Well, friends.. Despite my greatest efforts, I have yet to scare this one off. This love train is chugging along, and I can't believe how perfect this man is for me. And yet so completely different from me at the same time. I am a night owl and he "naturally" wakes up everyday at 5 AM, which by the way I am still trying to grasp the concept of. I am easy breezy, and he is a fancy pants. He goes to the gym 2-3 times a day, and I am content with taking my dogs on a 30-minute walk maybe 2 or 3 times a week. I am notoriously late, and he is ALWAYS on time. Sometimes I feel like he is the one in the relationship with the biological clock.. every hour of the day is perfectly planned out in his head and he just goes goes goes, and I can't even seem to finish my to-do list from last year. And then there's that one little detail, I am youngish, and well, he is not..ish. We are the present day version of Paula Abdul and that little cartoon cat in the "Opposites Attract" video.
Sing it with me, "two steps forward.. I take two steps back.. we go together cause opposites attract, and you know.. it ain't fiction just a natural fact.. dodododooo.."
I really wonder sometimes how we make it work so easily, and then there are times when I can't believe I found someone just like me. Like when he calls to say, "Glee is on tonight.. don't start it without me." Or when we laugh so hard about the same stupid joke. Or when he calls after his kid's game, and I call after my nephew's and we brag about how great they did. Or when we are sharing a cheese platter and are both upset with the tiny amount of bread they give you. Or while he is driving and "Baby got Back" or some other silly song is blaring, he calls to sing it to me and then says, "you should have seen my moves right now... so awesome". Or when we both drink carrot juice and think it tastes just like dessert. Or my favorite, when he calls and says "I love you... Just wanted you to know" cause I was thinking the same thing at that same moment.
We go together, its simple as that.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
GrumpyPants
So, I think its pretty safe to say, My brother and I are not meshing well these days. Me being the easy, breezy baby sister, and him being the grumpy, overprotective big brother doesn't bode well for us, it seems. But today I saw something so perfect that I had to share. Grumpypants is getting married in October and I came across his engagement pictures and as I was looking through them tears started welling up in my eyes. Because my brother looks so stinkin' happy. And I haven't seen that smile, or laugh in so long. And it makes me so happy that he has someone that makes him so happy, and a perfect little boy to brighten his days. We all hoped and prayed that this day would come. And here it is. So, so happy.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Do yourself a favor..
READ THIS BOOK.
Partly because it made me laugh out loud in the aisle of Target. Partly because it had me laughing out loud in bed till 1:30 am. But mostly because, after reading, I am pretty sure me and Tina Fey are actually the same person. And I'm kinda freaking out.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Yesterday
So, I think its safe to say I have entered uncharted territory here. I've had my fair share of experiences with men, but this newest one has thrown me for quite a loop. In the best way possible. But still, I have found myself saying and doing things I've never thought possible.
Case in point: Mr. Wonderful had a Crew Competition in San Diego this past weekend, so he was going to be out of town. Didn't think it would affect me, especially since we are in the newest stages of our relationship. (By George! Did I just say a relationship?! Stop the presses! Ha ha ha...) I was busy at work dealing with the mad crowds for March Madness so it wasn't like I would have time to see him anyway. But when the only thing I heard from him all weekend was a text that said "Thanks, xo"... I was annoyed. Okay, so annoyed isn't the word I'm looking for. I freaked. Freaked my mother freaking freak, as Ellen would say. I started second guessing everything. His feelings. My feelings. The fact that I actually had feelings. I was a mess. And while all this was going on, there was a teeny tiny part of my brain, or sanity, that said "Jamie, relax.. maybe he's really busy actually doing stuff. Maybe his phone isn't working. And most importantly, maybe you shouldn't freak out over a guy you've been seeing for a week."
My mom didn't help matters at all. She is the Negative Nancy, or as I call her, the Eeyore of the bunch, to put a damper on things. Saying things like "I'm just not sure how I feel about him going out of town so soon in your relationship. I mean, you've never seen his house. Or know where he lives. He could be married!" Or my personal favorite, "I just hope nothing happens to him before you guys can get serious." So when I heard nothing all weekend, I thought the worse. Mama brainwashed me into thinking he was either knocked overboard and floating out to sea, or having a rendezvous with his wife in some swanky hotel.
So Monday morning comes, I'm beyond irritated. I have a breakfast date with my Grandma, Aunts and Cousins who are all waiting eagerly to hear about my new love. And the last thing I want to talk about is him. I give them the short version that leaves them feeling unsettled, and not the detailed versions that I had given others that left them feeling elated.
