Love Love Love

I love my wife, my kiddo, our dog, and most of all...MY LIFE! I couldn't ask for anything more than what I already have. I get to spend time with those that love me, while doing the things that I love!!!




Ok...I figured I could do a quick post since I am here in the apartment by myself. LE SIGH had to work today. My original plans had been to come in tonight at 9:30ish but when I bought my tickets, it was approximately $70 dollars cheaper for me to spend an extra day here. So, of course I took it. :-)

Those of you that follow me on Twitter (and Facebook for the most part) were kept abreast of practically my every move, starting when I woke up way earlier than I had planned on waking up. And it didn't end until I got here. I had to keep myself occupied or I would have gone crazy counting the hours and minutes until I was finally here. :-)

I am glad I did the online check-in on Tuesday because the lines were a little ridiculous for a Wednesday morning, I thought. But all I had to do was drop my suitcase off at the luggage check-in and then stroll past the ticketing agents and customer service desks right back to security. That took a while to get through, though. Thankfully, most of the people at the airport were still on a Christmas high so they were all in jolly good spirits. My bag got chosen for a random check once we went though security. Because I look like your typical terrorist with my preppy white button up and my glasses, apparently.

At the Detroit airport, I found a nice corner tucked away from everyone where I could plug my phone in and get online. I had been able to experience wi-fi onboard the airplane and sent a couple updates from way up in the air which I thought was kind of nifty. Because I am easily pleased. Finally, the plane that would be taking me to Ithaca arrived at the gate. I do believe it was the smalelst plane I have ever been on. I am spoiled to the LARGE palnes that cart me back and forth between Atlanta and Dallas. This was definitely NOT one of those. It was 2 seats on each side - and maybe 25 seats long. There was only 1 flight attendant. Totally new experience for me, but not bad at all.

Alas, I finally mmade it to Ithaca. TEN MINUTES EARLIER THAN EXPECTED, ALSO!!! So great. And then...I got nervous. What if this? What if that? But, I quickly got rid of those Waht If little buggers. They were utter and complete nonsense and didn't belong anywhere in my head. When I walked into the airport (we had to exit the plane via the stairs and then walk inTO the airport) I started scanning the "crowd" for my Le Sigh. AND THERE SHE WAS. Right where she said she would be. Right within my line of sight. It took everything I had not to be THAT GIRL and run and jump in to her arms. But, I held it together. I did squeal just an itty bitty bit. When I finally made it to where she was standing (all 200 feet away from where Iwas when I initially saw her) she just grabbed me and hugged me and held me there. It was A-MAZ-ING!!!

We spent a lovely evening together. Just being TOGETHER! We had dinner at a little cafe. We drove around town. We went to her place of business. It was nice and calming and fun. :-) We even fell asleep way early like 9 or so, I think. For once, I didn't even look at the clock or have the need to know what time it was.

And right now???? Oh yeah - it is snowing. A very light, small, beautiful snow.

Here are some pictures for you to enjoy for now. They are all camera phone pictures, but still enjoyable.

Me - looking like your typical terrorist wack-o.

The view of the street from Le Sigh's front door

The view of the back from the front. (heheheh that sounds kinda dirty)

The very small plane that flew me from Detroit to Ithaca,

The big long tunnel between concourses at the Detroit airport.

The view from the sky halfway between Atlanta and Detroit.

The had she bought me and had in her hands when she picked me up from the airport.



You're only a day awwwwaaayyyyyy (AKA know as Le Sigh, Part 3)

It's here. It's here. IT'S HERE!!!!

Tomorrow I leave. I can not believe the countdown is pretty much over.

I am really "leaving....on a jet plane..." tomorrow morning.

I still have to find a way to pack my shoes. And my toiletries. And my camera. And my spiced tea from my best friend in the whole wide world (TOBY-Boby). The big suitcase is packed. Lots of sweaters and sweatshirts and tights and jeans and pants. I almost forgot socks - but I got them. I almost forgot pajammies, but I got them, also.

