2007 is ending...

For the longest time I would stand outside at night and stare up into the sky. I'd mutter under my breath "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." Then I'd wish for that special man who would understand me, love me, allow me to be who am I and make me happy. For years the wish never came true. And I thought my prince charming would never come along. I thought that he was lost somewhere and we would never meet. With each year, I'd get more and more close up. More and more withdrawn. Almost building a shell to make sure that no one saw just how lonely and ALONE I was. How sad and tired and uninspired with life I was.

But in 2007 my wish came true.

I'w with a man who has made me more me than anyone else has ever come close to. A man who looks at me and I see in his eyes who I really am. I see a man who cares for me whether or not I'm just out out the shower and all put together or just off the treadmill looking spent. A man who willing does things for me because he loves me. A man who lets me say and do things that I've always wanted to, been been too afraid to try. A man who fills in the blank spaces in my life with happiness and joy.

I watched him sleep one day. His face scruffy with whiskers, slack from relaxation of sleep. I watched him breath in and out at rest. I watched him and realized that I am so thankful for him. For how and when he came into my life. For what he gives me and what he lets me give him. I need him and he needs me.

So on 12/23/07 he presented me with a beautiful ring. A ring that means that we will share everything forever. That I don't have to live without him again. And I am happy.

MY. LEGS. HURT.

Me + squats with the bar at the gym = extreamly sore muscles for going on 3 days now....

Enough said about that.

It's dentist day today. I really dislike the dentist. Only because I can't open my mouth very much and it hurts for a while afterwards.

P.S. I played a new Christmas CD on the way to work this morning in the truck. Yes, I know it's only 11/5, but I love Christmas music.

Finally Friday

So this is week one of working out at the gym. Wasn't so bad.

{pssst.....remind me of this statement in 2 months when it's colder than crap out and all I want to do is go home...}

Yesterday P and I did cardio for 45 minutes then lifted weights. He got me to do some machines that I'd never have tried on my own. And he encouraged me to keep going when it was hard. However, he asked which one I disliked the most. When I told him he said that that was the machine we'd be working on the most because it's the one that I needed the most. Naturally I stuck my tongue out at him as a response.

Now on to matters of food... (like that transition?) Tomorrow we're celebrating my sisters birthday with Famous Daves (yum) and i'm making a Martha Stewart Salty Sweet Cake. Oh, wait. Of course I'm going to the gym before we go over there so I'll work off about 1/10th of what I actually eat. lol Maybe I should go to the gym before and after?

Other than that? I can hear out of my left ear again - kind of. It's been plugged all week. P thought it was hillarious to stop talking in the middle of his conversation and just mouth the words at me at random times throughout the week. Yeah, fun. Umm...not. Then a guy a work started doing that yesterday. Real funny you two. So I've been putting marine drops in my ear all week to *warning gross stuff ahead* soften up all that impacted wax and get it out. One night I was walking around with my head tilted to keep the drops in and banged my head on the corner. Well, I wasn't used to my head being twice it's normal width! Last night I shot warm water in my ear via that bulb thing that you use to suck snot from a baby. *warning, more gross stuff* Chunks of hard wax came out. YAY EAR WAX! So I put more drops in and tried the water thing again this morning. No more came out. I'm going to try the drops for a few more days and see if I can get it all. If not, a trip to the doctor for the high pressure ear wax hose is in store. shudder.

Well, that's more than you really wanted to know about my ear wax so I'll stop for now...

Do you ever wonder which one you are?

So I met 7 women for dinner last night. A special group of women. There was P, C, S, S#2, S#3, J, and B. J#2 was ill and L had a family emergency.

Why are these women so special? They are the women that helped me get through college. They are college friends. No, they never did my homework...at least I don't think they did, but they may have. No, they never loaned me money for tuition...but quite possibly money for late night food and drinks. They were an integral part of my education, one I could never have finished college without. These women, in their own way, taught me things about life and friends and love. They helped me through experiences and issues and heartbreak. They laughed with me, cried with me and sat by me when I needed it.

As we were loudly having dinner last night, I kept looking around in wonder at the women that we became. At the things we accomplished in life and how far we had all come. I kept thinking that everyone has a role in a friendship and certainly there are roles in circles of friends. And it made me wonder if I had an impact on their life like they did on mine? Was there something that I taught them in college that made them who they are today? I hope so. I really do.

PS. To P: I had forgottn about falling down the stairs that night. I had forgotten about your broken finger. And I am so very sorry about it, even after all these years.

After talking for a couple of hours, telling stories of past and present, we made a plan. A plan to continue to meet. It made me happy.

Confessions of a bed hog...

Every morning I just naturally roll over to P's side of the bed and generally hog the whole bed after he's gotten up. I do it in my sleep so it's not like I'm waking up...saying hey let me roll over here...and doing it. But every morning I end up more on P's side of the bed, than mine.

I guess last night P got up to ah use the facilities and when he came back I had rolled onto his side. My brain must have thought that he had gotten up for the day and my body it's thing. Anyway, P tried to get me to walke up and move over and he said it wasn't working.

That's my confession of beg hogging....