Over the last couple of days, I have received such an outpouring of love and support from my family (that includes all of my friends too; I consider them my family as well). My heart is full. Overflowing, even.
And then on top of it all, I came home from our cabin and found this waiting for me:
It’s from my sister. She knows me so well. And after all, we all know that some days, this is an event that is worth celebrating.
JW has been growing out his beard since the end of November, all the while promising to shave it into a mustache for my birthday. I told him that I’d rather he have awesome mutton chops like he had when me met. I love mutton chops a la Dave Grohl from the 90s/2000s. Side note: Dave Grohl also happens to be my famous person boyfriend. Anyway, JW still wanted to do the ‘stache so we came up with a compromise: both. My birthday is Thursday. So yesterday I came home (incredibly angry because of the stupid backwards steps Ohio forces you to take when getting your driver’s license) and was greeted at the door with a beer and the mustache and chops to end all mustaches and chops. Get ready for extreme facial hair envy, men:
Happy birthday, me.
This is going to be a short one tonight but I just wanted to say that life is pretty good. I have so much good stuff going on. Work is going great, I have an awesome boyfriend who loves me, I have the best dog, I am healthy enough to be able to run distances longer than I ever thought possible, my fitness is slowly but surely coming together, I have friends who I don’t know what I would do without, a wonderful family, and on and on. Seriously. Even though things annoy me or make me angry or sad, they only make the good stuff that much better. So do yourself a favor and just think of all the awesome things in your life. I’d be willing to bet they outnumber (or at least trump) the bad. Cheers, folks!
There are two people in my life who I would consider to be my best friends. I met them both while working at Applebee’s in my early 20s. This is the story of me and one of these friends. She has had a terribly rough year so far. I won’t go into specifics because that is her business and it is not mine to share. But suffice it to say, 2013 has been trying for her, to say the least. She’s one of the strongest people I know and I am so proud of her for the strength she’s shown not only for herself but for the people who depend on her as well. She is a rock. This is our story.
I started at Applebee’s when I was 19. I had recently dropped out of college and although I still had a decent amount of friends from high school around, they had other things going on. So I got this job and there was this raver girl with spiky, never the same color hair who worked there too. I thought she was a bitch. She was bossy and seemed to have inside jokes with others that always felt to me like she was making fun of me or someone else. Well, I don’t know if she was making fun of me or not (she most likely was – I was a new person – that’s just how it goes) but she was definitely making fun of other people. I know this because it wasn’t very long before I was in on the inside jokes (ha! I call them inside jokes but really we just terrorized the new people. Sorry new people! I’m a lot nicer now!) too. You see, we were both smokers and as all current and former smokers know, smoke breaks are where friendships are born. I quit years ago and I still lament over the loss of that friend-making device. Anyway, we started talking on smoke breaks and then we started getting scheduled expo shifts together. An expo shift together meant several drinks at the restaurant across the parking lot before said expo shift. We soon started hanging out all the time. We were young and therefore we thought we were not only above the law, but we were invincible (in our minds, anyway). I’m going to leave out a lot of details here because, you know, we did a lot of stupid (not to mention completely illegal) shit back in those days. But oh man, we had some fun. For years. And stories to last a lifetime.
Like a lot of friends, we drifted apart after a while. She started dating so-and-so and moved to a different town. I moved for a while too. We hardly spoke for several years. That all changed when I discovered MySpace. Thank Jeebus for MySpace (I can’t believe my fingers just typed those words but seriously, MySpace reunited me with one of my best friends and JW. The story of that is for another post.). I made myself a MySpace profile and started finding friends. It wasn’t long before I came across her profile (or she found me, I honestly can’t remember). We started chatting immediately. I remember her saying something like, “It’s so cool that you’re on here, I didn’t know if we’d ever get back in touch.” I wasn’t sure either. I missed my friend but by that time in my life (mid-to-late 20s by then), I’d had so many friendships just sort of naturally dissolve that I didn’t exactly sit around and pine over them. But it was awesome and it felt good to have her back. She lived about an hour and a half away from me but we started going to visit each other every once in a while. And it grew from there. She came to visit me once and we got matching tattoos. Now we’re tied. She’s seen me at my worst and she still loves me. Our lives aren’t filled with quite as many insane antics anymore. But that’s okay. We’re older now and slightly more responsible. And even though we don’t live very close to each other anymore, we’re closer friends than ever. We text each other nearly every morning. I look forward to that. She makes me laugh like almost no one else can.
So here’s to you, friend. I can’t wait to be the loud old ladies drinking perfect margaritas at 11 AM and demanding oriental salads at Applebee’s (because we are gonna HAUNT that place). Being The Golden Girls together is going to be the best!
So, JW and I have been together for over four years now. We talk about getting married. It’s a matter of time – we both know that. I just have no idea when he’s going to ask me. I might be a teensy bit guilty of putting a little bit of pressure on him. But hey, it’s only because he insists that we have to be married before we have kids (this is not really a hang up of mine) and I ain’t getting no younger over here!
Side note: I feel the need to let you know, dear reader, that I do not speak that way. I am, in reality, a bit (super-duper) judgy when it comes to grammar. This was entirely tongue-in-cheek.
So, you’ll imagine what popped into my head when, the day before Valentine’s Day, after asking me what I was getting him (the answer was nothing – I’m pretty terrible about getting gifts for any holiday that isn’t Christmas), told me that I was going to love my gift and that it was, “life-changing!” He wasn’t wrong.
I said something to the effect of: Why do you say things that make me think you might propose when I know you probably aren’t going to? He said something about me making things up inside my brain to worry about.
Here’s the thing. It’s not completely out of the question that he would. He’s told me that he has put some money aside (I can’t imagine it’s a whole lot but that’s neither here nor there) and by the way he has talked pretty recently, he plans on doing it within the next year or so.
I knew it wasn’t going to happen. And honestly, getting engaged on Valentine’s Day seems a bit too cliché to me. So when I came home from work that day, I walked in the house and JW made me close my eyes so he could show me my surprise (and he ran me into a wall on the way there – he’s so funny). And he led me into our bedroom and told me to open my eyes. Our bedroom was empty. We were getting a new bed!!
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m completely thrilled about this. We desperately needed a new bed. The old one was a hand-me-down that was too small and I’m also convinced it was karmically cursed. It needed to go. And he took me shopping and we got a new, bigger mattress. And I L. O. V. E. it.
I guess the whole point of all of this is that he knows how my brain works and he still decided to phrase it the way he did. And I know how his brain works, so I knew logically that he wasn’t going to propose that day. But that didn’t stop me from hoping just a little bit that he still would. It’s only a matter of time though, right? And guess what? That mattress really is life-changing!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go lay down in my awesome new bed with my awesome boyfriend. I’ve got six miles to run in the morning. But get ready for tomorrow, kids. It’s gonna be my first cooking post. And it’s going to be DELICIOUS! I can tell you’re excited too.