July 13th, 2010 by IamDraven

July 8th, 2010 by IamDraven

BOOM!

And this was where IamDraven’s head collapsed in.

Or, as Chasing Amy put it, “I just made your brain explode didn’t I?”

So, look, I’m a mess right now.  The few hours of sleep I did get were after a ‘hell’ day at the gym and a 2 1/2+ hour phone convo with said head imploder.

By bestie, otherwise known as Skittelz had a blog style all her own.  She just sits down at the keyboard, and types whatever comes to her.  So I apologize ahead of time.  I like to provide a good back story, and keep a time line in events but you’re lucky I remember how to spell my own name today.

I think I’ve decided to call the ‘new boy’ ‘Cane’.  If you know who he really is, it’s not a leap to the nickname.  In 8th grade I had the wonderful idea for the notebook.  We’d get in trouble for passing notes, so I bought a spiral notebook and by best friends and I would write notes back and forth to each other in class and pass it off in the hall between classes.  When 9th grade hit, we knew it was a good enough idea to continue, and the black notebook came into play with a new bestie we added to the group.  (The ‘new’ bestie became my best friend throughout all of high school, and 12 years later I’d still trust Abi with my life, I  just rarely get to see her anymore)

That was the start of nicknaming boys.  We did it for all of the boys we liked.  Chasing Amy was the original nicknamed one.  He was known as ‘Lawnmower Man’.  As the notebook faded, the nicknames stuck with Abi and I (who had about 5 code names a piece for each other) kept nicknaming the boys.  It’s a tradition I stuck with ever since.  Taylor Swift warns people that if she had a conversation with them longer than five minutes she might write a song about them.  If I’ve dated or hardcore crushed on you, I’ve probably written about you, but I won’t use your real name on an unprotected blog without your permission.  For example: Chris #1 was “He Who Shall Not Be Named”.  Chris #2 was ‘XXX’.   Mike became ‘Douchnozzle” after the fact (Thanks to Erik and that one really fit actually, lol) Erik was “Nerdling’ before we were officially a couple, etc.  I’m sure you get the point.

Speaking of three of those freaking boys, what in the hell is up with boys from high school?!?!  Chasing Amy, Cane and I were all in the same high school graduation class, and I dated Douchenozzle when I was a Junior in high school.  I’ve talked to all of those boys in the same day this week.  WTF?!

So things with Cane have been good.  Every day I get a variation of what I”m calling the compliment text.  Yesterday it was “Mornin beautiful.  Hope u slept well.” (And anyone who knows me knows how much I HATE abbreviated texting but his phone has a T9 keyboard that doesn’t always work so I let the shit slide on that.)

