Sometimes life is better described as a soundtrack... so my mix tape for December...
Only Love- Sophie B Hawkins
Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol
Oh, It Is Love- Hellogoodbye
Save It For Later- Five Times August
Good Morning Baby- Dan Wilson and Bic Runga
At The Stars- Better Than Ezra
Follow You, Follow Me- Genesis
You Make Me Feel- Jeremy Toback
A Girl Like You- Pete Yorn
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps- Doris Day
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
An update of sorts...
And now for something completely different....
Not really, I've just wanted to start a blog that way. I figured since I have been completely incommunicado the last few weeks I would post an update here. That's right, I've resorted to the impersonal means of the internet to communicate with those I love. Welcome to the 21st century.
1. The boy- Things are still great. Despite my best efforts. He is patient and sweet and funny and all the things in a guy I hoped I would find but never dared hope I could. I never thought it was possible to feel like this for someone, yet somehow I do and it is awesome. When he dumps me I will be soliciting a hitman to take him out. So be sending in your resumes if you're interested in the position.
2. The job- Pretty good. Working hard, still trying to figure most of it out. Most nights I just come home and pass out from exhaustion. I have to think too hard. Sometimes the mines don't seem so bad after all.
3. The family- Are all doing fairly well. My brother is stranded in aircraft carrier hell, but it is only for a few weeks. He's due home after Christmas and we will be making the rounds- I'm very excited to show him off to all my friends. (Less excited to introduce him to J-, apparently the Navy and Marines have a bit of a friendly rivalry- I'm anticipating lengthy discussions over who suffered more in uniform)
4. The health- Getting better, though still not 100%. I will probably faint when I get the ER bill. Not the best Thanksgiving I've ever had, but, sadly enough, not the worst one I've ever had. :)
Not really, I've just wanted to start a blog that way. I figured since I have been completely incommunicado the last few weeks I would post an update here. That's right, I've resorted to the impersonal means of the internet to communicate with those I love. Welcome to the 21st century.
1. The boy- Things are still great. Despite my best efforts. He is patient and sweet and funny and all the things in a guy I hoped I would find but never dared hope I could. I never thought it was possible to feel like this for someone, yet somehow I do and it is awesome. When he dumps me I will be soliciting a hitman to take him out. So be sending in your resumes if you're interested in the position.
2. The job- Pretty good. Working hard, still trying to figure most of it out. Most nights I just come home and pass out from exhaustion. I have to think too hard. Sometimes the mines don't seem so bad after all.
3. The family- Are all doing fairly well. My brother is stranded in aircraft carrier hell, but it is only for a few weeks. He's due home after Christmas and we will be making the rounds- I'm very excited to show him off to all my friends. (Less excited to introduce him to J-, apparently the Navy and Marines have a bit of a friendly rivalry- I'm anticipating lengthy discussions over who suffered more in uniform)
4. The health- Getting better, though still not 100%. I will probably faint when I get the ER bill. Not the best Thanksgiving I've ever had, but, sadly enough, not the worst one I've ever had. :)
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
High Heels and Marines
So, this last weekend was the USMC Birthday Ball. Let me start by saying, I don't do formal. Ever. The only comforting thought of having to wriggle into a floor length formal while wearing three inch heels was that J-, in his full dress uniform, would be a lot more uncomfortable than me. And he was. This makes me smile a little. But then, I'm a little evil.
All in all it was a nice ceremony. Cake was cut with a sword, military wives waxed eloquent about men in uniforms, a few guys hinted at an evening of rowdiness. I felt hopelessly awkward, not knowing anyone, tottering about in a dress that was a little too nice for a schlub like me. But it was all worth it to be there in that moment holding the hand of a guy that holds my heart.
All in all it was a nice ceremony. Cake was cut with a sword, military wives waxed eloquent about men in uniforms, a few guys hinted at an evening of rowdiness. I felt hopelessly awkward, not knowing anyone, tottering about in a dress that was a little too nice for a schlub like me. But it was all worth it to be there in that moment holding the hand of a guy that holds my heart.
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