The Life and Times of Sleeping Beauty's Sister

Why Can't I Let Myself Be Happy?

2009-10-02T21:36:00.001-04:00

I don't understand me. What is wrong with my brain that keeps me from accepting something nice and enjoying it? My birthday is on Sunday. You would think that The Knight would have something wonderful planned. Well, he doesn't. And that's not because he's a horrible, uncaring monster. It's because I am. For some reason I can't let myself enjoy something as simple as a cake and a song with the four people I care about most. No, there will be no cake. No one will sing a song. There will be no presents. Why? Because I'm a stupid ass who can't allow herself to be happy. I'll spend the day doing nothing because that is what I fought for. Deep down inside I'll be miserable. I'll miss the out of tune "Happy Birthday" sung by those three girls and the lumpy cake The Knight would have made. I'll miss the excited looks on their faces as I open the gifts they bought. The day will start with nothing and end with nothing and it will be my fault. I'm ashamed of myself. This is the kind of thing that will lead me back to that miserable lonely life I led just nine months ago.

Happy Twitterversary!!

2009-09-04T09:48:00.001-04:00

2 years ago today I jumped in to the wonderful world of Twitter. Way before it got big I might add. I've met some wonderful and amazing people along the way. And it's all thanks to my good Disney buddy "Earl". Now, over 17,000 tweets later, I'm still rolling along. I love my Twitter family!!

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It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

2009-08-18T22:31:00.001-04:00

It's that time of a year again. My favorite time of year actually. No, it's not Back to School, although I do enjoy that time very, very much. It's Fall Fashion issue time again!! I've discussed my love of fashion magazines on this blog before. I subscribe to 10 of them. Twice a year they trot out the big fashion issues. Nothing is as big as the Fall issues. These suckers are thousands of pages. Every single page is more amazing than the one before. I love sitting on the couch and pouring through every one page by page. I always wait until every issue has arrived before I begin. I can't bring myself to start reading until I've got them all in a pile on my lap. That ends up being a very heavy pile. I can get lost for hours in the beautiful shoes, clothes, accessories and makeup. And yes, I read every single page, ads and all. As a cosmetics junkie I naturally spend a lot of time looking at all the makeup. But, I also love the clothes. I can't afford any of it but I still love imagining what it would be like to afford all that wonderful stuff. I know for sure the mail lady will be happy when they've all been delivered. Yesterday the stack was so big she had to walk to the door to deliver it because it wouldn't all fit in the mailbox. That's why I always make her an extra big bag of cookies at Christmas time. I've only got 2 more to wait for before I can dive in. Until then my stack of Fall Fashion magazines will fill the void in the bed that The Knight has left this week. It's not as good as The Knight's strong arms but they make me just as happy.

Taking Woodstock

2009-08-17T21:41:00.001-04:00

I'm watching "Woodstock: Then & Now" on The History Channel. I've got to get a copy of this for my personal collection. As The Knight can attest I was a HUGE hippie in high school and early college. The Knight and I were an unlikely pair in those days. I wore grungy tie-dyes and massive bell bottoms. He was always in a button-down oxfords and penny loafers. I drove a beat up old Honda hatch-back with every peace lovin', save the Earth hippie sticker I could find plastered all over it. He and his twin brother shared a Cadillac Cimarron. Yes, we were a very unlikely couple. Of course, I could clean up real nice when the situation warranted. He still remembers what I wore to the annual holiday trip to the Naval Academy to see "The Messiah." I only vaguely remember the outfit in question, a white fuzzy sweater, white leggings and a white ankle length lace over-skirt. The Knight still remembers it vividly because he could see my butt through the skirt. How cute is he? Apparently, his mother was appalled. But, that was me. I didn't care what anybody thought about me. I would give anything to have the opportunity to go back in time and experience Woodstock. I know for a fact that I was born in the wrong era. When I was a teenager everything about the 60's and the hippie way of life appealed to me. Nothing was more disappointing to me at that time then to learn that neither of my parents had been there. My father, to his credit, was slogging it out in Vietnam. An event that to this day he absolutely refuses to talk about. My mother wasn't at Woodstock either. I couldn't believe it. Even in the 60's she thought all those hippies were crazy. I was crushed. Now that I'm older I'm not as crunchy as I was in those days. I went from hardly bathing with huge natty dreads in my hair to a cosmetics junkie that gets manis and pedis on a regular basis. But, as I sit and watch this documentary about Woodstock I remember all that I was back in those days. That girl was so free and innocent. And that was what The Knight loved about me as a girl. I've lost some of that innocence but I think I've still got some of that carefree hippie in me. And thank God, he still loves me now.

