Thursday, September 30, 2010
I know. We're not 80 years old. But as a couple, this is our favorite movie to watch. I was really young when it came out on TV. Lonesome Dove originally aired as a mini-series. I remember it. I've seen it many times. Both on TV, and on DVD.
Tonight, we just stood in. Had a yummy dinner. And are just relaxing. My Guy and I are getting ready to watch Lonesome Dove. Again. For the millionth time. It never gets old. It still makes for fun night. Even if our friends make fun of us.
Do you have any movies that are your "go-tos?" Your favorite movies. Or the movies that you always watch with your significant other. We usually watch this, or catch up on our favorite TV shows. I'm telling you, when we're not working, we're pretty boring. ♥
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
I just LOVE this tutorial by Carly. She does some amazing looks. Both very wearable, and high fashion. Where I'd wear this to, I don't know. But it's so fun!
Maybe I should have dressed up as Barbie for Halloween. That would been a lot of fun! Could you imagine, the cute outfit you could pair with this makeup? Oh, the possibilities!
If you liked this tutorial, you should take a look at Carly's blog too! She is so amazing. And she is very talented. I just enjoy her videos. ♥
Friday, September 24, 2010
With Marie's wedding being tomorrow, and me missing My Guy, this song came to mind. I'm in no rush to get married. Believe me! But one day, I want to be able to tell my Mom, that my groom is perfect. He won't hurt me. But he'll love me.
I know that my Mom wants me to be married. To have many, many children. To live a very happy life. But she's more than OK, with me just being happy right now. Because she knows that she has taught me right. She has taught me all of the things in life that matter.
My Mom has never met My Guy. Not face to face. But they've talked over the phone, and online. She loves him. She knows that he's a good man. A man that will never hurt me. But one that loves me, and brings comfort to my life. My Mom knows this. Because she taught me to find a good man.
And one day, Mom, I promise, your little girl will make it official. You and Dad will be there. And I know that I will be so lucky. Because I've found an amazing man to share my life with. The man that God created just for me. My Guy is amazing. He does so much to make my life good. Mom, don't you worry. I've found the man for me. ♥
Thursday, September 23, 2010
It's been a tough couple of days. But the one constant that I have, is My Guy. And this song reminds me of him. A long time ago, he told me, "We're headed for a better life. As long as we're together, it's going to be a damn good life."
Now I really know what he was talking about. No matter what happens, we have each other. Nothing else matters. We can make it through. As long as we have each other to hold onto.
He's been my rock. My soft place to fall. My comfort. When I need him, he's right here. Whether or not I ask him to be. He's a real partner in my life. Someone that is here for me in the good and the bad. He makes my life so much better. Just by being here. I hope I make his life a better place too. ♥
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Today we buried my hero. My friend. The man that I thought of as my second dad. To say that it was tough, that's an understatement. The day was so hard. The HUGE rainstorm, it was fitting. Just as we got to the cemetery, the rain came. Like the earth was also mourning for my dear friend.
Nothing was harder than watching his casket being lowered. The wave of emotion that hit me. In that instant, I was numb with emotions. Like this was the finale. Now, it was true. My friend had gone to heaven.
It was a tough day. A day of sadness. Glorious sadness. I know my friend is now an Angel. Flying high above us. No longer in pain. Not suffering. But for those of us, that loved him, the sadness is overwhelming us. We're looking for comfort. For love. And only time will bring us comfort. ♥
Monday, September 20, 2010
In December 2003, my parents went out of town. They'd left for Thanksgiving that year too. I'd spent that Thanksgiving alone. Well, with a good friend and 1 of my sisters. I made us dinner. And we just hung out. My parents were gone. With friends. They were on a trip. And failed to tell me beforehand. I found out the day before Thanksgiving. As I sat in their porch calling them.
Christmas happened the same way that year. And I was feeling bummed about Sancho. Something felt final and over between us. So I worked. My parents were gone. And I was working. Taking any gigs I could get. Freezing in the streets, as we played for different gigs. Yes, at 10PM, you'd find us playing for church events. Walking between the church and various homes. We had so many gigs! Then Joe called. He had some jobs for me. And I took them.
