A new year, a fresh start...

A wonderfully amazing kiss at midnight -- That is how my year began.

A good friend of mine introduced me to her half brother, Marshall, in October.  Since then, we've been talking on the phone, texting, sharing pics, laughs, struggles...  We became fast friends.  Marshall, who lives about 3 hours away, came here for New Years weekend.  I was nervous and excited to see him.  Excited because, well, I'm a girl and get excited about everything.  Nervous because I was hoping our ability to talk for hours would continue when we were face-to-face.  Sure enough, we are as communicably capable in person just as much as by techological gadgets.  Haha.

The weekend flew by so quickly.  Marshall, his sister, her friend, and I had a get together New Year's eve.  We played rummy for h o u r s.  Haha.  Love that game.  We also played Clue.  We didn't really watch much of Times Square, but when there was 45 seconds left of 2011, we all stood in front of the TV, counting down with millions across the east coast.  That kiss - wow.  I had never been kissed at midnight on New Year's before.  And that was an exceptional kiss among kisses..  **sigh**

The following Sunday, January 8, 2012, Marshall and I decided to commit to a relationship.  That's right ladies and gentlemen, I am a taken woman.  :e)

Only two weeks have passed.  We are still talking like crazy... He'll be moving here soon (YAY!).

Some tidbits about Marshall:

1. He has a pitbull/lab mix.  I'm a little concerned about how his dog will get along with my dog, but both of our dogs seem to get along well with other dogs, so... Hopefully all goes well with their first meeting.
2. Marshall is adopted.  :e)  Actually, he is a product of the system.  Being a foster care social worker, I was a little concerned about how his birth parents might view me... But, he has a wonderfully loving family.  His birth parents and adoptive parents are very supportive of Marshall... That's one of the best outcomes of an adoption.  So glad that Marshall has such a huge support system!
3. He is ex-army.  **drools**  I told him that being ex-military automatically puts him in the hott category.  Haha!  He is quite handsome...
4. He's a handyman.  Hehe.  He changed a lightbulb and told me why my kitchen faucet wasn't working quite right.  :-p
5. Marshall is a gamer.  Which is totally ok with me, cause he said he'd let me play, too. 
6. He is divorced...  His ex-wife lives in Montana...
7. And he has two children, who live with his ex-wife in Montana... Marshall will be getting the kids for the summer... I'm excited to meet them!!

There are many, many more things I could write about my Marshall... Haha.  But I really need to get back to work...

I was thinking about vlogging... What are your thoughts about vlogs?

I get to see Marshall this weekend!  Yay!!!

The Chilean Affair Continues, Maybe

Blast from the Past

I got a text last night that read, "Just so u know i never sent that txt my ex did u know i aint like that and ill have ur cash in a few weeks got a new job".

Ok, so the grammar/punctuation was pretty much nonexistant, but many ppl text like that... Whatever...  I did not have the number in my phone, BUT, I knew exactly who sent me the text...

Smokey.

I first met Smokey on February 15, 2008 at a comedy club...  He was working in the area as a contractor for this major company making crazy-good money...  I didn't even know he made crazy good money until he left... Lol.  **sigh**

Anyway, he got "let go" because he refused to do a drug test.  The night before he got "let go" he had been up all night snorting cocaine and smoking pot.  How did I manage to get myself invovled with a guy that was so -- different? Rebelious?  I don't really know what about him drew me to him, but was I suddenly swept into this fantasitical lifestyle of good food, fun people, great times...  But was it really all that great?

After Smokey got fired, he moved back home (which is a 16 hour drive).  I didn't hear from him for three YEARS!  In addition to being a land surveyor, Smokey writes his own music and has produced an album...  I (of course) "liked" his music page on fb.  He saw that I was a fan and sent me a friend request, which I (of course) accepted.  Anyway, after he sent me the friend request, I immediately messaged him and he immediately messaged me.  Haha.  I didn't have any hard feelings towards him (we were both so young when all that happened before).

So, the saga of Smokey and me continued...  We got back into talking nearly every night.  He talked about coming to visit me... And so he did.

That was a most wonderful four days of my life!  **drools**  Smokey drove the 16 hours (he should've flown - haha).  We talked for hours and hours.  Although we were both poor and we couldn't really go and do anything, we had such a good time!

Smokey went home and I started planning my next vacation that would take me 16 hrs away.  I saved my pennies, got a flight, and went on a 5 day vacation.  Because I didn't have to pay for a hotel, the trip itself was rather cheap.  And I absolutely fell in LOVE with his town/city!!  After I got back, we both knew that we'd have to save for a while before either of us would be making another trip.  He asked me to come back for 4th of July.  I wrestled with the request: my sister and brother-in-law and their kids were coming in (I hadn't seen them in 6 months), my grandparents were coming in (hadn't seen them in 6 months), and missionary friends were coming in (hadn't seen them in a few years).  I was ready to work out the details with Smokey when I received a text that said something to this effect: "I am back with my ex. Please don't text me anymore. Thanks."

My head was reeling!  I didn't know what to do, what to think.

I replied some angry/hurt reply...

Several months later, I was really hurting for some money.  Smokey actually owed me some cash, so I emailed him.  He claimed to have just lost his job (not for drug use -- tangent: actually, Smokey cleaned himself up during those three years.  Time with him was even more enjoyable since he wasn't preoccupied with getting his next fix.).  I believed him b/c the job market where he lives is unstable...

