents got home (of course Sheryl was nowhere to be found for this occasion) how uncomfortable it was. "um...ehem...sorry about the bathroom wall. Tee hee...You're really gonna laugh when you hear what happened..." You know, that kind of thing.

So, I guess there are parts of me (and Sheryl...don't forget about Sheryl) that will just never grow up. I could still see myself tackling the poor bastard that would dare to mention they have to pee when I'm thinking the same thing. Clearly, I haven't learned anything from this experience, except maybe to learn to run faster for next time.

A sad day

PARFORD-KEYS _ Matthew Ryder Parford-Keys (McKee), May 21, 1984 - March 22, 2007, passed away in his sleep, succumbing to an 18 month battle with Leukemia. He is survived by his loving mother, Geri Parford, (Ray Jourdain) and numerous loving family members, too many to list here. Memorial date April 02, 2007. Richmond Funeral Home. 8420 Cambie Rd, Richmond, BC. In lieu of flowers, donations to blood bank or to the Cancer Agency.


I'm so sad today. This is my neighbor Geri's son. When we moved in 7 years ago, he played his music until 1:30 in the morning on a work night. I went over the next morning to ask (very nicely) that in the future, he shut it down a little earlier. What I wouldn't give to hear him wailing to his music today.

Geri has raised this boy by herself from day one, which was two months after she turned 23. He had downs syndrome, so you can imagine how rough it would have been for her. She was so great with him and he was a beautiful boy. Now, two months before he was to turn 23, he is gone. When she came to my door over a year ago and told me that he was diagnosed with Leukemia, we were all optimistic about his prognosis. Then one day while I was highlighting her hair, she told me that he wasn't going to make it. I've seen him go from a chubby playful boy, to a very sick young man, needing my help to get him from the car into their townhouse. You should have seen her standing there after the service greeting and hugging all of the crying guests. She was such a trooper, smiling and laughing with everyone. The tears fell from my eyes continuously throughout the service and then some more on the drive home. I got home from the funeral about a half hour ago and I sit and write this with a heavy heart. I'm glad his pain is over, but the rest of us are so sad to see him go and so sad for his mom. Rest in Peace Matthew. The world will miss you.

Aren't we adorable?!?

You guys crack me up! Ok, so Kelly met the family on Sunday, which happened to be my Dad's birthday celebration. It went really well, but I knew it would cuz he's great and so is my family. I will, however try and refrain from exclusively posting about how gaga I am over my new boyfriend. Hmmmmmm.....Ummmmmm....just wait I'm thinking.....There was this one time when Kelly...wait... no...that's about him too. I know I had a life before he came along, but damned if I can remember any of it right now!
So Sunday morning Kelly and I were hanging out at my place, but I have a very important Sunday ritual which involves my sister's couch, her tv, and two and a half glorious hours of Coronation street. So I headed off to my sis' place, and he was gonna hang out at mine until I returned. When I got home he was standing there lookin all gorgeous, so I went over and gave him some hello smooches and snuggles. He told me that he popped out to do a few things while I was gone. He goes, "while I was out, I wanted to get you the perfect single rose, but every one I looked at was slightly flawed in some way. I couldn't find one that was perfect....so I had to get you a dozen instead." So I look over and see these.






I know, right? Could he BE any sweeter?!? Sigh........

So this guy that I've been seeing is really great. We'll call him "Kelly" mostly cuz that's his name. I met his little 9 year old daughter over the weekend, and we played with beads, baked cookies, and goofed off a little. Since she lives on the island right now, Kelly had to take her across on the ferry to drop her back off with her mom. So I decided to keep him company and went with them. Well, I know it's hard to believe, but I kind of made them late for the ferry, so we missed it and had to catch the next one. Once we boarded we had the chance to play around a little, played some "go fish," (cheated my ass off) watched her do card tricks, watched her climb around the pathetic little play area on the boat.

Anyhoo, then we docked and met up with her mom (BRRRRRRRR) It was a bit of a chilly reception, though I don't know why. They've been parted for 2 years and she's in a relationship of her own. I guess it was just uncomfortable for her. Oh well.

The thing is, it was fun. Doesn't seem to matter what we do , where we go. I'm happy just to be with him. We laugh alot, we talk alot, and he has the best arms for hugging I've ever felt. Sigh...(goofy grin)

Hmmmmmm

So I've seen this guy from Plenty of fish a few times now and if I didn't know better, I'd say I've got a crush on him. I've been walking around grinning like an idiot for a week now. I'm driving in my car all by myself, and people must think I'm one sandwich short of a full picnic by the way I'm smiling. I catch myself drifting off to la la land while watching tv or doing someone's hair, and when I come back to reality, there's that silly smile again. Hmmmmmmm...

In other news, I have a crush on the guy that I've been seeing...oh wait, that's the same news;)