Well, we worked on Christmas Eve. It didn't bother me. I had no plans. And as it turned out, neither did he. So we hung out. And to my surprise, he bought me a Christmas present. Unusual. But it was a nice thought. I felt bad. I hadn't gotten him a thing. Well, besides the cookies, that I gave everyone in the band. So I invited him to dinner the next day.
I figured he'd be with family. I knew he was single. And older than me. But still, he has a big family. So I just thought he'd spend the holiday with him. No, he came over. And I cooked. We spent the holiday together. And for the next few weeks, we worked together. Spent all that time together. When we weren't working, we were hanging out. No pressure. We'd go out to dinner. Or stay in and watch movies. Listen to all kinds of music. Can you see a pattern here? To this point in my life, I'd only ever dated musicians...
Well, I moved back south and start classes in January. Because he worked on the weekends, he'd visit me during the week. And I'd visit him on the weekends. When I could. Because I was also performing during the weekends. And working at the hospital.
We dated. Became more and more serious as the months past. He showered me with gifts. And to be honest, I was uncomfortable of that. But I figured, over time, I'd get used to it. We also traveled. Went on trips together. By Summer 2004, we were serious. Working together a lot. He'd travel with me for work. And I'd travel with him. We worked all over the country. But it was a fun summer. I went to class during the week, and performed on the weekends.
The next year, was filled with fun times. We spent as much time together as we could. We worked together. Joe traveled with me. My performing career was really taking off. We spent so much time together. I was getting used to this lifestyle. We were getting used to the relationship. Spending more and more time together. Having fun. Learning more and more about each other.
My friends would all tell me how lucky I was. And I knew it. This man really loved me. He always had my back. Was doing things for me. Buying me the silliest presents. Like palm trees and paper dolls. And the most expensive. Like jewelry and clothes. We'd travel. See all sorts of new things together. And we just enjoyed each other. Enjoyed sharing dinners. Or just hanging out at home.
Then my nieces needed me. In late July 2005 our lives changed. My nieces really needed me. They needed someone to take care of them. Their mom was diagnosed with cancer. And all of a sudden, I became the sole guardian of 6 little girls. Did I mention? I also had my cousin and a friend living with me. My cousin was dealing with depression, as was my friend. Life was getting complicated!
Joe decided to move in with me. He figured that during the week, he'd help me with the girls. During the weekends, he could still travel for work. So we did that. This was the only time, that I was happy, that he had money. Serious money. Money to help support this crazy household. I had gone from living alone, to barely having a place to sleep in my own home. All of a sudden, my 3 bedroom home felt like a cramped box.
I was also working at the hospital. And at Target. I had shows to perform. Joe was working. He was running a business. During the week, he worked from my house. He's office and workspace, was also our Laundry Room. During the weekends, he was on the road. Life was ridiculously different. We had no room. But we were making it work. :)
Then Hurricane Katrina happened. One of his close friends was missing. That friend's wife and kids were stranded. So Joe went to get them. Along the way, they found his friend. He was seriously injured. And would have to stay in the south. So Joe came back. He also brought these 2 kids. Yes, add 2 more to the bunch. Oh, and Joe's niece. Who was now attending my university too!
So Joe rented the house behind mine. We put in a gate between the 2 houses. The 3 adult women, and my older 2 nieces moved in. But pretty much, they just slept there. Everyone spent time at my house. We'd eat meals together. Kids would play, homework would get done, and TV would be watched. All the little ones stayed in my house. Life was crazy. It was chaotic. Joe would make sure all the kids got to school. And the little ones, he watched. With the help of my cousin.
By November 2005, Joe's friend and wife moved. We helped them get a house, not far from mine. And they took their kids. But we still had 6 kids to take care of! And soon, I had 2 more nieces and 2 nephews that would come and go. Yes, they would spend good amounts of time with us too!
On top of this, we watched Joe's nieces and nephews on the weekends. When we could get home, we'd all go. My nieces would stay with my parents. And Joe and I would stay at his house. 95% of the time, we'd have some of his nieces and nephews. But the real thing that was bugging him, was that his niece and Sancho were dating. And they were serious!