Did You Hear That?

2009-08-16T21:12:00.001-04:00

Today was a very strange day. I can't put my finger on just what was wrong. It didn't help any that The Knight's cat woke me up at 6:30 in the morning. On a Sunday!! Come on Cat, cut me some slack!! I felt like I was hung over when I stumbled down the stairs to feed it. The empty bed was another disconcerting element. Strange considering every other week I sleep alone any way. But, usually not in The Knight's bed so I guess that was why it was so odd. Another quiet night stretches out before me. Every little sound makes me stop. I'm not afraid to be by myself. But, there's some speculation over whether I might get an unwelcome visitor. So, every car door slamming causes me to wait for the banging on the door. So far all has been quiet. I've never wanted a week to go by quicker. I'm ashamed of myself for being so pathetic. What a great example to set for The Heir and The Spare. I'm so glad this day is over.

House Sitter

2009-08-15T22:47:00.001-04:00

The Knight and The Princess-in-Waiting have gone to Tampa for a week's vacation. I'm here watching the house and the scraggly cat that I can't stand. The house is very lonely and empty with The Knight gone. I don't like it one bit. I'm not afraid to be here alone. But, it's like the house knows he's gone. Even his big weird fish is moping at the bottom of the tank. I've been sitting here watching Titanic on TNT. It's the best love story ever and it makes me think of The Knight. He told me that I was the catalyst for the changes he made in his life after we parted all those years ago. This movie makes me think of that every time I watch it. I miss him. He laughs at me because he says he doesn't get the chance to miss me because we talk on the phone. That may be true but it's not the same as seeing his face, hearing him laugh, seeing him smile. His chair is empty and everything in the house seems a little dull. I know I'm such a dork but I can't help it. He breaths life into everything I do now and when he's gone I feel a little lost. I'm so glad he's not a truck driver or one of those guys who fishes for months at a time on a big boat. I don't think I would be able to handle it. This will be the last summer that we take separate family vacations. Six days and counting. I know I can make it.

Happy Anniversary!!

2009-08-14T22:00:00.001-04:00

Wow!! The Knight and I have been together for 6 months today!! It's amazing how fast time goes by. I remember like it was yesterday the January night that I first saw him after 18 years. When he wrapped me up in those strong arms I felt safe for the first time in forever. I had a tiny bit of hope that we might be able to start over but I didn't want to get ahead of myself. Valentine's Day rolled around and the rest is history. Now, here we are, 6 months later and I couldn't be happier. Well, there are a few things that would make me even happier than I am now but I know they're coming eventually. I know the next 6 months are going to be interesting. Lots of things are coming down the road that will test our resolve. I have no doubt that we will sail through them all with flying colors and come out the other end a stronger couple. I can't wait to see where we are when our 1 year anniversary arrives. I love The Knight!!

How Much Longer?

2009-08-12T22:39:00.001-04:00

All good things come to those who wait. That's the saying, right? Well, I think I've waited pretty damn long for some good things. I admit I have the patience of a gnat. I want things yesterday. I don't think that's such a bad thing. My whole life has been hurry up and wait. Well, this year is going to be different. A lot has changed in the last 8 months. The year is more than half over and I'm definitely not where I thought I would be at the beginning. I have a lot more than I could ever have hoped for. But, now it's time to ramp things up and make the last 4 and a half months something really amazing. Four and a half months? Really? I can't believe that's all there is left. On New Year's Eve I started a list of 100 things I wanted to do this year. I think it's time to get crackin' and finish that sucker up. I have a feeling the next couple of years are going to be even better.

