Obviously, it is the day before a 3 day weekend.

I mean really, that last post? WoW, that's what I'm doing right now! That is between writing out my list of stuff I need for my camping trip, gossiping with co-workers and snacking in the break room. I think I answered the phone once this morning...maybe, it rang once, I can't quite remember if I answered it or someone else did?

On this note, I am leaving to go camping this afternoon so stop readying my blog and, as the Simpson's said (paraphrased of course because I don't remember the exact quote), "Go enjoy your country's independence by blowing up a small part of it!"

Do you ever?

Run your hand across your chin and feel one of those stiff little black chin hairs? And then, for the rest of the day, you can't force yourself not to keep touching it? Because all you want to do it pluck it, but you are at work, with no tweezers...and your car tweezers have gone MIA...so you just keep touching it to make sure it's still there?

Just making sure I'm not the only one...

Since when did Corporate America get to decide if I should or shouldn't be eating those donuts?

The other day on my way to work I was (for once) running a little early, and I was hungry, so instead of going and getting something healthy to eat, I decided to go get Krispy Kreme donuts for me for my work. I pull up to my local Krispy Kreme and pull in to the drive through. I pull up to the speaker to place my order and look up to notice the menu is missing. Well shit! How am I going to order if I don't know what to order? I sit there waiting for the magical donut fairy on the other end to ask me what I want. As I'm sitting there, I start thinking to myself: Mmmm, those buttery yummy donuts will taste so good. I wonder how many I can eat before I get to work. I wonder if I should even bother bringing any into my work. But I can't buy a dozen for myself. Well, ok, I COULD. But I shouldn't. Gosh, this is taking a long time. They must be busy. I wonder where their menu is. It's probably got vandalized and is out getting repaired or something. Mmmm, donuts. Geesh, ok, this really is taking a long time." Finally I speak up, "Hello? Hello?" Ugg, by this point I am no longer early so I decide that I don't really need the donuts and pull forward to drive out of the drive-thru.

And it's also not until I pull up and drive past the pick-up window that I see this sign: " Sorry for the inconvenience but this Krispy Kreme location has closed." Hmmm, I guess the missing menu makes a little more sense now. All in all, I probably sat there for like 5 minutes. And when I mentioned this episode to some friends, they were like, 'duh, it's been closed for like a month!"

I wonder how many other people have done this? I wonder if they ever considered putting the stupid fucking sign on the speaker where you place your order?

Ok, seriously, just one more thing

Do you ever learn something, that isn't really THAT big of a deal, or really important in any way whatsoever, but it just kind of blows your mind and you can't stop going 'OMG, I can't believe that"?

I'm not gonna reveal what it is (to drive you all a little crazy thinking about what it MIGHT be), but this happened to me last night. And I'll give you a small hint: it's amazing how small of a world it is, and you never know who is gonna end up knowing who.

Oh, by the way...

Shit, my 26th birthday is in 10 days. Totally came out of nowhere!

Kind of a big thing. Maybe. I think. I don't know. I am pretty sure it is though.

There has been an interesting development on the Memphis front. So I realize I don't talk about him as much as ya'll would like, but it's because I'm not entirely sure what to talk about. But I'll try. This is all new to me, and I'm not entirely sure how to handle it or if I really even need (or want) to do anything more than I am.

Memphis and I see each other 1-2 times a week. We really don't do anything except...well...each other. And talk. We talk a lot. We have dinner sometimes, we don't others. Not exactly what I would call a relationship, but on that note, it's actually the exact kind of relationship I want right now. To spend the time I want/can with someone who excites me and entices me, physically and mentally. I don't want the humdrum of every day life with someone, I don't want to wash his clothes, or deal with his bad moods. I have enough dirty laundry on my own! At least not yet. Up until very recently I wasn't even sure I wanted him to sleep over. I've always slept by myself, and on the few occasions I sleep with someone else in the same room, let alone the same bed, I don't sleep well. But a few weeks ago, he came over on a Saturday night. This is the only night that we CAN really spend together because Sunday morning is the only morning that neither of us has to work (he works Tues-Sat, I work Mon-Fri). Back on track here, he came over a few weeks ago on a Saturday night. We did what we do (each other) and we spent a few hours talking and cuddling, then, well, we did what we do again, and then we laid there in each other's arms (ahhhh, I know) and fell asleep. A little while later I woke up randomly and was sneaking out of bed to turn off some lights I had left on, assuming that maybe he would just stay the night, but when I got back in bed he woke up and said he had to go. This has honestly been the only night I was disappointed he left. I was really looking forward to him sleeping over. Not really sure why, like I said, I don't sleep all that well when someone else is in my bed, but something about taking that next step of staying the whole night was something that would have been a perfect ending to that night. But nope, he went home. Which was fine, because it meant I actually got a decent nights sleep.