Our relationship was changing. It was more like we were in "Survival Mode." We were parenting together. And every day was about surviving. We spent little to no time together, without the kids. It was just life. And it was busy. We were taking care of everyone. Living in too small of a space. So Joe bought a big house. We bought a big house. On a big piece of properly. More like a farm. Then I got hurt. I hurt my back really bad. And I stopped working at Target. We were in the middle of our move. I was still in school. Still in my internship. But not working. Not really performing. Just surviving.
Joe's niece and Sancho were dating. And when we moved, I let them live in my house. It was closer to the university. My friend and my cousin stayed in the rented house. So life should have calmed down. But it didn't. I was constantly worried about life. About money. About Joe. About my nieces. I never took any of Joe's money. It's a sore subject for me. But I've never felt comfortable taking money from a man. No matter if we were dating, in love, whatever. I let him pay for the girl's school. Because he wanted to do it. And he could afford it. But not much else.
But the girls also got money. Because of their mom. We used that for their food. Seriously, it wasn't a lot. And we'd put some in the bank. But Joe took care of everyone. And I was forcing myself to perform more. Bad back or not, I needed to make money.
By May 2006, we were exhausted! The girls were going to stay with my parents for the summer. And I was going to take classes and perform. I knew, in August, I was moving back home. Because my parents needed help with their growing business. My nieces' mom was doing better. But before she regained custody of the girls, she wanted me to live closer. So I could help her.
So I made all the arrangements. I took 5 big internships, up north. I talked to my professors. And I was going to be able to take all of my classes online. I was set. So when school ended for the girls and they'd gone to my parents, I tried to talk to Joe. I suggested that he should move north at the time. So we could get used to being home. In our hometown. Get ready for the next big adventure.
I was taking classes all summer. But I figured I'd spend all the weekends up north. And he could get back to normal. Have a normal life. No responsibilities. Could devote his time to his business. And in about 8 weeks, we'd be back to living together. It sounded like a good plan. But Joe wasn't on board.
That was the end! We had a horrible fight. A really nasty one. Until then, we'd really never fought. I'm serious. We'd talk things out. We didn't always agree, but we'd talk. Not this day. It got ugly. And I knew, I was done. As I turned around to leave, I was moving back to my own house, he blew it...
We were living in this big house. On a huge piece of property. A working farm. He would sell his crop. A local crop. It wasn't an animal farm. But a farm. The house was huge. The back of the house, had a huge window. The 3 story tall home, had a single huge window in the back. It looked out to the orchards.
And we had this coffee table. With a big bowl on top. That was filled with these HUGE stone balls. He picked one up and threw it. I ducked. And it shattered the glass. Luckily, we were the only ones home. And neither of us got hurt. But the window, was now in a million pieces! I'd never seen Joe mad or upset. Until that day. He'd never laid a hand on me. Never hurt me. But that, it scared the crap out of me!
I left. I didn't tell him where I was going. I just left. I ended up at a friend's house. J's. And I told him what had happened. That I'd never go back. So I stayed with J. Until I knew Joe was home. Up north. I went back to Joe's house, and I packed up all of my stuff. The girls had already moved. And I just made sure that we had all of our stuff.
A few weeks later, I called Joe's sister. Made sure Joe was gone again. And I took my stuff out of his house. The one in our hometown. I didn't take anything that he had given me. Just my stuff. Left all the expensive clothes, shoes, jewelry. Everything. I didn't want things that he had given me. I wrote him a letter and left all his keys. That was the end.
For a couple that traveled, vacationed together, even talked about marriage...it was over. Joe had already bought "The Ring." We'd talked about kids. We wanted kids together. Heck, for 9 months, we had a family. We took care of so many kids. We were a family. We had bought a home together. Now, we weren't talking.
Soon after, he and an old friend of his decided to have a baby. He wanted kids. He had always wanted kids. Joe is 15 years older than me. It had never been a problem. Until the end. Because beofre that, we'd agreed that I'd finish my BA, then get married. Wait a year or 2, then have kids. Obviously, I wasn't working fast enough.
In the end, I think we were in different places in our lives. He was ready to settle down and have a family. I was still consumed in school and a career. Also, the stresses of taking care of his family and mine, it didn't lead to a good place. About a year after our horrible fight, Joe welcomed a son into the world.