Mary, Queen of Not

2009-08-08T22:38:00.001-04:00

Today I made the trek up to Allentown, PA to celebrate my grandmother's 91st birthday. Only we weren't allowed to call it a "birthday" party. It was just a small gathering of family enjoying a meal together. My grandmother did not want a party and that was final. She was very clear on that point. Of course, my mother and her sisters wanted to give her a party. I think the woman has earned the right to decide if she wants a party or not. Good grief!! She's 91 years-old!! I adore my grandmother. She's awesome. She tells it like it is. If she thinks you're doing something dumb well, by God she's going to tell you it's dumb. "Other Beauty' she has said to me 'why do you need to stick things in your nose? That's the dumbest thing I've ever seen.' I chuckle and shake my head. I love that woman. I have so many wonderful memories from my childhood that revolve around her. Everybody is always telling her to record them for posterity. Maybe that should be my book. The wonderful stories my grandmother has bottled up inside of her. Now, that is something that just might be worth pursuing. The Heir and Spare missed the un-birthday because they were driving back from North Carolina after a week of fun in the sun with their grandparents. I missed them on this trip. But, the one I missed the most was The Knight. To be perfectly honest I miss him all the time. I'm never happier then when we are together. I'm such a big old cheese ball. I guess that's what they call love.

Fountains

2009-08-07T22:45:00.000-04:00

Tonight The Knight and I drove around the Washington DC area to look at some of the fountains he has built over the last couple of years. I'm always amazed at the things he has created. They are just beautiful. I'm so proud of him. When I see some of his fountains I always think back to the boy I knew in high school. The one who never wore anything but button down shirts and loafers. I look at the man he has become. Ripped up jeans and steel-toed boots, sweaty and dirty from a hard day's work. I love that man. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with him. He takes such pride in what he does and rightly so. He is so proud of his family. I wouldn't change one thing about him. Well, maybe the cat thing but we'll see how that goes. I'm so lucky he chose me.

My Guilty Pleasure

2009-08-05T22:11:00.001-04:00

Over the weekend I discovered a new guilty pleasure. Now I'm hooked and I can't get enough of it. While I was holed up at The Knight's house sick as a dog I found 'Tori and Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood' on Oxygen. I came into it at the end of the season and I love it. Thankfully, Oxygen ran a Tori and Dean marathon yesterday leading up to the season finale so I was able to get all caught up. Say what you will about Tori Spelling but she's a pretty dynamic person. She's written two books, designs jewelry and kids clothes, plans some fierce parties all while raising two babies and nurturing a loving marriage. She and her husband are so funny together and obviously love each other a lot. As a child of the Original 90210 era, I've always been a fan of Tori Spelling. The poor girl's gotten a bum wrap over the years from the media. But, she's taken it all in stride and has been doing some pretty cool things. Plus, her kids are so cute. It's nice to see she's going through some of the same issues I deal with as a working mom raising two kids. But, she's got loads of people helping her you might say. Actually, not really. They did have a live-in nanny for the first year of each of their kids lives but once those kids hit 1 year-old that nanny was gone. 95% of the time she and her husband are the sole caregivers and that's pretty amazing for a girl who grew up in Hollywood with everything handed to her. She's done a great job at being as normal as possible. Overall, I give 'Tori and Dean' a big thumb's up. I'm going to scour the internet for the past seasons so I can get caught up on everything before the next season starts up. I'm even going to give her books a read. Might give me an idea of how to go about writing one of my own. This is a guilty pleasure that I'm not ashamed to admit I love.

What Is Wrong With You?

