LAST ONE

I've been having a fabulous week. Christmas was so great, I got the best gift EVER! My parents rock. I feel kind of stupid saying that but they seriously do. I went over to Ian's house after my radio show with Niko, and we celebrated Christmas a second time with Ian's family. It was really nice. We made paper snowflakes, went caroling, ate delicious food, opened presents, played with the cat. It was a really nice atmosphere. I went back to his house the next day and spent lots of time cuddling with him. Hehe. My family came over to have dinner. We played a lot of guitar hero. It was ridiculous. And really fun. I spent the night. Ian was putting programs on my computer until 2:30 in the morning. I fell asleep on the couch. I have this wonderful memory though of Ian playing "Ain't No Sunshine." I'm not really sure what makes it so nice. Something. Maybe just the fact that I fell asleep while he was there. Hard to explain. I made sugar cookies while I was babysitting today. I get to see Ian tomorrow.

RESEARCH

I was going to write about my research paper that I should be editing right now... but instead I'm going to write directly to Ian. I'm pretty sure he is the only one who reads this anyway. I like to use this blog as a journal. It's nice because I can type instead of write, which makes it a bit faster. It's fun to tell stories too. So I guess I really use it in two ways. Ian, I don't know if you got the entry down there or not, but I was just using it to clear my head... nothing else. I just want to make sure you know that. I'm not sure why I started thinking about it, but once I did I had to do something to release it. So I typed it. I just wanted to tell you. It wasn't for you. I love you! Thanks for my bug.

BUG

This is my new Bug. I love him. I slept with him the other night and woke up with my head on him. He was actually very very comfy, so much so that I didn't want to get up. He lives in my bed. Thanks to my beautiful lovely fantastic cute sweet loving great husband. Thank you Ian.

LOST

My head won't stop. I can't stop thinking. About that girl. Their lips touching. The excitement they must have felt. Him, taking off her shirt. Touching her. Rubbing against her. Their bodies touching. I can't describe how I feel. It just comes crashing back in. All the imagined happenings. The seriousness of it. I can see him straddling her, over her. Stupid excited anticipating face. I know. I know what it felt like. It used to be me. He took her to his brothers play. She played soccer with him and his family. While I was hovering in the shadows. I can see them in his room. With the door closed. I want to tell his mother. Swirling in images, lost in emotion. Sometimes it goes away. It's overwhelming. I wish it never happened. I wish I wasn't plagued with it. I still want to run to him and get lost in his arms. I can't stop. Thinking. About it. Right. Now.

THE SLED STORY

I went Christmas shopping today. I was searching Target for a gift for my little brother when I received a call from my mom. She was reminding me that I had to buy sleds. I have family in town and my mom wanted to take them sledding. I looked everywhere for the plastic devices or someone in a red shirt who could help me. I found neither. It wasn't until I was leaving the store, looking at a five dollar bag full of plastic dinosaurs that I spoted some foamy plastic like things that could pass as sleds. Upon further investigation I discovered that the were a) ridiculously over priced and b) way to small for a grown person. I decided to try Walmart. I looked by the cheap mittens and other "althelic outdoor equipment" but all I could find were fishing poles and police officers staring at the wide variety of air soft guns. Finally I discovered that they were in the toy deparment next to the Blimpie. I didn't know that Walmart had a Bilmpie until after I had found the sleds. After testing out a few on the floor I decided on two "sizzlers" and a giant inflatable tube. The "sizzlers"are red with yellow breaks. By the time I made it to my car I was tired of dealing with three big bulky sleds that were hard to carry. As soon as I got home I had to blow up the mega tube. Uncle Bob's Mega Snow Tube. It took forever until we found a hidden hole that was much bigger. By the time we finished blowing it up, my mom was ready to fall asleep. My cousin had tried out a sizzler but was attacked by the dog and almost ran into my car, and my dad had had one to many white russians. We never went sledding.

COPYCAT

I am a copycat. Ian and I are now not only a gmail couple, but as blogger couple as well. Hope you don't mind muffin.