Who do you love...
Today I spent the better part of the day working while listening to George Thorogood. If there is such a thing as "Friday Music" George Thorogood has it nailed.
What do consider good Friday music?
I just discovered that I have completely lost track of the number of times TLMS and I have seen eachother. Hopefully this is not a black mark on my girlfriend record.
I do however distinctly recall that our first date was 5 weeks ago yesterday and was concluded by me shaking his hand which I'm certain screamed "THIS CHICK IS A TOTAL FREAKING MORON" but somehow, I still got a second, third and fourth date after that.
Of course there have been more dates than that but I can't remember how many!
Bad girlfriend, no cookies.
This morning I woke up with this thought in my head that I need to write something about ghosts. I know quite well what I want to say on the topic and it is probably not what you would expect. Having laid that tease out there I have to confess that I'm not prepared to write those thoughts exactly now. I will tell you though that I was completely spooked when I picked up a voicemail from a friend this afternoon that noted he had a ghost story to tell me.
Queue the Twilight Zone music...
Tonight there is a slumber party going on at the Howe house. So far they are so content with gluing things to my dining room table that I have been able to tidy up and vaccuum darn near every room of the house. We are still awaiting one more guest and once she gets here (she's my uber-helper) I'm going to put them all to work to cleaning the kids' bedrooms.
What? Don't kids clean at all slumber parties?
The writing of this blog post was briefly interupted by a phone call from The Boy. Remember him? He's hard to forget. With the entry of TLMS into my life The Boy faded into the background of my daily life. He doesn't call me 6 times a day anymore. The last time I talked to him was a week ago when I told him about my weekend cooking and football plans with The Last Man Standing. When The Boy and I talk about TLMS it is like I am talking to my best girlfriend. He is genuinely excited for me and peppers me with questions about this, that and the other. He shares my excitement with me and I am having such fun squeeling all my geeky girly googly-ga-ga details into the phone at him.
I remember the last date I ever went on before I launched my dating hiatus. The Boy ended up picking me up from that date because I was a complete and total trainwreck from the experience. I called him, too many drinks consumed to drive, not a chance in hell I was leaving with my date. I wanted a cab and I ended up with my best friend picking me up and listening to me cry myself to sleep. I got his bed, he took the couch. Here I am three years later. In those years he has listened to me cry myself to sleep countless times. He has picked me up and dusted me off with every fall and celebrated every victory along the way. I'm a better person for that three years and I'm a better person because of 14 years with him as my friend.
Three years ago he challenged me to hold out for everything I ever wanted in a guy. He never laughed at my fairy tale idea of what a relationship should be like. He never told me that I would never find what I was looking for. He has always been one of the biggest rocks in my life and while he may fade to the background he will never fade away.
Land sakes alive...I'm sobbing now. What happened to George Thorogood?!?!
Happy Friday everyone!
Who's up for one bourbon, one scotch and mmmmmm...beer...
What do consider good Friday music?
I just discovered that I have completely lost track of the number of times TLMS and I have seen eachother. Hopefully this is not a black mark on my girlfriend record.
I do however distinctly recall that our first date was 5 weeks ago yesterday and was concluded by me shaking his hand which I'm certain screamed "THIS CHICK IS A TOTAL FREAKING MORON" but somehow, I still got a second, third and fourth date after that.
Of course there have been more dates than that but I can't remember how many!
Bad girlfriend, no cookies.
This morning I woke up with this thought in my head that I need to write something about ghosts. I know quite well what I want to say on the topic and it is probably not what you would expect. Having laid that tease out there I have to confess that I'm not prepared to write those thoughts exactly now. I will tell you though that I was completely spooked when I picked up a voicemail from a friend this afternoon that noted he had a ghost story to tell me.
Queue the Twilight Zone music...
Tonight there is a slumber party going on at the Howe house. So far they are so content with gluing things to my dining room table that I have been able to tidy up and vaccuum darn near every room of the house. We are still awaiting one more guest and once she gets here (she's my uber-helper) I'm going to put them all to work to cleaning the kids' bedrooms.
What? Don't kids clean at all slumber parties?
The writing of this blog post was briefly interupted by a phone call from The Boy. Remember him? He's hard to forget. With the entry of TLMS into my life The Boy faded into the background of my daily life. He doesn't call me 6 times a day anymore. The last time I talked to him was a week ago when I told him about my weekend cooking and football plans with The Last Man Standing. When The Boy and I talk about TLMS it is like I am talking to my best girlfriend. He is genuinely excited for me and peppers me with questions about this, that and the other. He shares my excitement with me and I am having such fun squeeling all my geeky girly googly-ga-ga details into the phone at him.
I remember the last date I ever went on before I launched my dating hiatus. The Boy ended up picking me up from that date because I was a complete and total trainwreck from the experience. I called him, too many drinks consumed to drive, not a chance in hell I was leaving with my date. I wanted a cab and I ended up with my best friend picking me up and listening to me cry myself to sleep. I got his bed, he took the couch. Here I am three years later. In those years he has listened to me cry myself to sleep countless times. He has picked me up and dusted me off with every fall and celebrated every victory along the way. I'm a better person for that three years and I'm a better person because of 14 years with him as my friend.
Three years ago he challenged me to hold out for everything I ever wanted in a guy. He never laughed at my fairy tale idea of what a relationship should be like. He never told me that I would never find what I was looking for. He has always been one of the biggest rocks in my life and while he may fade to the background he will never fade away.
Land sakes alive...I'm sobbing now. What happened to George Thorogood?!?!
Happy Friday everyone!
Who's up for one bourbon, one scotch and mmmmmm...beer...
4 Comments:
great... no - awesome post!
We are just hovering on the edge of the good girlfriend thing and it wears me out.
I was never, ever good at remembering dates and anniversaries and shit. I'm lucky I know what day it is... and he was lucky I continued to let him hang around.
*snort*
Was The Boy a boyfriend before TLMS or is The Boy just a friend. If The Boy is just a friend and has not been tried on for size yet I might suggest (may I offer unsolicited advice?) that you guys match yourselves up. Sounds like a good one could be looming there
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