2009-08-04T22:47:00.001-04:00

I seem to get the same question over and over from the same people. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? Every hour of every day. Sometimes I feel like I'm disappointing them when my answer is nothing. But, nobody believes me. Over the last two weeks nothing I say or do is right. That's a very frustrating thing to deal with. I only hope I can find my way back from the dog house soon. It stinks in here and rawhide is not my thing. I never claimed to be a perfect Princess. I'll just keep picking up my crown, dusting it off and trying again. Maybe someday soon I'll finally get something right. In the meantime, I hope the dents don't show to much.

Filter Sold Separately

2009-07-30T22:41:00.001-04:00

I'm a very passionate person. I'll defend those I love right to the ground. I'm very outspoken when it comes to things I believe in. When I love some body I love them hard. Unfortunately for me, I lack a filter. I find that things that should never see the light of day, exit my mouth on a regular basis. I'm a grown woman and I should know better. It is something I struggle with daily. And, something that has caused me to sabotage everything that has ever been good in my life. For someone that is so passionate and outspoken some may find it hard to believe that I have zero self-confidence. A crazy revelation I know, but it's the truth. It stems from a life time of not being good enough at anything. I wasn't smart in school. I never finished college. I didn't meet a doctor or a lawyer and marry well. I committed the sin of living with my boyfriend before we were married, followed by the ultimate sin of bearing a child out of wedlock. Then, preceded to marry the father of my child who in turn left me a single mother and a burden on my family. In the dictionary next to "disappointment" is a huge picture of me. My favorite Julia Roberts movie is Pretty Woman. The scene that always sticks out in my mind is when she and Richard Gere are talking about how she ended up being a hooker in LA. Towards the end of that scene she says, 'People put you down long enough you start to believe it.' He says, 'You could be so much more.' And she says, 'The bad stuff is easier to believe. Have you ever noticed that?' That is my life in two sentences. If I can't find a way to climb over this obstacle and change my way of thinking I'm going to find myself alone again. And if that happens I will be alone for the rest of my life and deserve exactly what I get.

As The Crab Squirms

2009-07-28T21:27:00.001-04:00

Tonight I was introduced to the Deadliest Catch. The Knight loves this show. From what I can gather it's a glorified man's soap opera. Lots of drama. Lots of action. Each boat is a different family. Sometimes they like each other, sometimes they don't. Don't get me wrong, this crabbing thing in the middle of a raging, freezing sea is definitely a dangerous job. They deserve every penny they earn. For a girl that doesn't like seafood I can't get into the yucky crab part of it. I would not want The Knight to do this job. I don't care how big a house we could afford with the money he would make. Plus, I don't know how long these guys are out there but I wouldn't like being away from The Knight that long. I worry enough about him driving around in the heat building pools all day. I couldn't handle worrying about him getting sucked into the raging sea with crabs hanging off of him. The Knight laughs at me because I worry. That's my job. I like having him home every night curled up in my lap like a puppy. Eyes closed with a big smile on his face while I rub his smooth, bald head. Ahhh, heaven!

Ground Zero

2009-07-27T21:48:00.001-04:00

This morning The Spare woke up uncharacteristically early. She came in crying that her stomach hurt. The natural question from buried under the covers being, "Are you going to throw up?" She said she didn't know and I preceded to ask her to get her butt to the bathroom because I was not in the mood to clean puke off the carpet at 5 am. It never ceases to amaze me that when one of my kids feels sick to their stomachs they have to come in and tell me first. As if they need my permission to go to the toilet and throw up. I tell them over and over again, PLEASE if you're going to hurl make your way quickly to the bathroom. Do not stop along the way to inform me you are doing so. I'll know you're throwing up with the first splash. Over the years, I've had to clean up my share of puke filled bed sheets. It's not fun. Ok, I digress, back to The Spare. The poor thing had a fever of 101. I don't know what she had or where she could have gotten it but it came on fast. She spent most of the day sleeping, which is definitely a sign that she is not feeling well. The Heir would sleep all day if I let her. The Spare is up at the ass-crack of dawn and she is in no way a quiet person in the morning. She was feeling well enough to hit Rita's for dessert tonight though. I'm hoping this doesn't come back to bite me later with an early morning visit to the porcelain throne. Usually my kids are only down for 24 hours. They're back to normal almost instantly. The Spare really wants to go back to summer camp tomorrow so I do hope she's feeling better. It's never fun when your kid is sick. Now, if she passes those germs on to me I'll be sick for a month. As The Knight put it this evening, we're ground zero for the CDC right now. Ha, ha. Guess who's getting a big, sloppy kiss when I see him tomorrow.