And then, as if my day couldn't get any worse. I'm driving back from breakfast with my cousin, and I hear a loud noise and then a weird banging noise as I drive. I thought my tire exploded or I killed something. But it turned out it was just a huge bolt in my tire. Yes, friends, a bolt. And this tire being the one I purchased maybe two months ago. So I was more than excited to maybe have to buy a new one. And then, who decides to call at that very moment I am pulling over to the side of the road? Yep. Him. Mr. Wonderful who has been M.I.A for the last three days. Seeeeriously. What are the odds?
So instead of questioning the "Houdini Act" we are now discussing tires. I don't know if he sensed the tension in my voice, or maybe he thought it was tension over the bolt, and not him. But I was still irritated. Clearly. And later on in the day, when we finally had a chance to talk I was too drained to even make an issue about it. He apologized for not calling at all cause his phone literally died, as in permanently. And I brushed it off and said, "Oh, no worries. Its fine." And even as the words were coming out of my mouth, I couldn't believe I was saying it.
So then cut to me hours later at work. I'm in the kitchen when one of my coworkers says, "Your boyfriend is here." and my stomach jumps. I go out to see him, and am reminded instantly how much he drives me bonkers. His smile, his big strong hugs. The sweet way he can look at me, say a simple "Hi" and make me melt. Uhh.. big sappy mess. Insert fork. Done and done. I end up admitting to him I lied, and was not fine that he didn't call. That I actually was a basket case. And then I got nervous I said too much too soon. I mean, I went from a 5 year relationship where we never spoke of our feelings, to a week long one where I am having verbal diarrhea non-stop. Probably not the best of metaphors, but oh wells. And that's when he admitted to me that he got freaked out when I said I didn't care we didn't talk. Because he thought maybe he was more invested than I was. So it all ended up working out. We were there smiling and falling in love, all the while my tables that needed beverages, or maybe food or the check went unnoticed. Oopsies. It was incredibly hard to focus, friends. But I managed.
And I wish I could say that's where the story ended.. But this is me we are talking about here, so there is one last twist to this story.
Skip decided to pay me a visit last night as well. And where, out of ALL the tables in the restaurant do you think he sat?? Yep, directly in front of Mr. Wonderful's table. And to top it all off, he sat in the seat which allowed them to be facing each other at all times. I WISH I WAS MAKING THIS STUFF UP. My luck, I tell you. So Skip sees me talking to him, Mr. Wonderful sees me talking to Skip. Everybody sees everybody. And granted, the two of them don't know each other. Or even know how I know each of the other. But it was about to get really interesting.
I walk up to Mr. Wonderful to see how he's doing and he says, "I just sent you a text. I know you're working but I just had something on my mind.. I just see you at work, in your element, see you talking to different people and I just wonder why you don't date guys like that. You know, ones more your age." And then he motions towards Skip. (FYI.. Mr. Wonderful is a teeny, tiny (okay, lots) older than me.) I was stunned. Dumbfounded. Was this really happening to me?! I asked him if we were really gonna have this serious of a talk while I was bussing tables and serving beers. And he apologized, and told me that he really, likes me. Already cares about me so much, and wants nothing but the best for me. And I melted again. Because I can't remember a time when any guy I've dated, older or my age, ever treated me the way he does. And so I told him I've tried dating guys my age. And the truth is, they are retards, Skip included. Yes, he is adorable and kisses amazing, but he is all about the ladies and isn't settling down any time soon.
And to make matters worse, apparently he overheard Skip and his buddies talking. And they were of course talking about girls. So the next time I walk up to Mr. Wonderful, he is now enraged with Skip and his buddies for being disrespectful towards women. And is fighting the urge to say something and/or hit them in the face. So, I think its pretty safe to say I can never tell Mr. Wonderful about Mr. Skip.
At the end of the day (literally), it all worked itself out. Mr. Wonderful was able to calm down after a kiss or two, and is still wonderful. And Skip skipped himself out of my work and off to go meet some ladies. So everybody wins. Well, maybe not my tire. That little guy is a goner for sure.
