Even before I had a serious relationship, I did not want kids. My mother was the only example of how I might be as a mother, and I didn’t want that for any child. At age 18, I asked my doctor how old I would have to be to make my choice permanent. She convinced me to wait until I was 25, and that if I still felt that way, to come back.
Obviously I didn’t.
Otherwise I wouldn’t shed tears every time I heard this song. I sing it to the boys all the time now. It makes me think about how hard it will be to let them go eventually. I know that is a long time from now, but time really does fly when you’re having fun, raising children, living life.
(I can’t find the original video, if one exists, so this one will have to do.)
Yes folks, it’s true. No wonder! We had quite a few factors working against us. He was mere months out of his first marriage and I left my boyfriend of 3 years to be with him. Take two people that were both on the rebound, smash them together with all their youth and raw emotion, and the first year was a wild ride. That, and he was my direct supervisor at work. No, I was not THAT girl. In fact, before he was transferred to my location, I was practically the poster girl for the company, working my way through the ranks.
Then Daren showed up. AS MY BOSS. I no longer had the ability to count change, to make decisions, to stock shelves, to think. This loss of mental capacity was gone before we got involved too, so me thinks I am the one who had the crush!
Things started out fast. Too fast. So we fought every month or so, called it off, and then couldn’t stay away (so we probably broke up close to a dozen times. Fools.) Finally, the last time we broke up, I felt as though I had to move on. I hung around one of my best guy friends for half the summer, and pretty much talked about Daren ALL. THE. TIME.
Despite having a hard crush on me, this friend of mine put that on the back burner and told me to go for it one last time. We were driving through Vancouver, and passed Daren’s work (I worked at a different location by then). It was a really hot day, and I, looking especially adorable in short shorts, a bikini and a t-shirt (those were the days before children…sigh…) bought my sweetheart a Slurpee from 7-11 and walked into the cool air of the store.
I saw him on the floor, re-stocking something, head down. After a deep breath, I walked right up, stood near his head and pretended I was a customer. “Excuse me?” I said, in my best Japanese accent.
He looked up and his face could not have looked more handsome, more radiant, more happy to see me. He laughed and smiled so wide, then took the Slurpee from my outstretched hand. We went on the roof of the store to talk for a bit, he asked me if I wanted to come to his place for dinner, and the rest is history….
(don’t ask me what he cooked for dinner - I have no idea
Since then, we hardly ever fight.? I guess we got most of it outta the way!
Congratulations to the following readers who got that one right:
I LOVE Zach Braff.? I read his blog.? And in a non-gay way, I love him too, dude.? This post is dedicated to Suebob, who pointed me to Zach’s blog, oh so long ago.? I think Zach should come to BlogHer too.? Zach?? Dude?? 700+ Women.? YOU. SHOULD. GO.
This morning, as I fight a summer cold, I ache for you. My mind slips back to early this morning. 4:48.
Your back was to me and I slid in alongside you, feeling your warmth and strength as I put my arm along your hip and found my place, spooning my body around yours. I felt the love of the last 11 years, the sheet upon us light and airy, the electricity of our skin, pleasant and inviting. I felt my body warming back up as I drank in your scent, the heat, and you shifted to get closer to me, if that was even possible. I stroked your skin with the pads of my fingers, hugged you tight to me, my hands in the hair of your chest.
It was a beautiful series of moments, despite me feeling sick.
As I work my way through the morning, I try hard to hold on to those early moments of the day, all my senses filled with you. Right up until the moment a cough took control of my body, I farted, and we both erupted in laughter.
I’m going to post 10 things about me that may or may not be LIES. Your mission is to figure out which ones are lies and which ones are fact. (You can just post in the comments on this thread if you like.) Each day, for the next 10 days, I’ll reveal the truth to each one, and the back story if there is one.
So - TRUE OR FALSE?
1. Daren and I broke up and got back together more than 5 times during our first year of dating.
2. I asked my doctor for a hysterectomy at age 18.
3. I play the piano.
4. I’m really shy in person.
5. I LOVE country music.
6. Though I love my kids, 0-3 years are my least favorite time.
7. I started college at 17, in the nursing program.
8. I drink every day, which is why I re-named this site Vodkarella.
9. I once peed my pants in front of entire classroom of Kindergarteners.
10. I am madly in love with foods from other cultures.
WANNA PLAY? Decide whether these 10 things are TRUE or FALSE, then post your own list and link in the comments so I can come play with you! Gee, that sounded quite perverted, didn’t it?
A while back, my friend Karl wrote This I Believe,? and I swore I would do the same exercise, but I kept forgetting. I’m sure there are a million things I could touch on here, but I have to get something out of the way first.
I have been calling Karl, Hot Karl for some time. I heard his nickname last year before BlogHer and when I met him, it was only natural to call him this nickname bestowed upon him by God Knows Who (actually I DO know who, but I’m sure this person would rather crawl into a hole than admit this). Thing is, I didn’t know when I made the “Send Hot Karl to BlogHer” button just WHAT a Hot Karl was. This next sentence is not for the squeamish, the sane, or even something I would normally write. In fact, I’m not sure I can write it. I mean, a Hot Karl, by definition of the urbandictionary.com, is pretty disgusting.
