Dawn's Digression.

A good friend of mine called me mature today. This is kinda bizarre since I'm not exactly well-known for a high emotional IQ. I thought this was nice, though. Her saying that made me feel really good. (Actually, I just had a thought. She said I was 'being' mature about something, not that I am mature. I'll just take the compliment and run with it. Sounds good.) Another friend mentioned the other day that I had really surprised her recently with the way I've been handling things.

This acknowledgement has gone a long way with me. I am one of those people who need praise. I hate this trait, but I've learned to deal with it. It isn't going to change. Anyway, I've been trying so hard, very hard and I been charting new territory in terms of understanding and patience. Maybe it is an age thing. Maybe it is as simple as the fact that I am in love and will do what I have to do in order to make it work. A little patience now is going to pay off for what I hope is the rest of my life. I try to remind myself what it might be like to walk in another's shoes. Those shoes are not any more comfortable than mine. Different shoes, different suckies.

I am sure I am completely beating you down with it, but I continue to be blown away by my relationship. Completely blown away. (Besides, I'll need this documentation when I'm ready to "rip off her face with my fingernails".) Things slide into place so easily. Rationally, I realize that we're in the honeymoon period, but this is a damn good honeymoon period and if this is any indication of what I get to deal with in the future, I will take it! And run and run and run. Real fast. Or, you know, fast for me, which means walking briskly. As cheesy as it sounds, I feel like Tracy was put here on the planet just for me. :) Isn't that the most selfish and stupid thing you've ever heard? haha My woman is going to be well taken care of. (When I'm sane.) Well, in terms of being loved and physically taken care of. She's kinda on her own with the money thing for now. How come I never win any of those random "Win $50,000!" contests? I am lucky, though, because this obviously doesn't mean enough to her to make her run off screaming. I am hoping that she will help keep me grounded with my finances. This shouldn't be a problem since she enjoys directing others. :)

I may want to hope she isn't reading my blog, hunh? hahaha *shrug* I don't worry about that much.

So....

Frank is going for snip snip tomorrow. My baby. waaaah! I hope I don't cry. That would mortify me. My poor little man.

Oh! Day three of the prozac. I realized a few things.

1. -This is a bad, bad time. Tracy is busy dealing with her own stuff and can't be there for me now. OR rather, I'd be a bitch to ask for it, and I don't wanna be a bitch!
2. -Yes, I can do this alone. But why should I? I have a girlfriend. Her job is to deal with my mental angst. It comes with the package. So, why am I sitting over here by myself being a nutjob when I could at least enjoy the benefits of someone being there to keep the drinks coming?
3. -I would rather be bald than deal with being a nutbar. I think. Well, today, anyway.
4. -My brain likes Prozac.

So there ya go. You never did get any of the interesting blogs I teased with, hunh?

My apartment complex has smart frogs. They are out very very often at night. When Frank and I go for our nightly walk, they will see us there and be very very still. Even when Frank gets close, they don't move. I'd like to think the frogs are smart enough to know that if they move, Frank will see them and decide they are yummy.

There are skunks in Corinth.

I am thirsty and out of cold water.

August has a MILLION birthdays. I am currently on birthday present strike. I told Suzy the other day not to get me anything, because I am not going to get her anything. (Her bday is the 29th, Rachel Sept 2)

Oddly enough, I haven't felt like drinking in days. Saturday night, we went out to eat and then to the bars. I had a Diet Coke and rum. It was nasty. Then I had a vodka sprite. Grody. I did have a margarita at El Fenix on Sunday afternoon, and I would like to take this opportunity to say it was the best margarita I've had in a long time. Seems like I've only had nasty ones lately. Sunday night we went to a ballgame, and what I really wanted was Diet Coke. So, this is what I had.

I'm kinda excited about my birthday this year. But for the lamest reason ever, I think. I don't give a crap about presents. Don't care all that much about dinner. It's Labor Day weekend, so folks are always out of town....this is all fine. Cuz you know what I wanna do? Hang out in Corinth for the weekend and watch TV. hahahaha I'll probably request my usual cake. My parents will probably take us to dinner. *shrug* Low key ROCKS.

We're having some kind of football party in October. Does this mean I'll have to provide snacks for a bunch of people and clean up after them? *sigh* Please, please tell me 3 weeks will be long enough for me to get unpacked and settled in. I cannot have people in my home otherwise. Not good. OMG, that just really freaked me out. You've got to be kidding. 3 weeks. People in house. My stomach hurts. Well, more than it did 5 mins ago, anyway.