Let me back up a little bit -- we were good friends during my bible thumping years -- so circa 1996. Some of the girls I was friends with then -- wanted the first kiss of their lives to be on their wedding day -- and by 1996 -- I was way past the kissing stage - without being a full fledged "whore in the eyes of the lord" But you know -- I'd been kissed -- and in places that would freighten fish. So I never understood this -- chastity bit -- well this extreme version but alas accepted it as one of their foolish girlhood ideals -- and would gush about kissing boys and make them covet my life experiences at the teenage hormone stage -- while they held onto their bibles in the self righteous way that uber catholics do. I eventually let go of the bible -- put on a shelf as an excellent story book.
I've somehow side stepped... sorry (randomness is part of my stylistic preference.) So we'll call this friend Agatha --a good virginal name don't you think? Anyways Agatha -- is 26, lives in the metro area -- and has never kissed a guy. She's smart and funny - and normal looking - she is no longer waiting for marriage for her first kiss - but now she is being so selective about it -- it's a little ridiculous. I mean -- she's never had a relationship - experienced kissing - let along physical intimacy -- or just pure sexual gratification. What about the saying you have to kiss a lot of frogs?
I think in this delay she has missed out on a big part of life -- I pity her -- and yet -- she claims that God will choose for her the time it right to kiss a guy. And that God's love is more important than a fleeting moment kissing someone. Barf. I'm sorry- get on with it already. You can't understand love until you have a couple of heartaches - a couple of bad kissers sticking their tongues up your nose or being over active in the salvia department- or acheive at minimum an orgasm. Purity taken to this level is just bullshit on top of bullshit - on top of the sacred cowshit.
I don't know what's worse -- that she is living like this -- all naive - or that she is praised for it by others - I can understand people with religous convictions that withold from sex -- but kissing -- gimme a break.
So -- I've been pretty bad about getting rid of clutter in my bedroom -- it's building up actually.
The plan is to attack it this weekend -- but as you can see -- I'd rather write about it now, than actally do it...
I just haven't been in the mood -- I know shocking, I'll clean anyone elses mess but my own. I have 4 heaping laundry baskets and a couple random piles -- it's all clean, some is even folded -- I just want it to magically find it's way on to hangers and into drawers... but Tinkerbell or Mary Poppins is not coming to my rescue and so it sits -- and grows. Plus --- another part is that a lot of it doesn't fit -- it might be as little as 5 pounds from fitting -- or as much as 20 pounds from fitting -- and I'm sure there is a few pairs of pants that will never go past my knee caps again...
I can't part with it since I like it - and I'm hopefully that Mary Poppins or Tinkerbell will not only help me with my laundry but auto-transplant me to the gym and make me work out and stop me from buying tasty sweet or carbo-liscious treats.
I couldn't find the sheets I wanted to put on my bed so I had fleece sheets on... but then after a couple nights -- I realized hey It's spring now -- fleece sheets are not the proper bedding attire -- Miss Emily Post would be so pissed at me. So now -- I am equally taboo and have miss matched sheets... I think the other halves are buried somewhere under my laundry -- but alas I am not motivated to look that hard.
The garbage -- is also building up -- the floor has now become a drawer if you will -- empty tic tac boxes -- clothing tags from when I stocked up on polos for work -- hangers that landed on the floor and some how I didn't have the energy to pick them up at the time. Empty pregnancy test boxes from a couple monthes ago when I was in freak out mode just finally made it to the trash... my home made card crap -- who has time to make homemade cards? Well I do, if I wasn't so unmotivated to pick them up from the floor. Water color paper and paints and paintbrushes -- books I've finished reading take up a corner on the floor -- why I couldn't put them in the bookcase is they are leaning up against is beyond me, could be that my junk mail is taking over the bookcase -- I don't know why I save random solicitations... ads etc I probably meant to make a little pile of credit card offers and then shred them -- but I forgot... Laziness -- apathy to clutter? I'll just do it later -- it's my new motto -- diet coke cans get discgard weekly -- otherwise my room would be silver and reflective... not good.
I should also clean out the car- more diet coke cans there --- random directions floating around the seats - glove box and trunk -- with reciepts and empty packs of gum, cds that got tucked somewhere or are floating under seats with my snowbrush -- I think the snow brush can go in the trunk -- with the 20 pairs of shoes-- most of which are ones that hurt my feet or require a pedicure.
That's another thing -- I should go get a pedicure and manicure -- again too much work. I also need an eyebrow wax and to shave my legs --
So that's the goal this weekend -- to clean and get organized - get pretty-- but it might be a better idea to take a nap -- read a book -- watch grass grow -- anything but just get to it.
Well -- Date night with Dave has always been fun! But lately we're more about the quality of time together. Cooking together and watching tv -- then the end result is usually me squealing from being tickled.
The other night we tried this recipe Dave found in the paper -- the original recipe was from Gordon Ramsay's collection - It was supposed to be sticky chicken... and well it was good - but a little too done. Next time we will have to watch the heat settings.
I'm going a little domestic -- last night I made a simple dinner - tomato soup and grilled cheese - but Dave's likes bacon on his sandwhich -- I think I burnt the bacon -- opps and then the house filled up with smoke.. double oops. Then after dinner - I did the dishes and this morning I made his lunch. How prescious. Is it wrong that I get all giddy cleaning up and making lunches? Maybe a little bit. Yep, but it makes ridiculously happy.
We are tentatively planning to go to the Star Wars exhibit at the science museum -- no, we are not that nerdy -- but we do love the science museum. Ok, maybe we are nerdy - well I am anyways.
Ok - maybe I'll more entertaining stories later.
So It looks like I'm moving to Canada -- don't fret, what I mean is that I'm moving into the Canadian region at work -- so I'll get a cube on the dark side of the office -- get to brush up on my French and leave Texas behind.
I'm excited and apprehensive about the change -- but there is no use in fighting it- they'll just move me if they want to move me.
So wish me luck!