Yesterday I was in Spin class at the end of my TWO hour gym visit.  No, I didn’t take a nap while I was there.  Can you believe that shit?  My fat ass spent TWO hours working out!  But anyway.  I hobbled out of spin and when I got to my locker I saw my phone was flashing blue which means a missed call.  Cane had called but he never leaves voice mails.  I was in the process of leaving him a voice mail via speaker phone (because I was trying to mainline my Fruit Punch G2) I noticed I had a text from him telling me about power being out in our town.  (I already knew of the clusterfuck that was going on in our town and surrounding areas)  He called back as I was getting in my car and I asked if he wanted me to pick him up on my way home and go swimming at my house.  He said, “actually that’s why I was calling.  Our neighbor’s are letting us use their in ground pool while they’re on vacation and I wanted to know if you wanted to swim over here.”  Well, simply put, I have a pool in my backyard, but an in ground pool less than 5 miles away from my house trumps my 32 foot above ground any day.  He said that Baby Mama was still on her way to pick up Baby from his house and he wasn’t sure when she’s be there.  I told him I was just leaving the gym and I’d call when I got home and changed.  After I’d gotten home, ate a quick sandwich and put my suit on, I called and Baby Mama walked in the door.  (Do I have timing or what?)  He said he’d call back after she had Baby loaded up and was gone.  42 minutes later my phone rings.  “Bitch is still here.  She’s upstairs talking to my Mom and won’t leave.” (the day prior there was an argument about domestics and custody.  Guess who has the baby 18 hours a day?  It’s not Momma!  But I digress.)  He was apologizing and said that we’d have to forget about swimming and I said not to worry about it.  He could call me whenever the hell she left.  I wasn’t planning on us getting together, but thought he might need to vent.  I later wound up with an IM apologizing that he had a meeting for his online gaming community, but if I wanted to come over we could hang out.  So I got a shower and headed over.  I got a kiss hello and the most hysterical part was when he apologized saying, “I’m sorry I’m not feeling real passionate tonight.”  I told him it was ok.  I said I had used up all my passion giving him that asthma attack the night before.  (Yes, that is a true statement.  If you want to know the details, ask.  Bow chica wah ah…)  We played video games for a while (I learned I suck at CoD and probably FPS’s in general) and while I was letting him play a round I answered an email from Chasing Amy.  Well he didn’t know that when I reply from my phone it will say “Sent from my T-Mobile BlackBerry” or something like that.  So he called thinking I replied from my laptop at home.  I was at Cane’s.  I answered and I promised that I would meet him for drinks, and just drinks Thursday night.

*Side note Cane knows about Chasing Amy.  Chasing Amy knows about Cane.  Apparently Chasing Amy reads my twitter and blog (learned this later last night).  They just didn’t know who each other was in real life, which is hysterical because we were all in the same grade and school since Cane had moved here in 7th grade.  Cane knew I was supposed to meet Chasing Amy Tuesday night (I ended up not going and watching a movie with Cane instead.)  He said to me that evening, “Look, we haven’t had the talk about being exclusive yet so if that’s what you need to do, as long as you’re careful keep doing it as long as you need to.  (I honestly think I fell in love with him a little at that.) Meanwhile Chasing Amy was scanning our Senior yearbook trying to figure out who Cane was.  (Spoiler alert, Cane dropped out our Senior year and went to another school and finished before our regular school year was done at our Alma Matter.  So he wasn’t in the Senior yearbook)

Chasing Amy requested I call him on my way home.  I got my ass kicked at another level, and decided to call it a night while Cane was outside smoking.  I paused the game and walked outside to him.  After a few kisses goodnight I walked to my SUV.  As I was driving home I thought I really should call Chasing Amy so I could stay awake.  BIG MISTAKE.  CA is an awesome guy.  One of my best friends for years.  To this day except for one of our other friends from school I know more about him and his secrets than anyone else.  And he knows many of mine.  But that man can unintentionally mind fuck me like no one else.  How so?

That cock knocking chicken fucker (my favorite insult of all time that I rarely use because it’s that special to me) is JEALOUS of Cane.  JEALOUS! JEALOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS?!?!?!?!?!?!?  ‘cuse me?  Aren’t I your other woman?  Do you not happen to have a live in relationship?  At the same time I’ve obviously got issues because I was mildly flattered.  He’s not throwing his hat in the ring to try to woo me, and he realizes how fucked up this all is, but he feels that way regardless.  He was bummed when I got serious with Erik because he never got to hook up, but he said the fact that I was happy was more important than him being selfish and wanting me to himself.  He was there for me when Erik and I broke up, but he freely admits that he was doing a mental fist pump that I was single again.  When I declared myself single for life because ‘I’m 30 and too old for this shit’ he did the happy dance.  When I said, “sure, lets just have an affair.  I don’t expect it to ever be anything more than that.  You’ll just be here as long as I need you, and when it’s not a good arrangement for either of us anymore we’ll go back to being friends” I’m sure he almost wet his pants.  And everything was good.  And then Cane found me again.  And I still had feelings for him I’d almost forgotten about.  And if you’re being ‘green’ (hey, I’m eco-friendly, I recycle ex boyfriends!) then in my eyes it’s not like really jumping back in the dating pool.  Shit, Cane has drama in his life too.  I’ve seen some bad shit.  But I know his demons.  He’s been up front about them, and I’ve been (almost) completely honest about my baggage.  (He doesn’t need to know that I wonder if maybe he’s shagging baby mama still just because he told me before he found me he was still hitting it on the side just because he could.)  I don’t know where Cane and I are, I don’t know where we’re going, and I wonder about RiverFest.  Because he goes every year for three days and asked if I could take off work and go with him for those three days.  (Guess who put in a vacation request yesterday?  The same person who’s freaking out about going ‘away’ for three days with Cane.  Not really in a bad way, I’ve  just been battling a case of ‘girl’ brain lately.)  And after a night like last night where we weren’t all cute and cuddly, (Tuesday night we cuddled and watched a movie and he fell asleep holding me.  Weird yet nauseatingly cute.) when I’m not quite sure if he’s still ‘feeling’ me: at 8:43 this morning I get my cute ‘wake up’ message of the day.  (He’s off today so he slept in.  Normally I have it before I’m at work.