Stay tuned my friends, life is sure getting interesting. ;)
Case in point: Mr. Wonderful had a Crew Competition in San Diego this past weekend, so he was going to be out of town. Didn't think it would affect me, especially since we are in the newest stages of our relationship. (By George! Did I just say a relationship?! Stop the presses! Ha ha ha...) I was busy at work dealing with the mad crowds for March Madness so it wasn't like I would have time to see him anyway. But when the only thing I heard from him all weekend was a text that said "Thanks, xo"... I was annoyed. Okay, so annoyed isn't the word I'm looking for. I freaked. Freaked my mother freaking freak, as Ellen would say. I started second guessing everything. His feelings. My feelings. The fact that I actually had feelings. I was a mess. And while all this was going on, there was a teeny tiny part of my brain, or sanity, that said "Jamie, relax.. maybe he's really busy actually doing stuff. Maybe his phone isn't working. And most importantly, maybe you shouldn't freak out over a guy you've been seeing for a week."
My mom didn't help matters at all. She is the Negative Nancy, or as I call her, the Eeyore of the bunch, to put a damper on things. Saying things like "I'm just not sure how I feel about him going out of town so soon in your relationship. I mean, you've never seen his house. Or know where he lives. He could be married!" Or my personal favorite, "I just hope nothing happens to him before you guys can get serious." So when I heard nothing all weekend, I thought the worse. Mama brainwashed me into thinking he was either knocked overboard and floating out to sea, or having a rendezvous with his wife in some swanky hotel.
So Monday morning comes, I'm beyond irritated. I have a breakfast date with my Grandma, Aunts and Cousins who are all waiting eagerly to hear about my new love. And the last thing I want to talk about is him. I give them the short version that leaves them feeling unsettled, and not the detailed versions that I had given others that left them feeling elated.
And then, as if my day couldn't get any worse. I'm driving back from breakfast with my cousin, and I hear a loud noise and then a weird banging noise as I drive. I thought my tire exploded or I killed something. But it turned out it was just a huge bolt in my tire. Yes, friends, a bolt. And this tire being the one I purchased maybe two months ago. So I was more than excited to maybe have to buy a new one. And then, who decides to call at that very moment I am pulling over to the side of the road? Yep. Him. Mr. Wonderful who has been M.I.A for the last three days. Seeeeriously. What are the odds?
So instead of questioning the "Houdini Act" we are now discussing tires. I don't know if he sensed the tension in my voice, or maybe he thought it was tension over the bolt, and not him. But I was still irritated. Clearly. And later on in the day, when we finally had a chance to talk I was too drained to even make an issue about it. He apologized for not calling at all cause his phone literally died, as in permanently. And I brushed it off and said, "Oh, no worries. Its fine." And even as the words were coming out of my mouth, I couldn't believe I was saying it.
So then cut to me hours later at work. I'm in the kitchen when one of my coworkers says, "Your boyfriend is here." and my stomach jumps. I go out to see him, and am reminded instantly how much he drives me bonkers. His smile, his big strong hugs. The sweet way he can look at me, say a simple "Hi" and make me melt. Uhh.. big sappy mess. Insert fork. Done and done. I end up admitting to him I lied, and was not fine that he didn't call. That I actually was a basket case. And then I got nervous I said too much too soon. I mean, I went from a 5 year relationship where we never spoke of our feelings, to a week long one where I am having verbal diarrhea non-stop. Probably not the best of metaphors, but oh wells. And that's when he admitted to me that he got freaked out when I said I didn't care we didn't talk. Because he thought maybe he was more invested than I was. So it all ended up working out. We were there smiling and falling in love, all the while my tables that needed beverages, or maybe food or the check went unnoticed. Oopsies. It was incredibly hard to focus, friends. But I managed.
And I wish I could say that's where the story ended.. But this is me we are talking about here, so there is one last twist to this story.
Skip decided to pay me a visit last night as well. And where, out of ALL the tables in the restaurant do you think he sat?? Yep, directly in front of Mr. Wonderful's table. And to top it all off, he sat in the seat which allowed them to be facing each other at all times. I WISH I WAS MAKING THIS STUFF UP. My luck, I tell you. So Skip sees me talking to him, Mr. Wonderful sees me talking to Skip. Everybody sees everybody. And granted, the two of them don't know each other. Or even know how I know each of the other. But it was about to get really interesting.
