- Othello and I spent all day each day, all weekend together. In fact, I can't remember if there's been a day we haven't seen eachother since the day he affectionatly refers to as "the day you came back to me".
- We both made the accidental "I love you" slip. Mine when I meant to say "I love when you say my name" and his when he meant to say "I love that you enjoy plaing video games." But they both came out as "I love you" and then we each acted embarassed, recanted, and said "you know what I meant" and then re-said what was intended.
- Somewhere between him taking me shopping for a new cell phone and when he offered to take me for the grocery store, I decided he was a keeper.
- Somewhere between Sushi and SG-1's 200th episode, Othello mentioned that he took his profile off of the dating website where we met.
- Somewhere between SG-1's 200th episode and ice-cream pie, he looked deep into my eyes, and asked if I would do the same.
- After a lengthy discussion on my part about why we shouldn't be exclusive... I realized that the only reason to fight about it was that this little Dorothy is still terrified of another bad "serious" boyfriend, or even worse, another bad husband.
- Around midnight, I realized I was being silly and drifted to sleep on his sofa (alone).
- Sometime after 1:00 am, I awoke to see a t-shirt next to me - one that I could choose to change into, should I wake before dawn. Didn't read it, but the next morning as Othello made juice and toast for me (to my chagrin, as I hate how that may have looked), it was pointed out that the t-shirt logo says "Frequent Masterbator". ROTFLMAO. Seriously.
- CHANGE OF TOPICS (continuing the post a day later)- I'm headed to see a Train Concert this weekend with O. We're spending the Day is SF first. Sigh.
- Next weekend, I'm going to spend the whole thing with my bestest friend from college, Francine, and her husband and folks.
- There is a funny poster I saw at the post office on Monday. It was called "Wonders of America: Land of Superlatives". Don't you now wonder what a superlative is? Look it up: superlative.
- I had a dinner party last night with Othello, my friend/coworker JB, and the upstairs neighbor, Destiny. They all liked O. They all liked my bbq'd chicken, homemade salad dressing, homemade croutons, baked potatoes, and bottles of wine.
- My dinner party last night was the stuff of ledgends. If we were Klingons, they would make an epic poem, a song if you will, and remember the night for generations to come!
- We watched a movie called Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. I don't recommend it if you're sensitive to handgun violence. Given my past history with Nelson's gun-waving in my face. I'm sure it's a relic of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
- (It's more difficult to come up with 30 pieces of flair than I thought). Homemade Tiramisu. Nuff said.
- It's nice to be thinking about my babies again. At dinner a few nights ago, Othello asked why there are blocky letters that say "OZ" on my table. Those are the first initials of my gonna-be babies.
- It's also nice to have the freedom of thinking that I'll be able to get married again. M.W. became opposed first to having babies, then to getting married, that I would cry every time I passed a bridal boutique. Now, in my head, I'm revisiting what a wedding would look like in this day and age.
- It's hard to say you're in love again, when you want to be certain.
- Yesterday was my boss's birthday and I knew it but didn't mention it. I'm going to say something shortly.
- Othello has a really nice first name and it's fun to say. It makes me happy and I want to use it here.
- Jayleigh is the quintessential pastor's wife. Rob is the bomb as a pastor. I'm so proud of them both.
- I'm not certain if Othello is religious at all. Something in me is afraid to ask. Something else in me is afraid to know. And I want it to work out so much, not sure if wild horses would be successful in tearing me away at this point.
- Working is over-rated. Productivity is essential, but difficult when you're in a tall cubicle and people aren't quiet when they're talking, because they can't see you.
- I want saloon doors for my cubicle. And one of those green see-thru visors. And two water-pistols on a hip holser.
- When I have a bad day, I want to challenge my coworkers to a duel.
- Othello does for a living, what I was going to school for, when I lived in Oklahoma. He looked at my work project and said he could do that in a week (we've been working on it for over a year).
- I'm challenged by certain parts of my work, and fear that if I'm not successful, it will be difficult to have self-respect.
- All of the comments from my loyal readers are wonderful. I'm a bad blog-friend and try to read others' postings.
- M.W. called yesterday and said I was self-absorbed. He's right and I know it. I'm a bad real-friend too.
- Choo-Choo Charlie (engaged to the Russian Bride) called me last night at 2 AM. He broke up with her, wanted to see me, was happy for me when I told him about Othello, and was somehow tangled up with the Russian Mafia a few weeks ago. Bleh. THANK GOD FOR UNANSWERED PRAYERS!
- Dot.

1 comment:
Whew!
Love you, Sis!
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