Here I sit. In a quite hotel room, while the babe naps in the pack-n-play, which is wedged between the mini-fridge and the cupboards of the kitchenette -which I suppose I should feel lucky to have.
The internet in this place takes me back, right back, to roughly 1997. When I had a juno email account, and would email my Aunt Sandee back and forth about the boy I liked in 1997. I can practically hear the dial up noises as I type.
I am tired, but not the normal type of tired. I'm the type of tired that you feel when you are staring ahead at a big challenge and thinking, do I really have the energy I need to do this?
And I think I said the wrong thing earlier to a person. Not the wrong thing as in I have to apologize or wonder if she was offended, not like that, the wrong thing as in: I often volunteer too much information to people forgetting that they just don't care/ need to know.
I should work on overcoming that.
Speaking of that boy I liked back in 1997, he had this annoying habit of sighing all the time. Mostly to communicate some kind of problem he was having. He also pulled on his neck a lot. Just to tick me off I think. I hate when people pull on their necks.
I have no idea why that came to my head just now. Hmm.... I have been rereading the Pioneer Woman's Black Heels to Tractor Wheels again. Mostly because I so seriously identify with the story. (Also because, hello, slow as death internet connection. Urgh.) But, mostly because her story and my story basically parallel. Beginning with the matching initial of the guy who was the four year long boyfriend, who ultimately "just didn't get it." And ending with the smokin' hot cowboy who is everything manly and masculine and perfect. Reading about him is like reading about Hubby.
*Sigh* <------ Not a tired sigh, by the way, but one akin to a teenage girl head-over-heels-in-love-with-a-boy-who-just-smiled-at-her kind of a sigh.
So, so glad for this man in my life. And so, so glad that I get to be with him.
And on a side note: We recently drove past Ree's neck of the woods. I wish we were real friends, and I could have stopped in and had some of her mashed potatoes. They're basically a heart attack waiting to happen, but BOY do they look good!
I think that's enough rambling for today.