I walk up to Mr. Wonderful to see how he's doing and he says, "I just sent you a text. I know you're working but I just had something on my mind.. I just see you at work, in your element, see you talking to different people and I just wonder why you don't date guys like that. You know, ones more your age." And then he motions towards Skip. (FYI.. Mr. Wonderful is a teeny, tiny (okay, lots) older than me.) I was stunned. Dumbfounded. Was this really happening to me?! I asked him if we were really gonna have this serious of a talk while I was bussing tables and serving beers. And he apologized, and told me that he really, likes me. Already cares about me so much, and wants nothing but the best for me. And I melted again. Because I can't remember a time when any guy I've dated, older or my age, ever treated me the way he does. And so I told him I've tried dating guys my age. And the truth is, they are retards, Skip included. Yes, he is adorable and kisses amazing, but he is all about the ladies and isn't settling down any time soon.
And to make matters worse, apparently he overheard Skip and his buddies talking. And they were of course talking about girls. So the next time I walk up to Mr. Wonderful, he is now enraged with Skip and his buddies for being disrespectful towards women. And is fighting the urge to say something and/or hit them in the face. So, I think its pretty safe to say I can never tell Mr. Wonderful about Mr. Skip.
At the end of the day (literally), it all worked itself out. Mr. Wonderful was able to calm down after a kiss or two, and is still wonderful. And Skip skipped himself out of my work and off to go meet some ladies. So everybody wins. Well, maybe not my tire. That little guy is a goner for sure.
Stay tuned my friends, life is sure getting interesting. ;)
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Perfection.
I've been sitting here staring at a blank screen for seven minutes now.. I have so much to say. But I'm so scared to say it. I don't want to jinx anything. But at the same time, I don't know how it could be jinxed. Cause he's perfect.
He is a man. A handsome, and sexy man. He works hard. He is generous. He is thoughtful. He is respectful. He opens doors. And walks me to my car. And after we say goodbye, he calls me two seconds later just to say hello. He is a father, and will talk endlessly about how great his kids are. He'll never miss one of his kids games, and last night he took his daughter to dinner. Just the two of them. He is kind. He is funny. He is humble. He goes to church every sunday, and to his nephews soccer games. He is a man. A real man.
And by some miracle, or act of God, this man likes me. He gets me. He thinks I'm a "10", and a Cover Girl, and "loves to hang out with me". And the other day, I thought I hurt myself during my "spring cleaning extravaganza", he called me and texted me to see if I was okay, cause he was genuinely worried about me. And then he calls to say goodnight.
Tonight we have our first official date, and I'm trying not to freak out. But all I can think about is if he's gonna kiss me. Cause once that happens, its all over.
Stick a fork in me, friends. I am Done.
He is a man. A handsome, and sexy man. He works hard. He is generous. He is thoughtful. He is respectful. He opens doors. And walks me to my car. And after we say goodbye, he calls me two seconds later just to say hello. He is a father, and will talk endlessly about how great his kids are. He'll never miss one of his kids games, and last night he took his daughter to dinner. Just the two of them. He is kind. He is funny. He is humble. He goes to church every sunday, and to his nephews soccer games. He is a man. A real man.
And by some miracle, or act of God, this man likes me. He gets me. He thinks I'm a "10", and a Cover Girl, and "loves to hang out with me". And the other day, I thought I hurt myself during my "spring cleaning extravaganza", he called me and texted me to see if I was okay, cause he was genuinely worried about me. And then he calls to say goodnight.
Tonight we have our first official date, and I'm trying not to freak out. But all I can think about is if he's gonna kiss me. Cause once that happens, its all over.
Stick a fork in me, friends. I am Done.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
DIBS!!
So, my friends.. I am in trouble. Again. Or still. I can't keep track anymore.
Granted I told myself I was "40-50 % single" over the last five years, now I am taking advantage of the new "100% single" me and I feel like a fat kid in an all-you-can-eat cake shop. I'm pretty sure I have whiplash from all the guys making my head turn. And I'm pretty sure I have called "Dibs" on every attractive, single male that has stepped foot inside my work, or better yet, on this planet.
Here are a select few:
Ryan Gosling- Okay, so I don't think it was necessary to call "Dibs" on him because it is pretty clear that he is my soulmate. I mean, hello, he has a Disneyland pass and is obsessed with wearing Onesie pajamas. Plus he's been known to date quirky brunettes. Seriously, you can't fight fate.
Jake Gyllenhall- Or however you spell his last name... mostly because he looks like he'd be a really good kisser. And next to wearing onesies at Disneyland, kissing is one of my favorite pastimes.
Damon from Vampire Diaries- Because he is my most favorite vampire. Better yet, I call "Dibs" on all the guys on Vampire Diaries. Yep. I said it.