Yesterday I received that other text... And everything suddenly made sense.  Smokey called me, we talked for about a half an hour.  He told me that after his ex had sent that text, they fought for a couple days about it.  He said that I deserved so much better than a text about him getting back with her.  And, as he says, "Karma is a bitch." He found out she'd been cheating on him with several guys, so he dumped her -- again. (Why didn't he learn the first time?? *rolls eyes*)  Smokey talked about what had been going on, why he had gotten fired, the job he just got, etc.  He asked all kinds of questions about me...  **sigh**

I am having a very difficult time concentrating on my work (obviously).  I keep thinking of our respective vacations and all the things we've done together...  I find myself wanting slip back into fantastical life again...  But ooohh, I'm so much smarter than that, right?  16 hours is a heck of a commute. Lol.  The only way he and I could even begin to think about a "relationship" is if one of us relocated.  He has a great job and lives in a beautiful place.  I have (quite honestly) looked for jobs there for a long time (I love his town/city! I'd move there even if he and I were never going to be!) and haven't found anything.  I've applied, I've been considered, and then another candidate was selected... Blah.

So, yeah.  I'm just blogging about this so that maybe I can actually be productive at work today...

**sigh**

A Chilean Affair...

So I met this guy.  He's from Chile... Since I met this guy, I've been obsessed with him.  Goodness!  Idk what name to assign him... Let's call him Diego, although his real name is so much -- sexier, smarter, sensual... Mmmm!

Anyway... Diego and I met through a mutual friend.  Our mutual friend and I were out looking for a place to karoke (I do not karoke, but she wanted to -- so I went along for the laughs).  We went to my roommate's normal stomping ground and wa-la! Karoke night was happening.  Diego (ooohh how I want to use his real name!) was there as well.  He and our mutual friend caught up, made introductions, and so on and so forth.  Since then, Diego (ahhh!!) and I have run into each other a few times.  There was one night we stayed out talking til after 4am... **drools**

Diego, like I said, is Chilean.  He's fluent in Spanish (of course) and I'm loving his accent...  He practices a form of martial arts called Aikido.  He teaches/studies physics... He is handsome - gorgeous, really.  He's so smart and he's hilarious!

I have a feeling this thing that I may or may not be having with Diego is a Chilean affair of sorts.  While there is definite attraction, is there really any substance? Yes.  We do have great conversations... But, there is one conversation I have been avoiding like the plague with him...  I don't want to have the "religion" talk because if he does not share my faith, this - whatever it is - can go no further.  And I so want to keep exploring and finding new things about him to just "mmmm" about.  Haha!  Then again, perhaps he does share my faith... That would be way hott.  Lol.

Oh (name I really wanna say/type over and over again)!!  This is killing me!  I'm certainly lusting over this man.  This beautiful creature that God has placed in my path...  Can I resist? Will I do what is right?

I hope so.

Diego and I are having lunch sometime this week hopefully...  I'm excited about the lunch date.  Hopefully I'll broach the topic of faith...

:e)

Waiting...

Waiting is difficult for me.

I am currently waiting for two families to arrive at the office for panel night... Panel night is the last session in a series of a specific course during which prospective clients can ask current clients about the current client's experiences with the "process" and the agency and other aspects of the whole...thing.

I can't remember if I've revealed what it is that I now do... If not, that is okay, I will do so now.  I am a Foster Care Social Worker for a nonprofit agency.  The agency not only works with foster children and foster families, but also adoptive children and adoptive families.  There.

Ok.

So, I am waiting for these two families to arrive for panel night.  The course the families are required to complete a nine weeks, 27 hour class.  I am the trainer.  I am also the social worker for several children.  All this said, time is moving slowly right now.

Waiting, in general, is difficult for me.  I do not like to wait for food to cook in the morning, so I generally do not eat breakfast at home (although that would be much cheaper and healthier).  Also, I would rather not wake up 20 mins early so I can eat breakfast at home. Haha.  I do not like waiting in line at Wal-Mart.  Ugh!  I do not like checking myself out (b/c that is not only the job of the company - they are not paying me to check out my own items, nor do I get a discount for doing so, therefore, I feel I should not check out my own items - but also, self-checkouts takes jobs away from ppl. I'm being serious, too.  I was a cashier for many years.  I didn't particularly like the job most days, but I was certainly grateful the job was mine and that I had a paycheck and that my job wasn't taken away by customers checking themselves out.)

Where was I?  ......... Oh yeah.

I don't like waiting in line at Wal-Mart.  The Wal-Mart that is about 45 minutes from me is one of the busiest in the Eastern US.  Luckily, the Wal-Mart closest to me isn't all that busy very often.

Here are other circumstances in which I find myself disliking the wait:

• Security line at the airport
• Traffic
• Red light
• Phone calls (when I'm expecting one and the phone is NOT ringing... Oh my...)
• Emails, faxes, and text messages goes along with the phone calls...
• Doctor appointments (I get really nervous and wish the appointments could be set for a relatively "soon" date and not one three months away!)
• My period (longest wait EVER if it is late)

I feel as though this blog has been incredibly negative... So here is a list of circumstances in which I find myself liking the wait (or at least not disliking):

• Roller Coasters
• Planes (I actually like the anticipation of flying)
• Birthdays (the older I get, the longer I want the wait to be for the next one to arrive... Haha)
• Christmas
• Movies (I'm usually pretty psyched by the time a movie that I really wanna see comes out... So the wait makes the excitement all that more - exciting!)

I have a patience complex.  Lol.  There are some things that I am incredibly patient about -- people is one of those things.  I am patient as ppl tell me about any given situation, patient as they let out the excitement, disappointment, dispair, or happiness.  I am patient to a fault when it comes to ppl being whatever it is they're being.  I forgive easily and am not one to hold a grudge.

But right now I am waiting for pizza and for people. Hahaha.. That sounds funny...

People are here!

:e)