Friday, September 11, 2009

he had me at hello.

I want to start this post by saying that I believe in fairytales and happily eversafters. I believe in one true love, and that my prince charming is out there. With that being said, I have been seeing my significant other for 3 years now. I know, who says “significant other”, but that is what he is. We came to the agreement that what we have is bigger than any label.

We met three years ago at a wine tasting. Well it was more of a wine party with cheap boxes of wine. Anyways, I wasn’t going to go to the gathering, I was getting over a breakup and was in no mood to party. My then good friend J persuaded me to go, and honestly I look back on that moment and think it was the greatest thing she’s ever done for me.

So we are walking up the stairs to get to the party, and I looked back at J. I was so nervous; I was only 18 at the time and was sure that I wouldn’t know anyone there. I was just certain that I was going to walk into a room full of corporate snobs. But being the fearless girl I am, I sashayed into the party like I owned the place. As I walked through the crowd I locked eyes with a unique looking gentleman. I don’t mean unique as in ugly, but different. A good different, a refreshing different.

Well just as I began to melt in his eyes, he looked away. I took it as him being uninterested, so I continued to walk away. After one glass of wine I was more than ready to go, but J insisted we stayed. I didn’t know it then, but she has ulterior motives (that’s another story for another day). I became more and more annoyed as random weirdoes came up to me with their cheesy pick up lines. Just when I couldn’t take it anymore, my night in shiny armor came to my rescue.

He said hello and then grabbed my arm and asked if we could go somewhere quit and talk. I was skeptical at first, but it was better than the alternative. We ended up talking for hours and had the deepest connection. Before we knew it, it was almost 3 in the morning and there were only 3 other people left at the party. We exchanged numbers and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. First thing that next morning, against my better judgment, I texted him” good morning” and the rest is history….

The boy recently asked me what was it about him that made me text him that next morning. Simply put, he had me at hello. I'm not sure if he is my prince charming or not, but I'm certain that what we have is what dreams become.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Allow Me To Introduce Myself

"all the simple things..." just got a small dose of complexity. The complexity known as Really. I'm a twenty-something student who, unlike most undergrads, is actually looking forward to graduating. I don't know exactly what's to follow after I walk across that stage and get those (two) 2 degrees, but whatever it is I'm sure God will be having his way with me whether I like it or not. Again, I'm pretty complex so in order to really know me, you'll have to stay tuned. I'm a devil's advocate, so I'm sure I'll have opinions that are less than favorable. You can expect a bunch of randomness from me. Not really into politics or celebrity gossip, but I'm sure I'll find a way to keep you entertained.

I kinda decided to invade Simply B's blog via Gchat (which we typically do daily). We have some seriously intriguing conversations on there, and I figure we may as well share the genius that is us with the world.

Until next time...

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

oh shit. i mean shoot!

So I didn’t realize it before today, but I have a potty mouth. Seriously, I curse like a sailor (I’m warning you in advance). I don’t mean to, it just happens. I think it’s because I have 4 older brothers, or maybe it's my secret obsession with gangster rap, who knows. I’m going to make an effort to stop. Cursing isn’t lady like and according to my mom, I’ll never get married if I continue to curse. Maybe that’s why “the boy” isn’t my husband or even my boyfriend after 3 years. Hmmm….

a star is born

So music is one of my greatest loves. Seriously, I’m like a walking juke box. I can hear a song once and know all the lyrics, and melody. And I like all music rock, punk, country, hip hop, soul, pop…ok you get it. Anywho, the boy hipped me to Melanie Fiona last night at dinner. Her voice is amazing (think Jazmine Sullivan) and she is breathtakingly beautiful. I WIKIed her (I know, not the best source of reliable info) and got all the scoop on her and long story short she is our neighbor from up north, has been singing been singing for forever, and her new album “the bridge” is out in the fall (the boy already has it, yay!). I don’t want to jinx her, but I think she might give some of these (talentless) singers a run for their money.

i kissed a girl... ok maybe not.

Okay, so I’m not a lesbian or anything, but if I could be one for a day I would so date Amber Rose. She’s amazing, so beautiful. Sure the boy says she has fake boobs and butt implants (ekk) but I still love her. I think it’s because of her Pretty Woman esque love story with Kanye West. Sure Julia Roberts became a lady in the end of the movie, and Kanye is in no way Richard Gere… But hey, this is real life, and their happily ever after isn’t over yet….

touch the sky

So last weekend the boy and I went to the park, and for the first time in a long time I hopped on the swing. Now I know a simple swing set might now seem like much fun, but when I was a kid, there is nothing I love more than swinging. I used to try to push my little legs as hard as I could so that I could touch the sky. My sister would tease me, but I didn’t let it deter me. I could spend hours on that swing pushing, and pushing, and pushing… I’m older now, and I know that it is physically impossible to touch the sky. But as soon as I got on the swing last weekend, none of that matter. I pushed my legs as hard as I could just like old times. I still didn’t touch the sky, but I doubt I ever stop trying.

simply me

I guess I should start my blog with a little bit about me. I could go on about my demos, but that’s so boring and really has nothing to do with the person I am. What is important is that I am a free spirit and a dreamer. My entire life I always did what made me happy. When I was three I wanted to dance, so my mom signed me up for jazz and tap. After 3 lessons, I was over it. I went on to be an ice skater, painter, girl scout, basketball player, martial artist, and anything you can imagine. My parents always said I would grow out of it, they said that I would find something I love and stick with it. Well twenty years later and I still haven’t. While in college I was a poet, cocktail waitress, model, little miss corporate America, and more recently a blogger. I don’t think I’ll be so indecisive forever, I sill have hope. Well wait, there is one thing that I have always liked to do, writing. I’m not the best at it, and my spelling and grammar sucks but it makes me happy. I see beauty in the most simple things, and try to see the brightside of every situation. Sorry for the rant, I guess to sum it up I’m writing this blog for all the little things…