It has been an exhausting day waiting to meet potential new talent. It was supposed to be a 2 p.m. meeting at one of my favorite coffee shops. At 2:06 p.m. I texted her to let her know we had arrived as I sat sipping my hand crafted cappuccino trying to wake for the day. At about 2:10 she rang having slept through her alarm she was calling panicked and frantic at being late for our meeting. I assured...
Beautiful Lydia and I I knew this was going to be a busy weekend but I really had no idea how tired I would be afterwards. Not knowing if Wes would be arriving by himself or if we would have an extra house guest for the weekend I stayed home on Thursday to tidy up the place a bit before they arrived. Hoping they would make it into town Sunday before my bedmate and I had to leave for our brunch plans...
It seems to be that time of year again which finds me at my birthday. I really hadn’t had anything in mind to do so my bedmate and I had a nice lunch out and a quite evening at home. You would have thought I could have found something on a Monday night to get into but honestly something low key was perfect. I did have one of the best birthday cakes I’ve had in a while. I had been wanting...
I knew my life has lacked adventure as of late and not knowing what type of adventure I needed was something even more perplexing but it’s amazing what happens when you put issues into the hands of fate. I would be wrongly assuming events this past week were to be mundane. My bedmate’s birthday was February 2nd and as much as I wanted him to have a unique and special day I just didn’t...
I can honestly say that in the past two weeks I am reconsidering my thought that I was getting ready for children. A small dose of in-law interference, the havoc it reeks on my bedmate and I’s stress level, and the tasks of dealing with a puppy are posing a real threat of stress overload. At my wits end of patience I have a moment of pure elation when Sigmund jumps in my lap, rolls over giving...
Relationships are one of the most frustrating learning experiences of life and yet I find myself constantly gravitating to enrich, nurture, and even push when they don’t want it the most. I often ask myself why I continue to fight, even with myself, for maturing the individual and relationship thinking there must be a type of masochism associated for me but in honesty I just want better for...