Speaking of the messages (I warned you fuckers I was going to be all over the place today) CA said that if were pursuing me, he’d be doing the same thing.  He said I’m the kind of person who deserves to have that and he feels that I am beautiful.  To prove the point?  His favorite photo of me on my MySpace?  Not the pin up shots from the posing I did but a photo of me taken by a friend’s cell phone.  I was sleeping off a night of partying in a living room chair at a friends.  I think my head is laying on my hands and I had just barely opened my eyes.  I remember Bee (not his real name either but I’m not the one who nicknamed him) snapping the photo and scaring me.  He had been watching me sleep.  Transfixed.  Said he needed to take the picture to remember it.  I sleep hard.  Sometimes I drool.  When I’m sick and congested I sometimes snore.  I won’t lie.  I get white girl fro by the time I get up in the morning.  I am a scary, scary sight in the morning.  It probably doesn’t help that I am NOT a morning person at all.  But for some reason I liked that picture.  Apparently so did CA.  He said he looks at that photo all the time (It’s at LEAST three years old), and may the Lord strike me dead if I’m lying but he actually said to me, “I thought wow, her eyes sparkle when she wakes up.”  I never would have thought the word sparkle was in his vocabulary.  He said he’s never got to see it because he’s never gotten to wake up beside me.  I don’t know if he ever will.

And it’s not just that photo.  Sometime I should blog the story of egg drop day (a special event in my Junior High Alma Matter’s history.  It’s like graduation for 8th graders) but needless to say, somehow the photos he wanted to take of the girl he liked (who I was best friends with at the time) turned into more photos of me.  And despite my denim on denim attire (look, I was 13.  My Mother largely bought my clothes.   I’d like to think that I’m now a successful fashionista with my own style) and the fact that to this day I hate having my photo taken he said I take a good photo.  (crazy that I’ve even done paid modeling and still internally cringe when I see a camera come out.)  The weirdest thing of that day is when something happened.  I don’t know what the hell it was, because I had known him for three years prior.  But that day I became ‘aware’ of him.  His big dorky glasses and a Buffalo Bills t shirt, I didn’t know I liked him yet, but it was like suddenly I knew whenever he was around after that.  I still remember that.  And he got those photos out again last night to look at again. (I’ve requested to borrow them to see and make copies)  He said how he’s never forgotten that in his Freshman yearbook I signed it as, “You’re cute since you got contacts.”  I was such the suave girl even back then, lol.

I laid it all out.  He knows I refer to him as Chasing Amy.  It used to be his favorite Kevin Smith movie but before Mr. Film Critic slaughtered it I told him to shut up.  I explained why it was my favorite movie, and it became my favorite movie after one pivotal scene but later at the end of the movie, it hit me that he was my Chasing Amy.  I told him that I carried that torch for him for years.  And I truly believe that he was my shot at love, and I messed up.  It doesn’t matter that I was 15 when I broke his heart.  All I know is that I may never love somebody like that ever again in my life.  And for those naysayers, he was NOT my first love, or even my first boyfriend so don’t give me that line of shit.  And I’m ok with that.  I don’t think I have it in me to love someone like that ever again.  I don’t think that now, the people we grew into, I don’t think we could love each other like that.  And I’m ok with that.  It doesn’t mean that I can’t love someone with all that I have. It just so happens that all I have is whatever I have left.

But the mind implosion was still to come.  I broke down and told him who Cane is.  Which surprised him having last seen him our Senior year and Cane looks completely different as I hope do I.  He said if he were in Cane’s shoes, he’d do the same thing.  Sending me cute text messages, emailing me, just generally reminding me that he found me attractive and worth putting in the effort to pursue me.  And in the next breath he said, “but I’m bad for you.  I’m like your ex, I think you deserve better than me.”

BOOM

“I just made your brain explode, didn’t I?”

Yes you fucking did.

I’m not even going to get into the part where he asked me out on a date.  That deserves it’s own fucking blog post.  Between two disconnects we spent close to three hours on the phone.  Much of it me crying.  About things in general.  How I’m scared that Cane is going to hurt me again, that even though I think it’s best, I’m also a little sad that I’m most likely going to be alone for the rest of my life.  It was a good conversation for us to have for the most part, as I finally told him everything instead of just alluding to it.

And we’re ok.  We just aired everything out.  And it was slightly hot that my ex was ’stalking’ me, lol.  Just the cute internet searching, web page/social network viewing, looking at old photos, following me on twitter stalking.  Not the I’m gonna follow you to work and camp out in your back yard at night stalking.

Apparently we’re going for drinks tonight too.  He warned me if I’m not at my bar at 8 pm (he’s going to be there at 7:45 but he’s granted me my fashionably late time table) that he will drive to my house and drag me out of there cave man style by my hair.

The best part was the email he first sent me about the drinks:

So how would you feel about getting together for a completely chaste* drink tomorrow evening?

*completely chaste excludes any and all leering I might do in the course of said drink consumption

Even if he makes my brain explode, at least he can still make me laugh.

June 30th, 2010 by IamDraven

I have some of the most interesting conversations on IM and text message.  People wonder why I break out into hysterical laughter sometimes.  I don’t have time to write  a real blog right now so I thought I’d share some of my funnies. (The black writings are my replies.)

*”I called your Eric a jerk.”

“It’s spelled Erik.  You called him a jerk of all things?”

“It’s all I could get out, if I said anything else I’d use every swear word out there plus make up some of my own as I went.”

Said only as my Skittelz could put it.

*”I only ask because I care about you and don’t want to see you hurt.  Are you sure you should start sleeping with your ex boyfriend again?”

“I NEVER slept with him.  EVER.  This would be the first time.”

“Oh.  In that case, let me rephrase my question.  WHEN are you going to start sleeping with him?”

An IRL convo with my other bestie, Joan.

*”I’ve always been fascinated with you since we grew up.  Even back in the days when you started writing and put it on your MySpace.  I subscribed so I could read everything.”

“Calling me fascinating was good enough but the reading my blogs?  That’s a certified panty dropper right there.”

“I wasn’t trying to get you to drop your panties, but I won’t say no to a panty-less woman.”

The artist otherwise known as CA

*”Sorry you two broke up.  Time to rebound!  Bar trolling for drunken frat boys Saturday?”

“Nope.  No self sabotage.  Instead I’m eating healthier and I joined a gym.”

“Jigga what?”

“Seriously”

“Who the fuck are you and how did you get Tracey’s phone?”

Dude, I heart Tewwy.

*”So that’s what happened?  I knew I fucked up, but I didn’t remember how.  I was pretty fucked up all together back then.”