To Do or Not To Do?

2009-07-26T22:25:00.001-04:00

I love doing nothing on a Sunday. In my opinion, nothing is exactly what Sunday was meant for. Naturally, The Heir and Spare would disagree but I say, oh well. Every day of the week is busy for me. I think I'm entitled to a little bit of nothing every once in awhile. I enjoy sitting in my ratty recliner all day with magazines, my iPod and my laptop. Kids wander in and out all day. They whine about being bored but I just shake my head and send them on their way. When you reach a certain age you should be able to entertain yourself. Some people disagree with that line of thinking. Here's my justification. I've been a single mother the entire time my children have breathed. In the early years, I was their sole support for everything. Tag team feeding of a baby and three year-old? Yup, I did it. One hand keeping a butt on the potty and the other hand changing a diaper? Mastered in no time. Reading the same three bedtime stories every night to each kid before they could go to sleep? I did that for 5 years! All me! Now, everybody can feed, wash and dress themselves. They both can use the toilet with no problem, can read all by themselves and know how to work the remote. I'd say I've more than earned the chance to say, "No, actually, I don't want to take the Little Master to the dog beach. Go and enjoy yourselves. Your perfectly capable of going without me." I enjoy doing stuff with my kids. However, I also have no problem whatsoever doing nothing with them as well. I do not see the need to be their 24 hour Cruise Director anymore. I don't think this makes me a bad mother but I guess we'll have to see when The Heir and Spare have grown up. If they leave the house and never speak to me again then it's obvious the answer to that question will be a big fat FAIL! Here's hoping they still love me when the growing up is all done.

Memory Lane

2009-07-25T18:33:00.001-04:00

Well, it's official! I'm definitely old. I spent the afternoon with a group of my high school classmates. Some of these people I hadn't seen since graduation. Some I'd seen at my 10 year reunion. It was a great time. There were lots of little kids running around. It was crazy that The Heir would have been the oldest kid there if she had come. Neither The Heir or Spare were too keen on seeing a bunch of old people Mom knew in high school. Oh well, their loss. I was very happy to see The Knight's twin brother's high school girlfriend. She and I shared a lot way back in the day. She hasn't changed one bit. There were many other old friends that I spent so much time with back then that I got to see again today. It was so great. The Knight was such a trooper. He got all dressed up and came with me. What a guy! He looked good too. He lasted about an hour. It made me so happy that he came. It seems that my facebook and blogging have given me quite a reputation among my old high school pals. I'm glad to know that I can bring a smile to their faces every day. It's hard to believe it's been almost 20 years since my high school days. A few of the girls I saw today I've known since I was in elementary school. Time flies by so quickly. I hope I can get together with the people that are still in the area. It would be nice to meet up every couple of months to catch up on life and remember the good old days. In high school it seemed like life stretched out forever. Now, almost 20 years later, time is getting shorter and reconnecting with old friends takes on a new urgency. In 2 years it will be time for the BIG 2-0!! I hope it's a big bash. I can't wait!!

