Land o'Lessa

Guess who’s getting married! Yup, ME! I know, I know, i swore I’d never do it again, and here I am, giddy as a school girl! It’ll likely not be till later this year or next summer – but! I’m getting married!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Sooooooooooooo! MUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH! PLAAAAAAAAAAAAANNING!

I’ll post a picture of the ring as soon as it’s back on my finger – need to get it resized It’ll be here in a week. SO EXCITED!

So, I haven’t written in a while – not that I haven’t had anything blogworthy to post, oh no, but more so because I’ve become busy living life, again, instead of writing about wanting too. You see, I met a man.

Ok, not really MET him, because I’ve actually known him since he was four years old, since my mama was his preschool teacher. (Yes, I’m older than him. Not by much. Shhh.) He works in the Subway at my Walmart store and we reconnected…

And then we CONNECTED.. if ya know what I mean.. (hehehehe)

So he came over one night after he finally got out of a shitty relationship, and well, he hasn’t left yet. That was almost two months ago (and, as the joke goes, that’s how i got my LAST husband. Hm. Addictive, ain’t I? Hehehe) So we moved the important stuff in first, and then his other stuff, and I rearranged the bedroom so we didn’t have to crawl over each other to go pee in the middle of the night (though there’s fun in that, too. hee) and we settled in.

And that’s where the story REALLY starts. You see, he has this lovely large…

…tv, and we wanted to hook it up, and he said as we were moving him in “Don’t let me lose these – they’re the screws to the tv. Very important!” and he tucked them into his pocket. The Girl, she convinced him to put them into an envelope, which he showed to me and said again “Don’t lose these!” And I nodded and went back to WoW. Cuz I’m a nerd. Shush.

Then.
THEN.

THEN! For the past, oh, month and a half or so, it’s been things like: “Where are those screws?” and “Well, if your mom hadn’t lost the screws..” and so on and so forth. All in good fun of course, but I was seriously wracking my brain to figure out where I’d put the mothereffin SCREWS. They were NO where, and worse? I didn’t remember physically TOUCHING them, so couldn’t put together any frame of reference as to where they might be! I remembered where he was standing when he showed me the envelope then….

Nothing.
Nada.
I felt SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO bad!
Apparently, I had lost the screws.

Or.
Did.
I…….

Tonight, he comes home, and at some point decides to look in the TV box to see if they’re there. I would have laughed SO much – but alas, no screws. None. Then. Then he comes into our room, and picks up his laptop case… and shuts it.

Fast.

Oh yes. HE HAD PUT THEM IN HIS LAPTOP CASE. Which means no – I had NEVER EVER EVEN TOUCHED THE BLOODY SCREWS! And He gave me hell for almost TWO MONTHS! And I felt genuinely BAD about the lost screws and HE HAD THEM ALL ALONG!

Oh, I’m gonna get SOOOOOOOOO much mileage from this one! HAHAHAHAHAHA! IT. WASN’T. ME.

*Snicker*
So. So.

SCREWED!

PS: already got dinner and dancing promised to me… what else do ya think I can get? Heheheheheheheheh. oh and..
PPS: I’m so telling his mommy on him tomorrow when we visit! HAHAHAHAH

Ahem.

I love the rain. Breathe in, breathe out. Out with the old, in with the new.

Breathing easy for the first time in a couple months. When one finally cuts loose what hurts, and knows the pain to be real and true and worth it for the lessons it taught – it finally fades, and is over. C’est finis.

….where you are so angry, it fades away into simply being -tired-?

Yeah. I’m there.
And I’m done.

I’d tell him so – but he deserves nothing from me, and that is exactly what I”m going to give him.

Nada.
Empty.
Finito.

..updates I suppose.

When I helped him move, the week before he decided we had to take a break from each other, I was given his love seat and coffee table. Tonight is the first night I’ve actually used them. It’s odd how something so little can trigger so much, but it’s all apart of the train-wreck, and as such must be felt and dealt. (Don’t even get me started on the mattress.. heh.)

I mentioned on Facebook that I was playing Diablo III, mainly because I know he wants to desperately and can’t. Yes, I am not above such things. *L* About thirty seconds later, he commented that he was jealous and I was amused. Then I got a text that said “You don’t have to completely not talk to me :-/”

If I were keeping score – that would be a point for me. If I were. Which I’m not. (YAY POINTS. shush.)

The following conversation was all of 5 messages, and I kept it as terse as possible. He asked for a break, after all, “from each other” and no where in there do I see “you can still talk to me whenever you want” right? So I didn’t reply again, and didn’t start any other conversations.

So he showed up at work on Thursday.

(Point two. just sayin.)

He asked me why I was ignoring him, and I pointed out “Hey, you said we were taking a break, and you haven’t said anything to me either.” He said I’d stopped talking and I pointed out the last message sent was from me – so HE quit talking. He said he expected a hello or something the next day, I told him oh well. I did give him a hug, and admitted that I had missed him. Then pointed out that my silence lead him to miss me so much he came to see me at work. He just gave that little huff of breath that didn’t deny anything, and after we talked for a few, he gave me a hug and said “Stay. in. touch.”

I was good that I didn’t text him that night, nor the next day until he commented on my post about going to see Rock of Ages (Which was FANTASTIC!) – he said “If memory serves (him) right, (I) made fun of that move and didn’t want to see it, what gives?” Ah, I had to correct him on his incorrect memories. I was telling him about the preview, and that it had Tom Cruise in it of all things, and he made fun of Tommy, and pfft and took over the conversation. So I never mentioned it again. At all.

Then I followed it with a text and pointed out that he’d made fun of it, (and thus me) and so I never made my intention and internal fangirly delight known. He said “uhhuh.”

Sometimes I don’t even know. It’s alright though, I guess. I intend to have a good time tonight too – out partying with Scotty’s band again. He always makes me smile. In fact, I invited a man to join me, AND I’m considering corset-ing up too. We’ll see how I feel in a bit after my shower. Hee.

He makes fun of my bar crawls – but who can beat live music, played by a friend, and a margarita or two? Exactly. I don’t even care if I don’t get asked to dance. I’ll have fun singing along – just like I did last night at the movie.

All together now…
RISE UP GATHER ROUND LET’S ROCK THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND!