I'm so lucky..

...to have the man i do. He treats me like a princess in every way imaginable. He is there when I need a shoulder to lean on, he offers help whenever I need it in the slightest. He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he makes me happy. He completes me, like a piece of me that was gone, is now present and accounted for.

He gave me the most beautiful jewelry a few nights ago. He bought it from my favorite jewelry store, Helzburg Diamonds. He knew exactly what I would like, and got it. I don't know how he did it, but it is just another example of how well we read each other, like books. Oh lord, how I love that man with all my heart and soul. He has captured every part of me, if he was to disappear for some reason, I don't know if I could back to living life the way I was before he came into it.

I used to have myself blocked off to the world, emotionally and social (in a wide aspect). I didn't allow myself to feel, or do anything besides automatically go through my days. Since Jeff has come into my life, things have been so new to me in the way of feeling again, of paying attention to the world.

I know to the reader that this must sound obscene and downright crazy stalker speak, but it's what I feel. I can not put into words just how much he means to me, and how our relationship is. So this is my feeble attempt and writing something of how I feel.

I am so lucky to have this kind of man already!!

I got this from a bullitin from cherrytap, and as I read each one, I knew that my man, (the one that makes me complete, my true love) does these all already, and that I am so lucky to have him in my life and that I have his love forever and ever, as he has mine.

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Title: A real boyfriend follows these:


- Hug her dont make her hug you .
- Sneak up behind her
- Grab her by the waist
- tell her shes beautiful
- tell her she has amazing eyes
- when your friends walk by say this is my girlfriend
- Say i love you to her face not over the phone or myspace , or Cherrytap ....saying it over the net renders it meaningless
- if shes sad take her in your arms and tell her everything will be okay
- kiss her on the forehead
- when you walk with her walk slowly
- Tickle her even when she says stop
- Dont say i love you Unless you Mean It.

Money.. Or lack thereof

How come socialites like Paris Hilton and others like her have all the money that they could want without having to work for it, but people like myself can bust our butts day in and day out and still barely keep our heads above the surface??

For once, I would love to buy something small when I feel like it, or get a hair cut more then once or twice a year. For once, I would like to buy clothes not off the clearance rack, or buy at the retail store instead of the consignment outlet. For that matter I would love to just be able to buy clothes when I need them, not six months later.

For once, I would love to feel like a woman, not a chick wannabe. I never have had a manicure, a professional hair coloring, or an professional eyebrow shaping. It's out of my league finacially speaking. Sometimes I feel that I will never be able to get these things done, that others take for granted as part of thier routine physical care.

Not only do i wish I had the money and means for those things, I wish I could afford to do things, go places. Give something to my grandparents orphanage. Buy toys for the children's hospital. Something for the community. Get my dental work done (after paying the bill collectors for the 178 dollar bill I have had their for two years).

If I had money, I would buy my mom her dream house. I would buy my man anything he dreamed of having. (That would be kind of hard, because if he wants something, he usually gets it for himself). I would buy myself the beginnings of my own business.

I hate having a bank account forever in the hole. Having a gas tank on E, (like now), and not being able to fill it. I hate not going to class sometimes, so that I can make money to pay the bills. Sometimes I don't go though, and say I do, and just sit at the libary on campus. Or walk the mall. Or not going because of the E on my gas gauge.

At least I have a family, a loving devoted, doting man, healthy pets, and a job with a roof over my head. That's something, more then some have. I guess I shouldn't complain as much..

90's music

Okay, I am not ashamed to admit it like many other people seem to be. I like 90's music--britney spears? Love her and her music to this day! Backstreet Boys? Way Hot! Hanson? They are awesome musicians, I have every single album, except the christmas one, and that's only because my puppy ate it a few years ago.. How I wish I had it intact once more!

And the eighties? LOVE THAT DECADE! big hair was awesome, I am a lifelong Michael Jackson fan, and love madonna. Why some people cringe at things from past decades when there is similar things happening in today's trends is beyound me. This isn't an rebuttal to anyone, just an observation, in case you were wondering. And doesn't anyone else miss MTV the way it used to be? Before there were four or five of them, all playing reality shows? What happened to music videos???

I also love the sixties, and the seventies. Everything seems so orgianlly from then, through the eighties. Nowadays, if you hear a few opening beats from a song, you have to wait to see exactly what song it is, just because there are most likely multiples that start out the same way.

Tentative steps into the blogging world once more...

I used to have a blog... Not only did I forget the password for it, I forgot the username. And not only did I forget the username, I forgot what site it was on!!!!!!!!! Can you say ditz of the century? My only consolation is that it was six months between the time I had last wrote in it, and the realization of my absentmindedness...

Ah well, this will be my next attempt at a blogging endenvor. If you fall asleep, if you happen upon this creation, don't forget a blanket! I won't feel bad if you do...