The Fiery Quill

I just have to tell everyine that my brother is the coolest person on the face of this earth! If I had the coolness he has in his pinky finger, I would be all set. By cool I mean that my brother has serious style and is always the nicest dresser in the room. Not to mention the nicest guy in the room! My brother is also cool because he takes such good care of me, believes in me even when there's not much to believe in, loves me at my most unlovable, and stands by me no matter what. He saved me from being burnt by our crazy next door neighbor(I was 3), rescued me from the mean babysitter who laughed when I fell off a chair and hit my head (I was 4), and let me play with his Legos. I have learned so much from him and aspire to be like him. He is always willing to help me and offer advice, no matter what the topic. He's the one who created this blog for me! The other reason(s) why my brother deserves to have this blog dedicated to him, is because he is such a good person. He treats...

You know, I was completely in love with this young man we'll call Rob. For 3 solid years (and then some), he was the only one for me...even when I wasn't the only one for him. Even though we both dated other people and were officially boyfriend/girlfriend for only about 6 months...I always just knew that it was a matter of time when he would realize that I was the woman of his dreams. But alas, life intervened and it never happened. The reason I broke up with him the first time, was because he did not feel the same for me as I did about him. He couldn't tell me he loved me, because he didn't feel that way. Breaking up was one of the most painful things I have ever done. But it was choice I had to make. We remained friends throughout....although there were times we didn't see each other or speak to each other for a month or so. We always came together at some point. Then about a year or so later, we started seeing each other again. It was so wonderful and I thought m...

Ok.....For those of you have been following the drama, it turns out that we did find another, better apartment than the one we got scheisted out of. So things eventually work out, right?! We can start moving on Feb 21st (just great that it happens to be a Monday....real useful!), and I have already started packing this past weekend. Dum da dum dum....now starts the dreaded task of throwing things out and packing the appropriate items into their neatly labeled boxes (argggghhh). This is a milestone for me...this will be the first man I've ever lived with in a boyfriend capacity. I have many questions about how this is going to work. Such as: Will he ruin my sleep pattern when he comes in late at night from work? Which way does he prefer the toilet paper to hang? Does he squeeze the toothpaste from the middle or the end? And most importantly, will the answers to these questions annoy me? I've got one thing to say about this living situation: thank God for the second bathro...

I just have to complain about this because it has been on my mind over the last day...As you may know from one of my previous posts, my boyfriend and I were in the process of looking for a house to buy. However, we decided that due to lack of funds, we were going to scrap that idea and look into renting an apartment until we do have the money. I digress....so we had gone to see an apartment I found in the classifieds, thought it sounded nice, and wanted to take a look at the inside. The onlt thing that wasn't nice about it was the hefty $1800 deposit plus rent involved. She came down on the total amount to $1500 just to get us in there. To make a long story short....the landlord references had checked out, the lease had been written up and signed, all of this as of yesterday at lunchtime. Last night, at about 5:30, the same lady called to tell me that there had been some miscommunication between her and her brother (who was helping her rent the place because she was leaving the ...

It's funny how a building can really make an adult out of you. I am referring specifically to a house...buying a house. My boyfriend and I are in the very early stages of purchasing a home together. I've got one word for you, Ahhhhhhhh! It is an entirely overwhelming process: getting a loan is bad enough, then couple that with a VERY limited budget, looking for the best neighborhood, most convenient location, washer/dryer hookup, yard and white picket fence all rolled into one. But it is also a very exciting time, I must admit! It is strange and wonderful to look at a house and see your future in front of you. I see countless meals prepared together, yard/housework, being carried over the threshold, I even see painting a nursery and trying to put a crib together. Everything seems to be happening very fast and furiously all of a sudden... Buying a house feels like the ultimate rite of passage. A stamp that finally says, "You are a grown up!" Yay. Now what? Yikes....

I have learned over the years, that no matter how much I mean it, my resoultions never get past a couple weeks before they crash and burn. But regardless of this, I do manage to do something to improve myself every year. It may have absolutely nothing to do with resoultions made with a glass of champagne in hand, a little tispy before stroke of midnight...but what does it matter if I am good to myself? I'm sure I've eaten all the wrong things, not had eight glasses of water a day, not made it to the gym more than once a week, yelled at my mother, and still order a diet coke with my Whopper....Oh well, it's the thought that counts. 2004 has been full of positive changes: moving back home, figuring out what I want to be when I grow up, falling in love, and taking up a new hobby. Not to mention the fact that I have been MUCH better at keeping in touch with my family and friends (pat on the back). Who knows what new things I might fall into this year....but whatever ...

I have learned, that no matter how well-intentioned I might be...a day off work is filled with sitting on the couch, watching pointless entertinment on TV, clad in very high fashion sweatpants and t-shirt. Oh well, at least I got some dishes washed! Happy Holidays:)