Meet The In-Laws

2009-07-19T21:50:00.000-04:00

Tonight I went with The Knight to visit his twin brother and family. This was the first "family" function on The Knight's side. It was a very informal gathering. Just the brothers and their girls. I had fun. It still amazes me that these two boys that I knew in high school are now grown men with kids. The brother's wife is very nice. She was a student of The Step-Queen's once a upon a time. What a small world it really is. We ate burgers and talked about random things. I taught the brother's 6 year-old how to tie her shoe. She's a sweet little girl. You can definitely tell she's The Princess-in-Waiting's cousin. They have very similar personalities and mannerisms. It will be interesting to see how The Heir and Spare blend into the family. I hope The Knight's parents are as accepting as his brother. Of course, it helps that we knew each other in high school. It's not like I'm a complete stranger or anything. I'm looking forward to becoming good friends with the future sister-in-law. It will be nice to have someone other than my own sister to do things with. Another step towards the start of a wonderful relationship. Next up, The Princess-in-Waiting. Her reaction is the one that worries me the most. I pray every day she'll be happy about the new additions to her father's life. I harbor a deep fear that her disapproval could be the end to everything I've worked for these last 5 months. My stomach is tied up in knots over it.

I'm In Love!!

2009-07-18T21:41:00.000-04:00

Man, there's nothing like the sweet smell of success. It was a hard fought battle but right now my new car is sitting in the driveway. I went with the VW Bug. It's a beauty, let me tell you. The deciding factor was the car payment. I haggled with the Jeep dealer all week but they wouldn't budge one penny on the price. The Bug won in the end. I love it. It's an '06 model and that's fine with me. It has only 11,000 miles on it which is not bad for a 4 year-old car. It's the prettiest yellow you've ever seen. The girls and I drove around with the top down and had a blast. It is such a fun car to drive. The speed and power are amazing. And, I do look pretty good in it if I do say so myself. In the end, I'm very happy with my choice. I still haven't found the perfect flower for my little dashboard vase but I will in time. I'm just thrilled to own a car that I picked out all by myself. It's about time I had something I wanted. I'm going to enjoy driving it for a long time. This baby was definitely made for me.

Finally!

2009-07-17T21:37:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow I'll be a new car owner. Well, I hope I will. I've been working on this for a week. I can't believe the end is finally near. At least, it will be the end if I manage to secure a vehicle. Otherwise, I'll be stuck in the mini-van for awhile longer. The tension is thick. I'm going to try to get some sleep. I hope it all works out for the best.

Play It Again Heir

2009-07-16T21:36:00.001-04:00

Well, we're back in the great state of New Jersey for another lacrosse tournament. The summer season is drawing to a close. Next weekend is the last one. Whew! It's been a busy one. The Heir's team won their first game 9-2 and lost their second game 9-5. The Step-King brought The Heir up for the afternoon games today. I had to work then joined them later in this evening. The whole ride I kept thinking about what it would be like if I was making the drive in my new car. I saw Beetles and Jeeps all over the road this afternoon. Way more then I've ever noticed before. The Universe is trying to help me decide. Anyway, back to The Heir. She played well but was stuck on defense the whole time. She's a very fast runner. I guess it doesn't hurt that she's 5'5" and only 12 years-old. She's got some seriously long legs. I have no doubt that she will grow up to be an amazing lacrosse player. It's funny to watch the 2 year-old who couldn't stand a speck of dust falling on her or would cry if you sneezed in her direction grow up to be this hard charging in your face athlete. Kids can surprise you, that's for sure. Three more games tomorrow. Let's hope they win them all!

One Ulcer Coming Right Up!

