This is truly an awesome occasion. And no, it’s not because I’m watching repeats of Saved by the Bell from the days when it was called Good Morning, Miss Bliss, because that is just silly.
It is also not because I’m watching my cat sit on the piano and look out the window, and I could watch him do that for hours, only he’ll get bored in about ten minutes and will probably take a nap or chase his tail or something. Because he is just that weird.
It might be because the Fall season of TV is winding down to the point where most of the networks are ALREADY showing repeats of my favorite shows. Maybe not ALL the networks, but certainly CBS so far, and maybe ABC.
And it could be because I’m looking forward to watching the final episodes of Dollhouse, even though it is ending for good. But it will be great to see what comes out of Joss’ mind next.
But it is absolutely because Chriso came to me last week and mentioned that he would like to guest post here, on my blog. And in return, I would post on his.
What a great idea! I don’t think I’ve ever guest posted, nor have I thought of having someone guest post here. Mostly because I’m not sure how many people actually read my blog and I do it mostly for me and the few readers I may get on any particular post. Not fame. Not fortune. Just the pure entertainment of discovering who I am through the wonders of television. And blogging. And being me.
Wow. I think I’m rambling. But I’m overtired. And distracted by Saved by the Bell. And the cat has moved already, and it hasn’t even been 4 minutes.
Where was I? Oh yes. Guest blogging. And Chriso.
Chriso is a regular blogger over at Playerpress, where they get actual readers and tons of comments and it’s a real community. Actually, it’s technically a Sportscaster Network, where they talk about – you guessed it – sports. You can read some of Chriso’s articles here.
So, sometime soon, keep your eyes peeled for a post from someone who is not me, but someone who is Chriso. And of course, I will post a link from Playerpress when I post there as well.
Now it’s time to get back to Saved by the Bell, and possibly getting ready for work.
I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. Maybe it’s because of all the rain.
I’ve been more tired than normal. I get dizzy from standing up. And my insides feel like they are going to fall out unless I find some scotch tape, STAT!
I’m having trouble focusing on simple things. Ok, on a normal day, I am, indeed, easily distractable. But right now, I am so stressed out and on the verge of being overwhelmed that it’s not even funny anymore.
I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning. I know they are going to tell me to rest, and relax and slow down. But I don’t see them planning a big move and getting married and buying cars.
I’m good at multi-tasking. I’m a multi-tasking master. But I’m just so tired. I feel like I’m never going to be able to catch up.
And when I do have time to myself, and I do get to take a break, it is usually spent sleeping, or putting on a DVD and sleeping through it. And even with all that sleep, I still feel tired. And worn out. And I can’t stop just yet.
In church on Sunday, the idea of the Sabbath was brought up. More in the sense that God created the world in 6 days, and on the 7th he rested. And simply put, that if we want to worship God and honor God and live as God would want us to live, then we need to rest as well. And you know something? I really felt that I could relate to that sermon. I usually always find value in what the Pastor/Priest is saying. But I can’t always relate. But I did. I’m just so very tired.
And I can’t remember names anymore. I’m not usually good with names, but I’ve never been BAD with them. And I’m having a hard time remembering names I SHOULD know.
I need to take a break. I need to relax and regroup. But there just isn’t any time to do so.
The next 4 weeks are going to be a whirlwind of stuff to do. Starting today, when Chris and I are going to talk to my parents (formally) about our plans. Wednesday, we’re planning on going to a car auction, then Wednesday, I’m cooking for a potluck at work. Thursday is looking wide open for the moment, but I’m sure that will soon change. Friday, there’s fun stuff (geocaching…) and working with Chris. Saturday is working and possibly a movie to review for Movie Snobs. And Sunday, I have a family cookout.
I’m doing all this while trying to figure out what to do about the money I owe to the IRS, finding a new place to live, so that when Chris and I finally DO move we wont’ be homeless or living out of a hotel. Talking to my boss about what’s going to happen when I leave, and whether or not I’ll have a job when I go. Making moving arrangements for the very end, where we leave and come back and leave again. Being the GM to a softball team that (thankfully) does not play this week. Figuring out what to do about the car/s. And planning a wedding in which I only want a dress.
Don’t get me wrong. I love being busy. I love taking care of people and getting things done. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. But I’m just so tired. And I don’t want to do any of it right now. But I can’t stop. If I stop, everything will fall apart, and all the plans and all the hard work that I’ve done up until this point will have been for nothing.
But I’m just so very tired. I’m going to cross my fingers and hope I find the chance to relax for a bit. There’s just so much TV to catch up on…
I’m not complaining, gentle readers. I’m just tired.
And I’m thinking about revamping the categories… or the whole blog… if there’s time…
Happy Father’s Day!