We hadn't talked. Literally, that fight was the end for me. He'd call. I didn't want to talk. He'd text me. He'd show up at my house. I never opened the door. I just wasn't ready to talk. I didn't care how sorry he was. I refused to be in a relationship like that. I knew he was upset. About the way things ended. But I couldn't deal with it.
When his son was about 6 months old, he called me. It was the only time we've talked, since our breakup. He was stressed out. He had an infant son. A son that he had wanted. One that he had planned. His friend would have his baby, then give Joe the baby. All the responsibilities. He's be the only parent. At that point, Joe was overwhelmed. He was sorry for what he did. I wanted us to be together again. He wanted a family. He needed help with his son.
I couldn't do it. Joe is the only man, that I've ever dated, that I have not remained friends with. We don't talk. I occasionally will see him. While I'm performing. Or something like that. But we don't talk. His family, they never got an explanation from me. And I felt bad about that. I did get to talk to his mom and sister. His niece and I are friends. And occasionally, the 4 of us will meet for lunch.
But this was the relationship that changed a lot for me. I grew up so much. We dated for almost 2 1/2 years. We had made so many plans. Literally, in the last few months of our relationship, we'd begun planning our wedding. I figured, I'd take the easier option of my major. I'd have about 18 months left of school. Then we'd get married.
We had talked things out. I'd stay home. I'd be that housewife and stay at home mommy. He worked from home anyway. During the week. And on the weekends, he'd continue to perform. I'd occasionally do shows. We'd have 3 or 4 kids. We had it all planned out.
But the one thing, that never mattered to us, age, became the thing that was too big to ignore. We had bottled up all of our emotions. For months. Because we had been "surviving." And when they finally had all come flying out, it was horrible. On that horrible day, there was no turning back. And honestly, I would not change a thing that happened. It made me grow. Grow into a better person.
I'm now a stronger woman. Someone that knows exactly how much I'm really willing to sacrifice for love. I know that I'll never lose myself in a relationship again. I'd never allow violence to be in my life. And I'd never in my lifetime, be that scared again. ♥
Isn't this little guy too cute? I think so. And super easy to make. As you can see, you are dressing up a store bought bear. Perfect for Halloween! And for someone who doesn't have a lot of time on their hands. You can get this pattern today at Free Crochet. It's their pattern of the day. Don't forget to check every day for a new and fun crochet pattern. ♥
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I can't help but be incredibly sad. Pretty much crushed. My hero, my mentor, my friend lost his battle yesterday. Incredibly sad. I feel so empty inside. Like a part of me is instantly missing. My Superman, he lost his fight.
He battled cancer for years. He had battled his health, his entire life. But he never gave up. Never said it was too much. And when I began my fight with "The Big C," it was my dear friend that encouraged my own fight.
I met him as a young child. Quickly he became one of my parent's best friends. And my mentor. Someone who had accomplished so much in his lifetime. He came from a small town. He went to college, and became a teacher. Never giving up on his own education, he earned his PhD. A truly amazing man.
My friend was also a family man. A father of 2. Was married for the second time. Completely in love with his wife. He loved his grandchildren. And his stepchildren. He was devoted to his family. And that, I learned. Family always comes first. He taught me that.
He was also a devoted man. To the church. He loved his God. As I love God. Church made him happy. He enjoyed religion. He enjoyed everything about the church. And that, we shared. We'd talk about church. I'd send him various religious articles, symbols, and cards. We have a love for our Lord, that is an unbroken bond. A forever love.
My dear friend was my hero. My Superman. He taught me that nothing is ever out of reach. With plenty of hard work and persistence, you can get there. You can accomplish all of your goals. It just takes hard work. He had a dream to own a home, near the mountains. One of those expensive ones. About 10 years ago, he accomplished that. I remember the first time I visited. And we sat looking at the mountains and the stars. He also held an important job. One that took his entire career to get to. But one that he was so proud of.
He wasn't just a casual meeting. A chance friend. Someone that passes through your life. My friend had a HUGE impact on my life. He changed the direction I would take. The way I look at life. Even the man, that I allowed myself to fall in love with. Yes, my friend encouraged me to love My Guy. He knew it was important to have a life partner.
As incredibly sad as I am, I'm grateful. This amazing man was in my life. For 20 years. He changed me. He taught me. He allowed me to grow. He made my life better. And he taught me how to live. I'll never forget those things. Ever! Because that's how special he was.