Tonightm I am getting my hair done. Last night, I painted my nails. I like them. They are girly and cute. :-)
I have decided what I am wearing tomorrow. Well, thats a lie. I think I have decided. I know what shirt, and what underclothes, and what shoes....but as for what I am wearing on my legs...on the lower half of my body...I am not sure yet. Dress slacks? Jeans? Long skirt? We shall see. I should probably decide that in the next TWELVE HOURS!!! And I already told her, my wonderful amazing beautiful LE SIGH that I am not going to tell her what I am wearing. I am not going to send her a picture (like I do most mornings). She will have to be surprised when she finally sees me at THREE P.M.!!!!!

So, here is the itinerary for the next 28 hours (only twenty eight am so amazed). Work Work Work (or at least try to). Off at 4:30. Find a ride home (still have not found my car key so I am still car-less). Get hair done in comfy of my own home (5:30 ish). Pack shoes and cameras and tea and cookies and other last minute stuff (8 or 9 ish). Bathing/relaxing/shaving - try to decide what I will wear on my bottom half the next day (9ish). Le Sigh phone convo (10ish). Sleep (11ish). Wake up @ 5:30 a.m. Out of the house and at the airport by 6:30. Flight at 8:50 to Detroit. 2.5 hour layover (kinda scary - never had a layover before). Flight at 1:30 to Ithaca. LAND IN ITHACA AT 2:54 PM!!!! And from there...I don't even know. I imagine squealing and crying and laughing (that's just me I am talking about).

That's all she wrote folks. Thats all I know. All I can think about. All I can talk about. (In case you haven't noticed.)

OH OH OH - (not to be confused with Ho Ho Ho because that is over with thank goodness) - I didn't tell you THREE important things.

1. - I got a totally awesome Christmas present. My awesome girlfriend (that just sounds soooo great) got me an MP3 player. And it's...PINK!!! came loaded with more than 100 awesome songs. Some of my favorite songs. Some of her favorite songs. It is so awesome. And did I mention, PINK???? *SQUEAL*
2. - She told her mother I am coming out there and that I am important and that she likes me. And her mother took it fairly well. She will probably have questions. And be judge-y. But
my Le Sigh is an only child and she has been through a lot of hurt, as we all have. And Momma is protective.

3. - I told MY mother about HER! And my mother took it VERY well. She had not had questions yet. She actually is the one who started the conversation. She said, "You know...with all the problems you have had with the men in your relationships....there are OTHER options out there." My response was, "Why do you think I am going to New York, Mother?" Her response was, "Oh. OH. Well, I thought maybe. But I didn't want to ask you outright and directly." And that was that. I am sure there will be more questions. Whatever. This is the earliest she has ever been informed of a relationship that I am in. She is probably just giddy. And a litlte shocked. She will get over it.

OK - THAT is it. Talk to you guys....later. Check in on Twitter. That will probably be the MAIN place I update until I get back. :-) I may do an update on Thursday because Le Sigh has to go to work. But we will see.



UGH I am such a girl!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

SOOOOOO...YEAH!!! You know the song from Rudolph, "Why am I such a misfit?I am not just a nitwit." That is definitely NOT how I felt this last week or so. I was definitely NOT loving THIS POST by my awesome bloggy friend, Marymac. I am not (really I am not) feeling unloved. I have just felt kinda like....I didn't work hard enough to earn it. This love has just fallen in my lap. I have not questioned it and wondered when someone was going to jump out and say, "Just kidding, dude!"

I have not been a super emotional mess this week while Aunt Flo has been in town. I have not been in tears more than once this week. I did not get my feelings hurt by stupid things that would have normally rolled right off my back.

My daughter did not get the coolest stuff for Christmas, mostly from my friends and her daddy. I was not the sensible mother that got her a bookshelf for her multitudes of books. And I also was not the mother who was chastised by the father of her child for not knowing how to buy presents. Whatever. I was not hurt by this. Mostly because I do NOT know that he is an insensitive (*#&&$%^$# sometimes and that there is a reason we are EXes. But, whatever.