Just wanted to tell you how much I love you. We had a fantastic day yesterday, and I’m so happy that I got to share that with you. I know yesterday had the potential of being a very hard day for you. And I’m glad that we were able to make it not so bad. Great, even.
Walking around Fenway, getting half-priced food, surprises for free, watching an awesome game, walking around the outfield, taking tons of pictures, dinner after the game where we both almost died from being too full… there isn’t a single thing that I would change about yesterday. And I know we have a lot of great times. But yesterday certainly is up there in my top 10.
I love you so much, and I love sharing every moment with you. And I can’t wait to share more moments with you.
So, Happy (belated) Father’s Day!
The Harry/Sally Conundrum
My love, future hubby, best friend –
I can’t believe how long we’ve known each other, much less, how long we’ve been together. It’s nothing short of amazing.
The simple fact that we’ve been together several times, even if those were all the wrong times, makes us being together now the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. We needed to have all those missed connections, and all that bad timing and all those other experiences to shape us both into the people we needed to be to be together.
I love that we’re Harry and Sally. I love that we’ve gone 10 years before finally being together. I love it because NOW is the right time. NOW we are the people we need to be. NOW we are on the other side of everything, and we made it alive. So NOW we can be together and let things be.
And I love that we will always come back to each other. Epic.
I love you, baby. I’m yours.
My love ~
There isn’t a moment that goes by during the day when I’m not thinking about you, what you’re doing, or when I get to see you next. Just thinking about you makes me smile. You really complete me. Sounds cliche, I know, but very true.
I love that we have so many things that are just ours. I love that are so many jokes we share, and the fact that no one else would have no idea what we’re talking about makes it even more special.
When I think about the future, all I can see is you. And I can’t wait to get there and spend the rest of my life with you.
I love that you’re so laid back, and pick and choose the things to be concerned about. And that you let me use your razor this morning. THAT is love.
I love you so much, baby
My love –
(This reminds me a lot of the couple in the dramatic reading by JWM we saw in February).
I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you. You make my world, my life so much more complete than it was yesterday, or the day before that. There is not a moment that goes by where I’m not thinking about you and the wonderful time we spend together. Even the time spent apart is the greatest because I’m always planning and looking forward to when I can see you next.
What we have is indeed a love that transcends time. Epic. Spanning lifetimes and continents. I know that you make my life better and that is enough for me.
If there is one thing that this life has taught me, it is that it is too often we take things for granted. Life, love, happiness. We just expect it to always be there and ready for when we are ready for it. But it won’t. And I want to make the most of our time together, even though I plan for it to be a long and silly life with you, I don’t want to take any part of it for granted.
I love you
Baby, I know sometimes it’s gonna rain. But, baby, can we make up now ’cause I can’t sleep through the pain…
I’ve hit a bit of a rough patch recently. But I guess that was to be expected. When you are constantly moving at such a fast pace, things eventually will start to deteriorate.
I’m not saying things are deteriorating at all. In fact, things are incredible. But sometimes they just suck. More so because I’m not that only one that’s moving at break-neck speeds. And sometimes I feel like all I do is work. Not just at work, but at home, and when I’m out.
My current job titles as of right now:
- Tech Support – this is my REAL job, that they pay me REAL money for. Don’t want to mess this one up.
- Personal Assistant
- Organizational Specialist
- Finance Specialist/Bookkeeper
- Equipment Manager
- Band Manager
- Human Google
- Interior Decorator
- Professional Chef
- Girlfriend/Fiance/Sex Goddess
I’m not complaining. I love the work that I do. I love being able to do everything and be good at everything I do. I love my blog. My blog is my sanctuary. I come here to vent and prattle off about the things I care about. But I love everything else, too. I love being a personal assistant and photographer and band manager. Mostly because this is the stuff I’m good at. I’m good at dealing with high pressure situations. Or situations that require rationality and practicality. I’m good at remaining externally calm when things are not really all that calm.
But I don’t think anyone really understands how much I actually do. My days are filled to the brim with ACTUAL work, and then I do everything else. DAMN! I’m freakin’ AMAZING!
But in telling you that I am nothing short of amazing, I am telling that in all the things I do, whether I have to or not, my favorite among them would be the last on my list. And it’s not the girlfrined-part really. It’s more the Chriso part that makes that part enjoyable. Without the Chriso part, everything else would be meaningless.
All the TV I watch, all the movies, all the photos I take… everything I do. Would be meaningless. Without Chriso.
Sometimes life gets hard, and sometimes we get busy. And sometimes it starts raining. But I know that without Chriso, I would never be able to make it through those rainy days.
I just hope he knows that. Because if he doesn’t, I think I have more work to do.