My friend will always have a HUGE place in my heart. Thinking about him, brings a smile to my face. Those familiar hugs, I will miss them. I'll miss talking about life. His encouraging words. And his kind heart.
As hard as my own battle with "The Big C" has been, I will never give up. I've learned that from this man. To never give up. You never know what God has planned for you. Or what lies in your future.
On this day. The day when my heart is heavy with grief, I pray. I pray that my friend no longer has to suffer. That he gets to dance with the angels. Eat all the yummy food his heart desires. That he longer has to feel the pain that he lived with. And that my dear Lord has opened the Gates of Heaven to him. ♥
Today some good friends of mine, are getting married. And I'm singing in the wedding. I'm really excited too! I get to sing some of my favorite music. And I get to be with some of my favorite people. What more could you ask for?
It seems like a long time coming. But who am I to judge on these things. My Guy is yet to meet my parents. But it's funny. I remember when Sancho, Gabe, and Linda moved. We became even better friends with Jav. He started dating his bride shortly after.
Today is just an exciting day! A day when 2 people commit themselves to one another. It's so special. And I'm so glad that they asked me to be a part of it. We've become such great friends. And I wish them such a happy life. Filled with love and happiness. Congrats! ♥
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Today is going to be insanely busy! I'm performing with my friends. For El Grito de Dolores. It's well over 24 hours of performing. And in the middle of all of that, we're going to have Mariella's Birthday dinner. :)
But as busy as we're going to be, I'm very excited! Because I miss Mariachi performing. The hardcore stuff. You know, getting out and performing for hours and hours. In the middle of a fiesta. Up close to people. I've missed that. And I'm very excited for today and tomorrow!
And I'm just as excited about being with my friends again. I hope the weather holds out. But if it doesn't, I'm sure we'll still have a good time. And I'm really excited about seeing some of my favorite kiddos. They're always so fun to hangout with! ♥
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I would LOVE to make this sweater for Sarita. She is so tiny. And girly. Oh, she is so girly! And I know that she would love this! Especially for her next, and hopefully, last stay in the hospital. My Goddaughter likes to wear things that I make her. Recently, she told me that the sweaters I make her, keep her extra warm. Made me smile. :)
I'm positive that Emma would look like a cutie pie too! And so would Maribel. I guess this Nana better get crocheting. Winter clothing is always so fun to make. Especially for sweet little girls. And I know that these little girls, like to wear the things I make them.
That always makes me, want to make them more. Because they love the things I make them. And they get so excited with their new clothes! We're not even going to talk about how excited I get, to make them new stuff. It's a win-win situation! ♥
Monday, September 13, 2010
We met when I was a freshman in college. He was incredibly polite. You could tell that his momma had raised him right. He always made it a point to talk to me. We'd see each other in rehearsals and around campus. But we never really talked. It was more like a friendly "Hi" when we'd see each other. But no hanging out. No real conversations. He invited me to his house a few times. To "Jam Sessions." I just never went.
Until the late Spring of 2003. I don't really know how it happened. Or when I let my guard down. But I did. And we started hanging out more and more. We'd go to his house and watch movies. He'd play the guitar. We'd sing together. Just hang out. Like typical musicians.
And I'd cook for us at my house. Just hanging out. Casually dating. Not telling anyone though. As you will see in later weeks, this has become a pattern with me. Keeping my relationships on the "DL." But for this relationship, at the time, it was the best decision for us.
We spent the entire summer hanging out. I'd go watch him "gig" and he'd go watch me. Pretty much every day, we'd have dinner together. While I went to class, he worked. And evenings and nights were spent just hanging out.
When classes started up again, it became a bit more complicated. We'd flirt in front of people. More like he'd flirt, I'd blush. But no one knew the truth. OK, so one of our professors/friends sorta figured it out. It was pretty obvious. If you were paying attention...
Beyond our professor, Sancho told one friend. And I told one friend. And it stayed like that. At school, we'd casually talk. Just like friends. But we'd spend every evening together. Well, when my rehearsals, and our classes permitted. We'd catch Saturday breakfasts together. It seemed to be a good day to just hangout. And it was something we'd both look forward to. :)
Yes, we worked in close quarters. But we tried to keep things under wraps. Why? I'm not sure. It seemed like a good idea. At least, at the time. We went to conferences together. And performances. But we kept our distance.
