To my one & only

Dear H.N.I.C.,

This September will make 5 years. I'm glad after all this time, we are both alive meaning neither of us are in jail - pat yourself on the back baby cuz I just hi-fived myself! Your 4 feet long arms could slap your buttawcks (said how Mr. Gump would) if you reached over your shoulder but a pat on the back will do.

We are precisely 7678 miles apart...and I am missing you beyond explanation. Some days, when I'm not so busy, it’s worse because that means I have time to think. And so, I came up with a list of things I have never thanked you for...I might be doing this cuz I know you're not on blogger.com but I'm sure you'll read it one day :-)

- I want to thank you for understanding that I try to but perpetually fail to remember to squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom of the tube.

- I want to thank you for knowing that I will probably also forget to shut the lid close of the toothpaste tube (u got a problem my dude!)

- I want to thank you for always knowing that I will leave my wet towel on the bed while I get dressed (I know you're thinking, "No u leave it there for way longer" but don't exaggerate).

- Speaking of getting dressed, I want to thank you for all those nights you waited and will wait for me to get ready just so I can try to look as perfect as possible on your arm.

- I want to thank you for trying sushi after being dead against it. I love that I can go with you now, even though one of the rolls you get is a fried-chicken sushi roll (too easy, I'll leave that one alone lol).

- While we are on food, I want to thank you for eventually giving in to and joining me in my sushi, china buffet, late-night McD's, and chocolate cravings.

- I want to thank you for your honest attempts to massage out the knots in my neck and shoulders and my re-occurring shin splints (lol). Even though it only lasts a few secs I understand ur strong-rugby hands get tired and your libido is high.

- I want to thank you for all those times-of-the-months when you simply ask, "Is it almost that time?" and then calmly and smartly walk away.

- I want to thank you for the subtle hints you drop if I gain a couple pounds. Ex: "Oink, oink!" with a belly pinch.

- I want to thank you for your attempts to get me over my fears like with threats to lock me in the bathroom with a bird or scaring me at night after watching a horror movie.

- I want to thank you for understanding that I was a journalism student and that's why I must point out your grammatical and/or spelling mistakes instantly, even though I make just as many.

- I want to thank you for knowing that my sense of direction sucks only when you are around...one or 2 other people may agree but everyone else can trust me with where they're going. no lie, PROMISE lol

Lastly, I want to thank you for not getting too excited after reading this because you know that the list you have to thank me is waaaaaaay longer...

I love you...
Your H.B.I.C.

P.S. I Love You or the good good Goose?

WHY do people (the ladies mostly, I think?) put themselves through the pain and agony of watching depressing movies, listening to sad songs (which seem to repeatedly and intuitively play on the radio as if your life is now a broadcasted musical) especially when going through a break-up or another difficult time?

It makes no sense to me...I've been through a couple break ups, one of which was a little harder to swallow than the other, and so I decided to try a different 'moving on' method. Usually, I'm not one to stress over anything for long. I let whatever/whoever bother me for a little while and if by then I haven’t arrived at a solution then I move onto staying busy with something else.

But I was curious. Since almost everyone else I knew did it the “other way” I decided to give the tear-jerking movies and music a shot. 30 secs into the song I was itching to hit the 'next' button; I held on a little longer but about a minute later I changed it. It was constant reminder poking at me, “Hey just in case you forgot…your ass got dumped!” And it brought up all these emotions I didn't want to feel. I had enough to be :'( about and now I'm adding to it???

So I went back to my way of handling headaches and heartaches - staying busy with work, school, on the (tennis) court, weekday and weekend girls'-nights-out, travelling, trying out new fitness classes, etc. Sure, I definitely shed plenty of tears (I am human) over it but I could never sit alone in my apartment and drown in my sorrows for too long. I'm not saying that I'm right and that this is THE WAY to handle a break-up but it worked for me. You could argue that it's a temporary fix and I couldn't contest that because a few months later we ended up getting back together. And I’m glad I didn’t have the chance to wait and find out which way is healthier to completely get over the person and move on.

I've learned that time is the healer of most wounds (I don't want to say all, just yet) and a little patience and prayer will lead you to the answer you’re looking for. All in good time, right? So why stress till then – pass the Goose over this way! CHEERS

*AND by the way I still havent watched P.S. I love you - maybe someday I'll be sick of being happy and want to cry?!?

x
Mel

Les randomes

• Poor decisions make for great stories and better memories.
• It would be hard for me to get by without sarcasm and a sense of humor.
• There are times I can look at my watch 5 times and still not know what time is.
• My playlist is always on shuffle and I will continuously skip through until I find the song I want to listen to.
• Taking a dump or nap is suppose to fix 90% of health-related concerns.
• I never wish for this to happen, but God-forbid years to come I find out I have trouble conceiving, I'm calling "Plan B" and asking for all my money back.
• Realized why they coined the name "Starbucks" ...only stars were meant to pay that kinda bucks for a freakin cup of coffee (yea yea, I'll still drink a fancy-ccino IF I really crave it)
• There have been a few occassions where I'm yelling at the person I'm on the phone with because I have 'lost my phone.'
• "Aye you having a bad hair day?" is not a conversation starter thats gonna get you anywhere. Just cuz my hair is big and curly and not silky straight doesnt make it bad! And, shit maybe i was goin for the messed up look - my hair would be the only thing i want messed up, not my night - so pls back up mister and pick ur game off the floor while u at it :-D lol

there will definitely be more to come....

x
Mel