I did not make the most awesomely delicious Snickerdoodles on Christmas Day. I did not make them after food was ready. And after we had already started eating. I did not do this because I realized I had not planned out desser because I was too busy hunting down a recipe for my Grandmother's cornbread dressing. That I did not ask my mother to send me the week prior. Three times.

And last...but definitely not least. In case you have been under a rock somewhere....I am not at all excited about the very fact that I ONLY HAVHE FORTY EIGHT HOURS UNTIL I AM IN ITHACA!!!! With the woman that I have fallen fast and hard for. With Le Sigh. For seven days. *SIGH*



Christmas meme

A Christmas Meme

My awesome bloggy friend over at The Wannabe WAHM tagged me in this Christmas meme.

Have you started your Christmas shopping?
No...I am such a put offer when it comes to shopping for Christmas any kinds of presents. I hate to keep secrets and I get all excited about the presents and I want to see them opened right away. I just wait to shop.

Tell me about one of your special traditions.
We open one {FAMILY} present Christmas eve after dinner. We can choose whichever one it is...but we get to open one. A sort of preview for the next day's events.

Are you a Black Friday Shopper?
No way. I was in retail for 9 years. Kinda turned me off to Black Friday shopping.

When do you put up your Tree?
I actually just put it up. I have never really been THAT into putting the tree up.

Do you Travel at Christmas or Stay home?
I have stayed home every year but last year when I finally got to go home - since I am no longer working retail

What is your funniest Christmas memory?
Going to Luby's for dinner with the boyfriend and then going over to my grandmother's house. She had said she wasn't cooking and she ended up cooking a whole big spread. We HAD to eat. Couldn't tell her we had already gorged ourselves at the restaurant. I thought my stomach was going to EXPLODE!!!

What is your favorite Christmas Movie of All time?
How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Do you do your own Christmas Baking, what’s your favorite treat?
I DO my own baking. But my favorite treat was my great grandmother's peanut butter fudge. I make it now. But it is not the same.

Fake or Real Tree?
Makes no difference to me, but I have a fake one right now.

What day (as a mom) does the actual panic set in to get it all done?
I don't really panic. I like the last minute stress. And I work too much to panic.

Are you still wrapping presents on Christmas Eve?

What is your favorite family fun time at Christmas?
Making the cookie gift bags

What Christmas craft do you like the best?
I am not crafty. I leave that to other people

Christmas music. Yes or No, and if yes What is your favorite song?
Yes - for two weeks before Christmas. I can only tolerate so much - again - I believe this comes from working retail for 9 years. Christmas music would sometimes starts after Halloween. I love 'O, Holy Night' and 'I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas'

When do you plan to finish all your shopping?
After Christmas for the people that I have to mail to



Le Sigh - Part 2

And our princess knew that it HAD TO BE that night....

So, she totally pulled a stalker move and looked up our heroine's FB page to see if she had her phone number listed. AND SHE DID! So...our princess thought of something witty to say to keep her from looking like the stalker she was. She wrote a text message. She deleted it. She wrote another text message. She deleted it. She wrote another text message...reread it...changed one or two words...and hit SEND before she could change her mind. The text message read something along the lines of, "I told you I like to make the first move..." And then...she waited. But thank goodness, the heroine in this story is pretty awesome and she texted back. And she knew it was our princess texting. They texted back and forth for a little bit, but our princess had her own princess to tend to - and that little girl demanded dinner. And we had cake balls to make for the Halloween dessert table at work the next day.

That night, as our princess was putting the finishing touches on the Halloween cake balls and cleaning up, her phone rang. At 10:30 pm on 10/30. It said LE SIGH (actually, it said our heroine's name)! Our princess squealed with delight. Then her stomach got all flip floppy. Then she did a little happy dance. Then she realized she should probably answer the phone. And in her steadiest, most-nonchalant, and least GIRLIE SQUEALY voice, she began the conversation that would set the precedence for the next 100 HOURS OF TALK TIME!!!