The only slip ups we ever had, were actually hilarious! It always seemed like when I was late, he was late. I'd be running in the back down. Completely flustered. And he'd be casually walking through the front door. Not a care in the world. That was us. We'd get that look. Like "What's Going On?" He'd throw a devilish smile. Shrug his shoulders. And pull his hat a little lower. I'd try to explain why I was late. I doubt anyone ever believed us. Which was funny. Because it was true.
Another time, I was seriously late. Like 45 minutes. I came running in, and it was so hot inside! Probably because I had just run 3 miles. And worked out for 2 hours. I was also dressed in 2 layers of clothes. Because it was wintertime. I had on a tank top and shorts on. And to get from the gym to school, I put on a jogging suit. When I got inside, I swear the heater was on full blast. It was at least 80 degrees inside.
I contemplated what to do. I couldn't concentrate on our class. But I knew if I took off my pants, I'd get some crazy looks. Never mind that it was so hot. And that I had on shorts underneath. So I stood there. Just trying to get through my class. After an hour, I couldn't deal. And I took off my jacket...
Sancho, he fell down. Literally! And all I heard was "Woah!" And that too familiar whistle. I wanted to crack up. To at least turn around and see if he was OK. But I didn't. I couldn't. I'd give everything up. Later, we laughed about this. Because it was funny. And I'm pretty sure, by this time more people were figuring out our dating situation.
And me, I'm sure I sucked at keeping things on the "DL." Because he'd get me all flustered. I couldn't sing or play in front of him. Forget forming sentences. More than once, I lost my train of thought, mid conversation! People would ask me what was going on. I'd just shrug and say I had no clue. But the reality was, he made me nervous!
Sancho and I got more serious after I had a serious accident. I had totalled out my car. And honestly, I was lucky to have walked away. It happened on the highway. And I was at least 16 hours late getting home. Because I was scared to drive. But my Dad put me in his truck, and sent me off. It took me almost 6 hours, to make a 3 hour drive.
When I got home that night, Sancho was waiting for me. I could barely move. I was so sore. Everything hurt. I was an emotional wreck. He was there for me. Later that week, my auntie past away. Again he was there for me. That entire week, he would stay with me. Whenever we weren't in school, he was with me. He'd take me to school and rehearsals. And in the evenings/nights he would stay with me. Make sure I was OK. Make sure I was eating. And he'd let me cry.
We were really close. And it was nice, to finally be in a decent and serious relationship. We spent as much time as we could together. Even to the point were he'd bring me lunch on Wednesdays. When I didn't have a break between classes. So we'd have a quick, 10 minute lunch under the trees. It was everything that a "college relationship" should be. Fun, easy, and full of life.
As quickly and unexpectedly as it started, it ended. I'm thinking, at some point, the secrecy of our relationship, killed our relationship. We had a big performance before our Christmas break. And like usual, we stayed separate from one another. Afterward, we did go out. With his friends. Friends away from school. And it felt so good. Like things were finally falling into place. Like it was right. Like maybe, this was going to last.
But in the morning, after everything was behind us, and we were back to school...we were back to staying apart. It was tough. I knew we both wanted to just be happy. And not worry about what other people thought. But his job, sorta depended and flourished, because he was single. Not so good when we were dating...
Well, we finished the semester. And we actually spent a few days in town. Dating. Being "normal." Because no one else was in town. And really enjoying it. We wanted for this to work. Because we made each other better. He encouraged me to be more outgoing, like him. To enjoy life. And I kinda mellowed him out. Made him a bit more responsible. And taught him a lot about life too. We were just compliments to each other. Were one of us lacked, the other made up.
It was nice to be with someone who shared my same values and morals. We could have a good time. Laugh at ourselves. Jam to our music. Just have a good time. But the break from school, lead to the breakup. Although we drove together to my hometown, but in our own cars, that was the last we seen of each other. For our Christmas break. He went his way, and I went mine.