Fast forward to this weekend. We haven't seen each other all that much because I've been on vacation, he's been spending his weekends out of town kayaking and his weeks staying in the town he works in (he works about 45 minutes from where we live and to save money on gas from commuting, he's been crashing at his dad's house during the weeks). Come Saturday, we hadn't talked (texted...is really mostly all we do when we are apart) since the prior Sunday. It was partially because I was busy, and partially because I was half seeing if he would touch bases with me, since it is almost always me getting in touch with him to hang out. Come Saturday night I went to the Rodeo with a friend and shortly after getting there I got a text message from him asking if I was busy...I wrote back saying I was but I might be up for a late night booty call if he was. He was...so around midnight he came over. We stayed up until about 3am, when we drifted off to sleep. Around 5 I woke up and he was still there. I snuck out of bed to close the blinds and totally expected him to roll over and say he had to go, but instead when I crawled back in bed he just wrapped his arms around me, mumbled something about getting to play with a certain part of my anatomy that he likes very much all morning and then go boating at the kayak park, then drifted off to sleep again. I honestly laid there for probably 45 minutes thinking to myself "he's not really gonna stay the night, is he? He's gonna really wake up any moment and leave...any minute...nope, not yet...maybe I should go to sleep?"I finally fell back asleep for a few hours, rolled over, woke him up for a little morning delite, then let him go play with his kayaks for the rest of the day while I went back to sleep. So there it is, he stayed the night. It's kind of a big thing. But I'm not really sure what exactly it means. And I'm not about to ask him, because I kind of like things exactly as they are.

Letting Dallas redeem himself...just a little bit

I haven't written about the going on's of my bedroom too much lately. Obviously, being out of town as much as I have been, things have been a little slower than normal in that department. I am still seeing Memphis. Quite a bit. Well, not that much, but 1-2 times a week. I like him. A lot. But we are keeping things as is right now, casual and fun. Because that works for us. For now. But we will leave that for a whole 'nother post when I am ready to dive into that.

On that note, I have still been seeing (or trying to see) Dallas once in a while. I actually haven't seen him since the night this happened. But we've been playing text-tag for a few weeks...The reality that is my life is that I didn't date or ANYTHING for a very long time. And I'm not ready to settle down with someone, I want to enjoy, and explore, different people. Everyone has their good (and their bad) and I kind of hope I can learn something about myself from the different people in my life (this includes these guys, and everyone else in my life!). Sooo, before I left for vacation Dallas and I were going to hang out one night. He ended up never showing up, which was fine because honestly I was too busy to see him, and didn't actually notice he was 'late' until like 2 hours after he was supposed to show up. So I sent him a text message giving him a hard time about it and it turns out he passed out (asleep) after work. Anywho, we were going to hang out on Sunday night when he got back from camping and I sent him a message about an hour before he was going to come over to see if he could come a little later. He wrote back saying "4sure, why what's up?"

Me: not much, just had to do something today and took me longer than I thought
Him: You sure you want to hang out tonight?
Me: Yeah, why, do you?
Him: Truthfully I am pretty tired but I don't want to flake on you again.
Me: You know what, no worries, lets do it another night
Him: Ok, you sure?
Me: Yeah, I kind of in a shitty mood anyways and not really up for it.

So, I didn't really mention it, but I was in fact in a very shitty mood. I'm not going to go into details because I am over it now, but I was pissed off about something on Sunday and really just wanted to mope around and be pissy.

Then my phone rang. It was Dallas calling. When I answered he was like "Are you sure you're ok? What's going on?" So I tried to skate around it and not really tell him what was going on. But he wasn't gonna have any of that. He kept probing until I dished about what I was in a pissy mood about. And it was kind of nice. I've never been in a relationship, not that I am in anyway in a relationship with him, where you just talk about your shit, the good, bad and ugly. And it was kind of nice. And even though Dallas is a Bush loving red-neck, he really is a decent guy. So I just thought I would give him a chance to redeem himself a little bit after my last post about him.