2009-07-15T22:17:00.001-04:00

In 2 days I should have the car ordeal resolved. It's been quite a journey so far. I never imagined it would be so crazy. I think I've made my decision. I won't reveal it yet. Don't want to get the horn before the car, so to speak. The challenge right now is what to do with the current vehicle. To say that part of the equation has been stressful is a huge understatement. I can feel the ulcer it has given me growing bigger by the second. I don't want to leave anybody holding the keys. But, I don't want to drive it anymore either. Tomorrow we'll find out the final payoff and I'm praying extra hard it comes at a number that will make all this stress unnecessary. I'm thinking positive. I know The Universe will provide the outcome that I want. I can picture myself riding around in the car I've chosen. I can see it every time I close my eyes. I took The Heir and The Spare to the dealership to give it a dry run. I had to verify everybody could fit but mostly I just wanted to see the car in person again and sit in the driver's seat. It was so nice. I look so good in it. The thought of driving a car that I choose is such a great feeling. As everyone should know by now, patience is not my strong suit. I'm willing these last couple of days to fly by. I've never wanted a Saturday to come faster in my whole life.

The Debate Roars On!

2009-07-14T21:17:00.001-04:00

I've been quite surprised at the heated debate that has cropped up among my online family about the car I should be driving. There's a distinct Jeep camp and Beetle camp. Naturally the discussion has been nothing but civil and often quite hilarious. I'm pleased that so many of my friends are interested and genuinely care. It's so nice. The decision is getting closer every day. I've managed to secure a great rate on car insurance through Geico. That's a plus. I've run the Beetle through their system now I've got to run the Jeep. It will be interesting to see if the rate stays the same. When all is said and done it's going to come down to the car payment. I love them both but I need to be realistic and go with the one that I'll be able to pay for without digging myself deeper into debt. The decision will be made by Saturday so you all will have to wait and see. Either way I know it will be a good choice.

Another Contender

2009-07-13T22:56:00.000-04:00

The Knight and I went to our local Volkswagen dealership after work today. The Knight has a Jetta and loves it. I thought it might be a good idea to check out the New Beetle Convertible. They're so cute and I've always loved them. I jumped on the website and built one. It was a lot of fun. They only had a couple used ones there so at first I wasn't interested. I really wanted a new car. Then, the sales guy showed us an '06 Beetle all pretty in the showroom. I was hooked. It was the cutest thing. I jumped in the front seat and I could tell by the look on The Knight's face that this was the winner. But, like the good guy that he is, he didn't make any comments. The Knight and The Sales Guy talked shop a little. The Knight told him how I was in the market for a car that I wanted. I've always driven other people's hand-me-downs or had the decision on what new car I would drive made for me. Not this time. The Knight told The Sales Guy exactly what I wanted; a convertible, a manual transmission and a hook-up for my iPod. The Sales Guy said this was it because brand new Beetle Convertibles are only automatic now. Well, that just won't do. I know it may sound crazy but I enjoy a stick shift. Every car, save for the mini-van I'm driving now, have been stick shift. It gives me something to do. Plus, it's fun. After The Sales Guy left us alone for a bit The Knight told me that this was definitely the car for me. I looked good in it and it fit my personality. I would have to agree with him. Besides, the payment will be much easier for me to make then the payment on the Jeep would be. That's a bonus since the whole reason for getting into a new car is to re-build my credit. And, of course since I was a hippie flower child in high school and still hang on to those ways a tiny bit it seems appropriate to drive a Bug. I hope I can have this wrapped up for good by the end of the week.

Waiting Stinks!

2009-07-12T22:01:00.000-04:00

It's been a whole week since I've laid eyes on The Knight. Silly as it may sound, it's been rough. I've missed him terribly. He always laughs at me and says we talk and text all day every day. I know but it's not the same as seeing him with my eyes and rubbing his bald head. I finally got to see him tonight and it was heaven. I don't know if it was my imagination but I swear he smelled different. He looked at me strange and assured me it was the same Old Spice shower gel he always uses. I'm not convinced. I'll have to investigate further. Every time we're apart for an extended period I always get grumpy thinking about what a drag it is that I can't see him all the time. It seems like forever before we'll finally be under the safe roof living happily ever after with our 3 darling daughters. Well, patience is something I do not have but The Knight is determined to teach me. Whatever, I just want to be able to rub that baby smooth head whenever I want and see his smile. Oh and a few kisses wouldn't be bad either.