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.
V-day is the day he and I first started. 9 years ago. So this was an extremely important day for us. Not only was it a 9-year overall anniversary, but it was also our 2-month anniversary. Talk about celebrations…
But I don’t think it would be an exaggeration to say that the weekend was my best weekend ever. No, seriously. Ever.
Chriso and I decided that we would extend our celebration of each event over a period of 10 days, because that would be fun. So each day, there was another little surprise. We had lunch one day, and exchanged gifts and cards and chocolate throughout the week.
Friday the 13th we had dinner at a church he attends, which was really nice. The food was amazing at the very least. And they had a whole night of events where there were little ice-breaker games and short videos to watch. That was a blast.
Saturday the 14th, I got all dressed up and just spent some time with Chriso, while he worked. We got to spend some quality time together in between work. Sometimes spending time is all you need.
But the creme de le creme of the weekend… the frosting on the cupcake that was my awesome weekend was Sunday and Monday. Very early Sunday morning, Chriso and I drove down to South Orange New Jersey for the event of all events… James Marsters – Funny Valentine. It was maybe a 4 hour drive, only made longer by stopping in Cornwall by the Hudson to visit Chriso’s brother, Patrick, his wife partner girlfriend, Laurie and their two daughters, Grace and Olivia.
We had such a great time just holding the twin girls, and playing with them… and watching Olivia spit up on my shirt. Yes. It was a good time. (And to be perfectly honest, that was probably the best part of my weekend…) I love my new almost-nieces!
After a warm welcome and spending time with the girls and just lounging about, we set off to finish our trip to NJ. Very honestly, I was so surprised that Chriso wanted to attend this event with me. You see, he is not a fan of JM. Actually, until I began mentioning this event, he had no idea who this guy was.
BUT – yes, there is one – Chriso said he had a great time, and really enjoyed JM and the concert and just watching me be dorky… seen below.
But it was a great event, no matter how dorky I was being. James was incredible as always. The Q&A was great, and funny. AND I got a private showing of his sound check before the concert. Thank you, Chriso.
You see, we had missed the photo session from the morning, as we were visiting my new almost-nieces. And as much as I love JM, I’m so glad I got to spend extra time with those beautiful little girls.
ANYway… we had missed the photo session, and I was actually fine with it. I got my autograph and sat in for the Q&A… AND I was totally 3 rows from JM in the theater. THREE. ROWS. FROM. JAMES. And that was unbelievable. There was a break between the event itself and the concert that evening, so Chriso and I were milling in the lobby for a bit, watching everybody else get their pictures and we got posters and whatnot. Chriso seemed pretty insistent that I get my photo taken with James.
So, Chriso walked up to the guy with the camera, said a few words – perhaps goods or services were exchanged – and I was in. Chriso got me in to have my picture taken with James, AND as an added bonus, I got to be merely feet away from him as he did his sound check for the concert. Oh yes. Chriso is my knight-in-shining armor. I’m not kidding.
Sure, I would have been fine without the photo. I really would have been. But I’m so glad he got me in. So very glad.
So, that was awesome.
Our weekend did not end there.
We found a hotel in Shelton, CT, which had a pool (because Chriso was insistent that he MUST have a pool). And we spent an amazing night just together. There was cuddling and talking, and just spending quiet time in bed.
One thing that I have found will always be insanely important is just spending time. Making time to spend time with each other. Life gets crazy. I should know. My life has been moving at 100mph for a few weeks, if not more. And I’ve found calmness in just sitting back and just spending time. It feels like coming full circle. Like a break from all the crazy to just get to know each other again. And it’s amazing. I just hope we can continue to take weekends away like we did, when we’re old and gray. Or when there are children. Because our relationship is important, and I don’t want to ever lose that.
Also, Chriso and I have quite a few things in common, like the love of driving around aimlessly with no destination. So that’s something I would like to keep in our lives as a calming situation. And there’s nothing like driving around with no map and no GPS and finding a beautiful beach to hang out on.
So, I would rate my V-day weekend… no… it wasn’t just V-day. I would rate my multi-purpose weekend as one of the best I’ve ever had. I got to meet new people, and I really felt welcomed into Chriso’s family. And my new almost-nieces are the most beautiful babies in the world.
I got to spend quantity time with JM. Although I didn’t get to tell him that I have skills. Chriso informed me that would be incredibly weird, and I’d look like a bigger dork. Maybe next time.
And I got to spend time with the most unbelievable man in the entire world through all of it. If I ever had any doubts as to what the future might bring or his affections towards me, they all disappeared this weekend.
I forgot to mention that James also did a dramatic reading called Love Letters, which chronicled a couple from 3rd grade up until the end of the woman’s life. They always had bad timing, and never really got to be together. It’s not exaggeration to say that their relationship, or lack thereof, was epic. James did a fantastic job, as did the woman who did the reading with him. And it really struck a chord. In a word, unbelievable.