That, friends (and I totally consider you all friends, IRL or Bleeps), is the story of how LE SIGH came into my life. But the reason she is still in my life...well they are numerous.

Le Sigh thinks that I am incredible. She calls me just to tell me that she thinks that I am amazing. She gets me. I feel important. I feel special. I feel passion. She wants every definition of the word. She is affectionate. She is very intense. She laughs. She makes me smile. When she calls, my stomach gets all flip floppy. She listens to me whine and complain. She tells me I am pretty and I believe it. I accept it as truth. Sometimes it feels as if someone gave her the Cliff Notes version of the Charisse Jones manual. She is smart. And funny.

There is nothing we haven't talked about. There is nothing that I have said that I have worried about it offending her. I feel so very comfortable with her. There hasn't been an awkward silence from the first day that we started speaking. Not to say that there are not silences, but they are not awkward. They are nice and comforting and consoling.

The only down side about Le Sigh...she lives 900 miles away. In New York. NEW YORK!!! But...even that is not a big deal. It doesn't feel like a big deal. We drove to "meet" each other recently. I was so worried that there would be an awkwardness to the meeting. There was none. I was concerned that there would be no physical spark despite the mental and emotional attraction that was there. There was definitely a physical attraction. The first words out of her mouth when I made it there (2:40 in the AM) were something about how beautiful I was. After an 8 hour drive, in the rain, and getting a speeding ticket, no one is beautiful. But she thought I was.

I am so happy. I have been keeping this to myself for nearly two months now. It has been so tough. But I didn't want to take the risk that it was just a fleeting thing or that it was too good to be true. I was afraid that if I actually wrote it all out, I would wake up and it would all have been a dream. But - I know now that is not going to happen. This is true. And it is real. And it is...intense. And I love it. I have never felt like this before. Ever.

I am going to New York in two weeks to spend a six days with her. TWO WEEKS!!! I can not believe it. It is going to be so fun. And amazing. And new. And exciting. And just....GREAT!!!

On that note...I am going to bed. I just had to finish this and get it out and "on paper" and written down. I have never felt emotions and feelings this deeply before. I have to tell you, I love this girl, Jennifer. *LE SIGH*




If you have talked to me (or read me) at all in the last month, you may have "heard" mention of something/someone called Le Sigh. And you may be wondering what exactly Le Sigh means or stands for. Well...Le Sigh is called such because of my awesome friend, Lona. She looooves the fact that she is Cajun. Everything is LE descriptive with her. And it’s cute. J So, when this amazing person came into my life it seemed only right to describe the feeling as Le Sigh when telling her how I was feeling.

Soooo...where to start...When we last left our princess,s you were told that she had finally OFFICIALLY informed the (now ex) RH that they were obviously not going to make it to the other side of this separation as one cohesive couple. What you weren't told was that her heart was not broken. What you weren't told was that it was very amicable and that our princess let him believe that it was his idea.

The reason our princess did not lounge about with a broken heart was because she had come to the realization quite some time before that she and he would not work. She had finally recognized that he needed her to be way less of the things that she needed him to be way more of. Part of the reason she had been able to accept this so easily was because of an incredible woman she had "met" recently.

Our princess met this story's heroine (not the drug - but perhaps just as intense) through a mutual friend. At first, there was innocent flirting. There were innuendos and insinuations and invitations (I think the 'i's have it) aplenty. Then, one night (Oct 28 for those interested in keeping track), our princess saw that our heroine was having a bad day. So, our princess decided to make a move. She contacted the heroine DIRECTLY. And they chatted for hours until neither our princess nor our heroine could keep their eyes open. They talked about their day, their lives, their friends, their lovers. No topic was off limits. There was no awkward silence. There was just good conversation. The kind that our princess longed for. The kind she had been starving for. The kind of conversation that makes you want to hug the other party and say, "Thank you so much for being my dancing partner tonight. Lets do it again sometime soon."