Life got busy. I went to work. And he went to work. Performing in different groups. Living in different cities. Living our separate lives. As easily as we started dating, 7 months later, we just stopped dating. No reasons. No real explanations. No official "Break Up Talk."
We're still friends. Good friends. Between December 2003 and July 2006, we didn't talk much. Mostly our conversations were about gigs or friends. Never just the 2 of us. We'd see each other at school, and we'd say Hi. But that wasn't often. But in 2006, when I moved back up north, I lived with Sancho. He was such a good friend.
We lived together for 9 months or so. It was right when "The Big C" roared it's ugly head. He was so good and supportive. Making sure I got to doctor's appointments. Helping me to work. Yes, more than once, he'd drive me the hour to work. Because of snow, it was more like 2 hours. And he'd drive me. He took care of me when I was sick. I'm pretty sure we watched every episode of Gilmore Girls, Sex in the City, Friends, etc. We'd watch all my favorite shows and movies. I'd cook for him. We just made it work. And I think, had I stayed longer, or hadn't been sick, we would have dated again.
But life had other plans for me. And in May 2007, I moved home. After a long internship, battling health issues, and helping my parents with their business. Sancho and I are still really close. We talk at least once a week. We still perform gigs together. To me, it's important to keep him as a good friend. We've been through a lot. Both good and bad. He's been an amazing friend to me. And I would never want to lose a dear friend like him. ♥
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I seen this pattern at Free Crochet today. And it reminded me of my friend Sandy. She LOVES sunflowers! I mean really loves them! I think this would be a fun blanket to make. Whether for myself or as a gift. It's one of those projects that might take a little bit of time. But it would feel so good to complete it. Because it's like a little work of art. Don't forget to download the pattern today. ♥
Sunday, September 5, 2010
I'm going to revisit the Short And Sweet Child's Cardigan. I found this pattern well over a year ago. I've made 2. One pink, and one dark maroon. Both came out adorable! Then I forgot about this pattern.
But it's so easy. And very cute. I want to make my Goddaughters each a sweater. They love the things I make. And I think they would really enjoy a cute cardigan. Like I said, this pattern is really easy. One sweater only took me about 2 hours. Now I just need to go buy some yarn. ♥
Saturday, September 4, 2010
On Thursday, My Guy planned an amazing "Date Night" for us. We're in Atlanta this weekend. And it's incredibly hot here! It's the South. That means craziness when it comes to the weather! But we really did enjoy the evening.
The 2 of us rarely, if ever, just go out. It's tough. He's got to find a little restaurant. Where nobody really goes. He still has to disguise himself. The whole thing. It's a lot to just go out. Even for pizza and a movie. So we stay in. Hangout in our pjs, eat dinner, and watch a good movie.
But not last night. Last night, we had a nice night out. We got dressed up, so unusual for us. And we went out to dinner. A nice dinner. Many, many courses. I haven't had that much food in forever! And it was absolutely delicious!
Do you want to talk about the dessert? That alone, could have been our meal! A plate of mini desserts surrounded a HUGE chocolate sundae. How does this happen? We definitely ate until nothing else would fit in our bellies! But our dessert looked like we hadn't touched it!
Then we went for a nice stroll around the city. It was beautiful. To be honest, I'm yet to find a Southern city that isn't beautiful! I should have moved years and years ago! At night, the city just glowed. It had a different energy. So exciting. Rich in history.
We ended our night with an old movie. Not sure where this movie theater was, I'm not familiar with Atlanta. But we got to see an old movie. This theater was like stepping into the past. It was gorgeous. Rich in architecture and history. We got to see one of my favorite movies, An Affair to Remember.
It was magical! I guess, sometimes I forget that we're a couple. A dating couple. You know, because we are so busy in life. We have so much on our plates. We both work long hours. And it's hard for us to go out on "normal dates." I think we also forget that we're a young couple. We should be out having fun. Enjoying life. But Thursday night, it was definitely an amazing night. I need to remember, to plan nights like that in the near future. ♥
Friday, September 3, 2010
My Guy has to work on Halloween, but we're going to have a party that night. And we're actually pretty excited about it. Because we never do things like this. You know how our life is. We're usually working. Or trying to stay out of the "Public Eye."
