I'm a little on the sleep-deprived side, so bear with me. My birthday Feb. 28th was relatively low-key. Initially, we had family members who said they were going to come to my hometown to celebrate a joint birthday- mine and my Aunt's (it still feels strange to call her my aunt when she's only 5 years older than me). Due to crappy weather and previous engagements, they all canceled, so it seemed it would just be my mother, my brother and I for any celebration. My Mom cooked me a lasagna supper, and my brother and I both invited our significant others. We hung out in the living room afterwards and watched "30 days of night". Plenty of mindless violence, and a rather grim ending... the perfect movie for a quarter-century birthday. 
My Dad and Step mom took me to my favorite barbecue place a few days later where I gnawed my way through some fantastic baby-back ribs. The birthday present that Dad elected to give me at home so we wouldn't scare the nice people at the restaurant was a massive wrought iron sword like the ones wielded by the Spartans in the movie "300". Probably a good idea, that. The only catch was that my other present I opened at the restaurant was also a weapon that got us some weird looks, though it didn't inspire outright terror. It was an 8 foot long braided leather whip. Now all I need are my dominatrix boots, and I'll be set.
Easter was also fun, though it reminded me of the reason I am in no hurry to have children. They are adorable, but after so long of an exposure to my precocious 3-year-old niece and my 7 month old nephew, I was looking for somewhere to hide. The little boy, whom we nicknamed "Tank" for good reason (He's huge!), promptly greeted me when I got him out of his car seat with an attempt at projectile vomiting down my front. A few dimpled smiles later, though, all was forgiven.
My niece did her level best to see what she could get by with when it came to sneaking candy- which her mom is very strict about not letting her have any. After grandpa (My Dad) put his foot down with her, she informed him, pouting, that he couldn't sit by her at dinner. And she held the grudge the entire time she was here. She wouldn't have anything to do with him. It was so funny. How did Easter go for everyone?
Things are still going really well with my boyfriend. We are nearing the six month mark. He's even survived meeting the family. I'm almost freaked out that it is going so well. We've had our crossed wires and miscommunications, but we've never fought. We see eye to eye on a lot of issues, so there's not a lot of friction. We kid around with each other all the time, but we can also open up to each other about the more painful, difficult things in our lives. When I'm stressed out, freaked out, messed up, pissed off, whatever, all it takes is a few words from him and I'm back on the level again. I'm sure there's some explanation for that- something to the effect of the blush of new love and endorphins and such, but he mellows me out and brings me peace. That's incredible. Apparantly, I do the same thing for him. He used to smoke when he got stressed out, but he hasn't picked up a cigarette in four months. At first, I think he was used to a much more high-maintenance chick, because whenever I would do the scatterbrained things I do- like losing my phone, or losing my charger so my phone goes dead and he couldn't get a hold of me for a little while, he would be sure I was angry with him and would be worried about that. Eventually, I just sat him down, looked him in the eye, and told him that if I was angry with him, I would just come out and tell him that I was angry. I would also tell him why. I don't enjoy it when people play head games with me - i.e. I'm pissed at you and I shouldn't have to tell you why! You should be psychic and just KNOW!
So I don't do that to other people. Period. We're straight with each other, and that is something I really value in a relationship. Things are getting serious between us. It never occurred to me that I would find love when I did. But I am so thankful to have him in my life.
My Dad and Step mom took me to my favorite barbecue place a few days later where I gnawed my way through some fantastic baby-back ribs. The birthday present that Dad elected to give me at home so we wouldn't scare the nice people at the restaurant was a massive wrought iron sword like the ones wielded by the Spartans in the movie "300". Probably a good idea, that. The only catch was that my other present I opened at the restaurant was also a weapon that got us some weird looks, though it didn't inspire outright terror. It was an 8 foot long braided leather whip. Now all I need are my dominatrix boots, and I'll be set.
Easter was also fun, though it reminded me of the reason I am in no hurry to have children. They are adorable, but after so long of an exposure to my precocious 3-year-old niece and my 7 month old nephew, I was looking for somewhere to hide. The little boy, whom we nicknamed "Tank" for good reason (He's huge!), promptly greeted me when I got him out of his car seat with an attempt at projectile vomiting down my front. A few dimpled smiles later, though, all was forgiven.
My niece did her level best to see what she could get by with when it came to sneaking candy- which her mom is very strict about not letting her have any. After grandpa (My Dad) put his foot down with her, she informed him, pouting, that he couldn't sit by her at dinner. And she held the grudge the entire time she was here. She wouldn't have anything to do with him. It was so funny. How did Easter go for everyone?
Things are still going really well with my boyfriend. We are nearing the six month mark. He's even survived meeting the family. I'm almost freaked out that it is going so well. We've had our crossed wires and miscommunications, but we've never fought. We see eye to eye on a lot of issues, so there's not a lot of friction. We kid around with each other all the time, but we can also open up to each other about the more painful, difficult things in our lives. When I'm stressed out, freaked out, messed up, pissed off, whatever, all it takes is a few words from him and I'm back on the level again. I'm sure there's some explanation for that- something to the effect of the blush of new love and endorphins and such, but he mellows me out and brings me peace. That's incredible. Apparantly, I do the same thing for him. He used to smoke when he got stressed out, but he hasn't picked up a cigarette in four months. At first, I think he was used to a much more high-maintenance chick, because whenever I would do the scatterbrained things I do- like losing my phone, or losing my charger so my phone goes dead and he couldn't get a hold of me for a little while, he would be sure I was angry with him and would be worried about that. Eventually, I just sat him down, looked him in the eye, and told him that if I was angry with him, I would just come out and tell him that I was angry. I would also tell him why. I don't enjoy it when people play head games with me - i.e. I'm pissed at you and I shouldn't have to tell you why! You should be psychic and just KNOW!
So I don't do that to other people. Period. We're straight with each other, and that is something I really value in a relationship. Things are getting serious between us. It never occurred to me that I would find love when I did. But I am so thankful to have him in my life.
Glad that things are working out with him.
Sorry for being so out of touch. It's not just you - I basically disappeared from everyone.
Your dad got you a whip for your birthday??