John, the Pelican Pale guy- He is, in fact, a real person. And by real, I mean a person I have actually met. He comes into my work. Usually he sits by himself, or with some buddies. But never with a lady. I keep my distance because he is an older gentleman, and I am trying to rid myself of the Silver Foxes. But the other day as he was leaving, he walked by me while I was at the computer, gave me a little pat on the tush, and said "Bye baby.." and I lost all brain function. Dibs, dibs, dibs.
Hot Eugene- I know what you're thinking.. Hot Eugene? Oxymoron? Could someone with such a name be that hot? And the answer, my friends, is yes. Oh yes. Eugene works down the street from my work and whenever me and the girls from work go in there, he always greets me with a kiss on the cheek and a "Hi baby" and I melt. (I'm starting to sense a correlation with the word "baby" and a loss in brain function here...) Anyway, I always kept my distance because Eugene had a girlfriend, but the other day I received a text message from a friend that said "BTW Eugene is now SINGLE" and I freaked out. People at work thought maybe I won some sort of contest, or got a million dollar tip the way I was jumping up and down screaming.. But nope. Just a text and I was like a 13-year old girl who just met Justin Beiber. It was unreal.
Skip- Yep, as much as I try to fight it. There is just something about this guy that I can't shake. Could be that smile. Or his perfect kiss. Or how he likes to have cuddle parties. (Sigh..) So yeah, definite dibs on that one.
So there's a little insight to how I spend my days lately... After completing my "Jenny Craig for the Soul" and shedding 185 pounds of weight off my shoulders (also known as, The Captain), I have a bounce in my step and a flush in my cheeks. And it feels amazing!
This fat kid is calling "Dibs" on life... stay tuned for the details! :)
Granted I told myself I was "40-50 % single" over the last five years, now I am taking advantage of the new "100% single" me and I feel like a fat kid in an all-you-can-eat cake shop. I'm pretty sure I have whiplash from all the guys making my head turn. And I'm pretty sure I have called "Dibs" on every attractive, single male that has stepped foot inside my work, or better yet, on this planet.
Here are a select few:
Ryan Gosling- Okay, so I don't think it was necessary to call "Dibs" on him because it is pretty clear that he is my soulmate. I mean, hello, he has a Disneyland pass and is obsessed with wearing Onesie pajamas. Plus he's been known to date quirky brunettes. Seriously, you can't fight fate.
Jake Gyllenhall- Or however you spell his last name... mostly because he looks like he'd be a really good kisser. And next to wearing onesies at Disneyland, kissing is one of my favorite pastimes.
Damon from Vampire Diaries- Because he is my most favorite vampire. Better yet, I call "Dibs" on all the guys on Vampire Diaries. Yep. I said it.
John, the Pelican Pale guy- He is, in fact, a real person. And by real, I mean a person I have actually met. He comes into my work. Usually he sits by himself, or with some buddies. But never with a lady. I keep my distance because he is an older gentleman, and I am trying to rid myself of the Silver Foxes. But the other day as he was leaving, he walked by me while I was at the computer, gave me a little pat on the tush, and said "Bye baby.." and I lost all brain function. Dibs, dibs, dibs.
Hot Eugene- I know what you're thinking.. Hot Eugene? Oxymoron? Could someone with such a name be that hot? And the answer, my friends, is yes. Oh yes. Eugene works down the street from my work and whenever me and the girls from work go in there, he always greets me with a kiss on the cheek and a "Hi baby" and I melt. (I'm starting to sense a correlation with the word "baby" and a loss in brain function here...) Anyway, I always kept my distance because Eugene had a girlfriend, but the other day I received a text message from a friend that said "BTW Eugene is now SINGLE" and I freaked out. People at work thought maybe I won some sort of contest, or got a million dollar tip the way I was jumping up and down screaming.. But nope. Just a text and I was like a 13-year old girl who just met Justin Beiber. It was unreal.
Skip- Yep, as much as I try to fight it. There is just something about this guy that I can't shake. Could be that smile. Or his perfect kiss. Or how he likes to have cuddle parties. (Sigh..) So yeah, definite dibs on that one.
So there's a little insight to how I spend my days lately... After completing my "Jenny Craig for the Soul" and shedding 185 pounds of weight off my shoulders (also known as, The Captain), I have a bounce in my step and a flush in my cheeks. And it feels amazing!
This fat kid is calling "Dibs" on life... stay tuned for the details! :)
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