I'd Forgotten What I'd Been Looking For

From Dani The Great, a suggestion on a blog topic:

"Beginning and sustaining a relationship while maintaining a challenging illness."

FIRST of all, this is one hell of a challenge, because I write SOUTHERN HUMOR-type blogs. This topic sounds about as funny as a root canal.

At any rate, I view this as a challenge. So, here goes:

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So, I met this dude...

...when I was a baby.

Our fathers once worked together and our parents were friends with each other.

I hung around his sister because we were in the same grade. I had no idea that he was actually my age, and the sister was older than me. So, I viewed him as 'my friend's annoying little brother.'

Fast-forward to modern times...

I added him on Facebook and then pretty much ignored him. I remembered him as he was when he was a little boy and hadn't seen him since WELL before puberty.

He messaged me a few times, etc., but nothing much came of it.

One day, my WONDERFUL friend, who knows this guy well, told me to give him a chance. I resisted a bit, but gave in.

WTF was I thinking when I was ignoring him all this time?!

He took me out on an amazing, romantic first date and we hit it off instantly. That poor guy, he's not gonna be able to get rid of me. He's been claimed. And, I suspect, he's pretty damn OK with it. He's already been to my family reunion AND met Dani The Great, and he hasn't run off screaming into the night, so he's not easily scared off.

That said...

He had no idea I have Multiple Sclerosis before we went out. And, frankly, I had to ask him (Hereby referred to as 'Hot Mess', a name my MADD BFFs have coined for him, because they think he's hot and has to put up with my mess) when and how he found out about the MS. His reaction was so minimal that I didn't even remember telling him.

He told me that, as long as I take my meds, he's totally cool with it all. He even said he'd take care of me if it ever came to that.

Considering the fact that I needed a cane to walk about two months ago and quickly eliminated my use/need for said cane, I don't foresee me needing ANYONE to take care of me ANYTIME soon. I'm much too stubborn and independent for that crap. Also, as I've said to more than one person... There is a lot to be said for prayer and steroids.

It's nice to have someone to remind me to take my meds, though, as I tend to be a forgetful soul.

What was I talking about again?

Oh, yeah...

Hot Mess.

As much as I hold dear my ability to rely on myself, I have to admit that it's awful damn nice to have someone to lean on in my dark, weak moments. I'm not sure humans, in general, are meant to walk this world alone. I have a big ass load to carry (y'all don't be thinking I'm talking about my ACTUAL ASS, smartasses) and having someone to help me tote all this is pretty sweet.

My basic take on the whole thing is this:

If someone TRULY cares about you, it doesn't matter WHAT is wrong with you. All that person sees is what is RIGHT with you.

Fat, Happy, and F F F Freezing!

I can never manage to get my pool all the way clear, no matter what I try.

However, today, I got it as clear as I could today, and Garrett and I decided to jump in.



HOLY CRAP, THAT WATER IS STILL COLD!!!



Even Garrett got right back out, and that says a lot! That kid will swim in water til he gets hypothermia. Boys always act like they aren't cold, anyway. It's how they show toughness, I guess. Either way, he lasted about ten minutes in the pool and declared he'd rather watch TV.

Taking advantage of the fact that I already had my suit on, I decided to lay out and get some good ole' Vitamin D. It felt good, and it was pretty relaxing. I started thinking, though...

A lot of commercials talk about "fitting into your bikini for summer." I have a bikini. I can fit into it.
The thing I would be most concerned about is how many children would run away from me, screaming, covering their eyes. haha




Screw this, I'm going to go watch TV.

The price of beauty. About 14 bucks.

Lately I've been broke. And, by 'lately', I mean for the last few years.

This past year, however, I had been splurging on getting blonde foil highlights.

They looked pretty damn good. I miss them.
It took almost $200 each time to get that done. Not anyone can pull off blonde highlights on hair that's almost black, not without making the hair look like red Georgia clay.

HOWeverrrr... I don't really have the funds for such a splurge, so I had to resort to doing them myself at home and getting Supercuts haircuts.

Yes, I am still pouting.

At any rate, here I sit with "Step Two" in my hair. I did the all-over color day before yesterday and I'm just getting around to doing the highlights. Damn, how I miss going to Stella Nova.


I have a few more minutes to go, but I know it won't be that fabulous blonde that only the expert stylist can achieve. I just don't have that luxury this week.
I had to do SOMETHING, since my grays were staring back at me in the mirror.

I was just thinking... Isn't it funny how long women take to put on their makeup, to achieve the 'natural look'?

Anyway, I just got out of the shower and dried my hair. Meh. Nothing like mousy brown with streaks of Georgia clay.


Guess I'll have to go to Maybelline and get my 'natural face' on.

Day 29/30: In This Past Month, What Have You Learned, and What Is Your Favorite Song?

So, it has taken me two flippin' months to do a 30 day challenge.

I have learned nothing important.

I already knew I was a professional procrastinator.



I have learned that my fake nails are entirely too long and it has been seriously affecting my typing speed.



And so... for your listening pleasure... a song for people who procrastinate... Loser... LOL!

There's no 27, so...

Since in my original '30 Days Of Blogs' had no number 27, I'm gonna just ignore it.

So... I'm gonna do this one:
Day Twenty eight - A picture from you last year, and now. What has changed since then?

Last year, I was about ten pounds lighter. So, yeah... I'm not a fan of that topic, either.

Today's a dud. Maybe I shouldn't be blogging at near midnight after a looooong day. I'm gonna have to sleep on this...

Day 26: What Do I Think About My Friends?

My friends are very patient folk.



I often flake out on stuff bc of laziness or health or just forgetting all about what I was supposed to be doing.

This morning, I flaked out on a lunch with the girls because I fell asleep. I really missed out bc those chicks be CRAZY! They are fun people. I'm blessed, even though I'm sure they talked much smack about me while I was lyin around on my big ass.


Speaking of forgetfulness...

I think I can honestly blame this one on the MS attack and the meds I'm taking for it. I forgot my beloved pockabook at the barber shop yesterday.



At first, I was afraid I had left it at the park. You never know what kind of people are hanging around in parks... creepy dog walkers, hiking hippies, perverts, perverted hiking hippie dogs...

However, my very smart boyfriend, X (pictured below in all his smart-ness)


was pretty sure of himself that I had actually left it at the barber shop. But, when I had finally figured out my pockabook was missing, it was after it had done closed and I had to flippin' wait.

So, this morning at 7:56, I called up to the barber shop and Lo and Behold, my purse was there! Yay!
Now Mama can git her nails did...

Day 25: What You Would Find In My Bag