The next day our princess could not shake her conversation w our lovely heroine. She could not believe they had chatted for sooo long. She could not believe how many viewpoints they shared. She could not comprehend the fact that the conversation had not stopped, not once, through the entire chat. The only thing that our princess was sure of was that she HAD TO speak to our heroine again. And our princess knew that it HAD TO BE that night....

Stay tuned for more. It is late. I want to remember these events. I want to hold on to them. But I know that I will feel so much....MORE...if I just write it all down. Its how I work. So, goodnight for now.



Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

This has NOT been a crazy/amazing/confusing/intense week.

This is the week of MomFail at my house. Let me tell you exactly what I mean.

I did not let Lorelli have popcorn and chips and salsa for dinner one night. This is what she asked for and what she was wanting. I,of course, make sure she has a very well balanced meal for dinner every single night. Two veggies, a starch, and some sort of protein are required and always present at our table.

I did not send my daughter to the babysitters in shoes with no socks because there no clean socks to be had. I am always on top of the laundry. You would know this if you read my blog on a regular basis. And I, of course, set out her clothes the night before which OBVIOUSLY led me to the realization that she had no clean socks. Which then IMMEDIATELY prompted me to don my Suzy Homemaker hat and throw some laundry in the wash.

While at the grocery store this week I did not threaten to break all of my daughters fingers offf if she could not keep her hands off of things on the shelves. I have infinite storws of patience and would never let a busy day at work carry over into my personal life. Especially not onto the angelic being that God has so blessed my life with.

I also did not tell Lorelli, a mere 2 days later, that if she didn't straighten up I was going to leave her at the devil store and let the nice couple right there in the chip aisle take her home with them.

And, last but not least by ANY means...I did not get scolded by my crying child becauseI most assuredly did not snatch the grocery sack from her hands and push her out of the way because she was whiny and crying and not putting away the vegetables like I had asked her to. She did not tell me through her big tears, "You are not supposed to push me, Mommy. You are just supposed to say please move and I will just move for you."



Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

So....I have NOT been putting off blogging because I stare at a stinking computer screen for the better part of 8 hours a day and it KILLS my eyeballs. I love blogging. I love sharing my life with you whether you are interested or not.

I have NOT lost another couple pounds and am not down TWENTY NINE POUNDS from June. This does not excite me in the least little bit at all. Nope. Not me. This is not me then (left) and now (right).

I am not super excited about buying tickets to go to New York for New Year's. I am not (really - I am not) going to the big city for the holiday. I will be in Ithaca which houses Cornell University. I will be enjoying some beautiful snow. I will be looking at some natural waterfalls. I will be visiting the beautiful campus. Nope...not excited.

I have NOT been working my BEHIND off. My last day off work was NOT Thanksgiving day. I have not enjoyed the paychecks. I have not used every extra dollar for cool fun stuff.

I did NOT get to meet MCKMAMA!!!! When she was in Atlanta I DID NOT take Lorelli to a photo shoot with MckMama. And she is NOT anywhere near as awesome as she seems in blogland. She is SOOO much cooler. And I am nto eaiting {ever so} patiently for the pictures to come in (hopefully in the next couple days). I do NOT have photographic evidence of said meeting.

I did not freak out when I read MckMama's blog about the photo shoot and saw that MY BABY'S PHOTO was the first one she posted. :-) I did not get tears in my eyes. Nor Tweet about it. Nor Facebook about it. Not me. That would crazy. And a little obsessed. I am just saying.

Also....I have not spent nearly ONE HUNDRED HOURS on the phone in less than a month. Who talks that much? And uses enarly 5k texts? On one cell phone bill? Me that's who. Who have I been talking to? Hmmm.....LE SIGH!!! This is not a picture of beautiful roses purchased for me and given to me by afore mentioned person.

OK...stay tuned for more info. There is more coming later. I promise. But I am tired and must get to bed.