So what are we going to dress up like? Jeannie and Major Nelson! Yes, how fun is that going to be? I Dream of Jeannie is actually on of my favorite shows. :)
And they are the cutest little couple!
And I really like this costume. I'm not one for "Showing Skin." Well, other than for work. When I have to. But I have a soft spot for genies. When I was 5 years old, my Mom made me a gorgeous costume. Then between the ages of 10 and 25, I was a genie another 4 times. :) My Mom made all of my costumes!
This is the cutest costume that I could find. And it's not too trashy. Just cute.
And we're going to use this as inspiration. Cole is making our costumes. :)
I'm really excited! This is going to be a fun Halloween.
I'm really excited! I already have the gold high heeled shoes/sandals.
It's funny. Because My Guy is the one that suggested this idea. While I was watching an episode of I Dream of Jeannie.
I think it's going to be a lot of fun! I've never dressed up as a couple. Ever! In Mariachi, the BBs, and the LBs, I've had to dress up. We'd pick a theme. Because we always had to perform on Halloween. So it was like group costume. You know things like The Wizard of Oz or Flappers/Zoot Suit guys.
This year, our gigs are a week earlier. And I'm really excited about that! Because we have Halloween off. I honestly haven't had a Halloween of since I was in High School. Then we'd have a game to cheer at. I just can't wait to get our costumes from Cole. I know they are going to be amazing! ♥
Thursday, September 2, 2010
It's funny. My Guy was asked about kids earlier this week. As in...when is he going to have his own? Well, no one outside of his friends and family, some of my friends, and my Mom, know that we're dating. So his answer made me laugh.
You see, we've been together for almost 2 1/2 years now. We're so happy! And he is my entire world. Yes, My Guy is pretty amazing! And I LOVE him with all of my heart and soul. Yes people, when we're not together, I physically miss him. Being around him. Hearing his voice. The entire works. What I hear, he's pretty miserable without me too.
But the 2 of us, we aren't very sure about marriage. It's kind of funny. And kind of not. But we just haven't known many people that have been happily married...and who have really lasted over time. Well, besides our grandparents. And neither of us are convinced about getting married. Because, we are in a more committed relationship, than most of our married friends and family.
But it's still been nearly 2 1/2 years. And we've talked a lot. About lots of things. We share everything in our lives together. We love each other more than words can say. So the topic of kids has come up, a few times...
When my best friend called me about to die, I knew My Guy must have said something good. And he sure did. Something like..."I'm ready for some kids. I think it's the biggest accomplishment in the world to have a couple of kids. And ya know, raise 'em right. I guess I just need to get on it. Right? That's what they say. You just need to get on it and get-r-done."
Made me laugh. Because it's just him. And it's just us. That's what we want. To have a family. I'm not so sure about "jumping on it." Or what his exact words were. But I know what he was talking about.
I know that one day, we will have a couple of "blue eyed babes" of our very own. Let's just say, the blue eyes run on both his and my sides of the family. But when the time is right, I know God will send us a special bundle to love, grow, and protect. Until then, we're just happy to babysit. ♥
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Yes folks, I took the plunge. I signed up for Facebook. What do I mean by "New Facebook." Well, I had a Facebook page a few years ago. And because none of my friends had pages, and I just didn't get into it, I never used it. Short version of the story. I forgot my password. And what e-mail address I used for it...
Blah, blah, blah. Well, after using a friend's Facebook the other day, I decided it was time to sign up for a brand new one. Mostly because I want to catch up with some old friends. But I still want to be anonymous. Well, as anonymous as one can be. So my page is set to private. And now, I don't know if I should really contact my old friends or not. I guess time will just tell.
My current friends, well none of them have Facebook. We all got on MySpace at the same time. Then we forgot about it after a year or so. Now we're on twitter. And many of my friends are expanding to blogs. So we'll just have to see what my new Facebook page has in store for me. ♥
Well, Katja has hit 303 followers. So she is hosting a giveaway. Isn't that really sweet? Maybe I should do something like that. Well, if I had more subbies. :)
The giveaway prizes include a cute hand decorated journal, a pinwheel brooch, and a cupcake charm. So cute!
So I would say, head over to Maedchenmitherz. Look around. It's a cute blog. Maybe you might also want to follow it. And then, enter her giveaway! ♥