“Yup.  Had your chance and blew it.  I was your first friend when you moved here in Jr. High and your assigned ‘wife’ in the family study in Econ class and you never said shit.  Five years after we graduated you finally got the chance to date me and screwed up royally.  Now I’m old and gray.”

“I thought you were gorgeous then, and more likely than not still are.”

“Could you possible text that to me daily?  If so I might be swayed to forgive all past transgressions.”

“I could make that happen.  I’d be more than happy to do it.”

IM from ‘Wonder if he’ll still think I’m gorgeous when he see’s me on Monday after seven years?

June 23rd, 2010 by IamDraven

I used to love you.

I used to be your girlfriend.

I used to be the only girl who had broken your heart, now I’m just the first that did.

I used to think you were the one that got away.  My ‘Chasing Amy’

I used to live in that city.  Farthest away from my family that I’d ever lived.

I used to wonder what it would be like to kiss you again, after teaching you how to kiss so many years ago.

I used to wonder if as adults, we’d have any chemistry.

I used to wonder if that nervous tension I felt around you was only on my side.

I used to wonder if the passion we thought we felt was real.

I used to wonder what would happen if we ever got alone behind closed doors.

Now, knowing the answers to what I used to wonder, someday I’ll look back and say, “I used to wonder how long this would last.”

June 14th, 2010 by IamDraven

And I had every opportunity to.  Chasing Amy took me out for drinks for my birthday.  And the option for a two person after party was already on the table before tonight even came.  And it got close.  Oh so close.  I have no alcohol tolerance anymore.  And Tequila was a close personal friend of mine back in the day when I actually used to have a few drinks on the weekends.  And Lisa (the bartender) made sure Mr. Jose Cuervo came to pay me his birthday respects.  (Did I mention C.A. picked the bar I used to work at for our night out?)  Did you ever hear the song Tequila makes her clothes fall off?  I was wearing a new dress or that might have happened.

He’s older than me by 7 months and since I was with Erik on his birthday, I didn’t go out with him for his birthday as promised.  So I made sure I bought him his birthday round to make up for lost time.  He bought me a round.  We bought ourselves another round…

He kissed me.  And forgive the cliche, but it was magical.  I was his first kiss (but he was not mine), and 15 years later we still have amazing chemistry.  It would have been so easy to go to a room with him and spend all night there.  But as he was kissing me, in the back of my mind I kept thinking, “this isn’t right.”  And I was thinking of Erik.  It felt so strange kissing someone else after having been with only Erik.  And if I was thinking that while C.A. was kissing me, how could I sleep with him?

And ladies and gentlemen, that is why I’m home, blogging, before it’s even last call.

Happy Birthday To Me…

June 12th, 2010 by IamDraven

So one Saturday afternoon two girlfriends go together to take a class.  (And girlfriends as in besties, not lesbians you darling perverted readers of mine.)

Say said class is finished and they gals are on there way to hit a shopping sale before one goes home to ready for a party and the other goes to work.  While noticing a traffic jam, one uses her reasoning skills to ascertain there must have been an accident and nothing is being done on scene.

Would those two gals sit there and wonder what was going on and start rubbernecking or getting out and standing on the car’s seat to try and see something, or honk their horn in annoyance like most of the other people around them?

Or would the make sure help was on the way by checking the 911 website, then when help is officially dispatched, text someone working at the local trauma center to alert them about said accident and would begin notifying people and media, and calling to check a scanner report? (Mainly because they were too far back in the traffic to be first responder.)

The two girls in the SUV on their way to the store?  One’s an IAFF registered, MIC-U trained EMT who happens to work in said trauma center, and the other one is an editor for the local paper (YDR).

Which do you think they did?

May 24th, 2010 by IamDraven

“You picked him over me and now he left you.  If you had picked me this wouldn’t have happened.”

Ouch.  Yeah I got that from one of the former contenders.  Or how about this gem?

“We’ve got the chemistry, and if it weren’t for our history, we’d probably be dating right now.”

Ok, so maybe I tore his heart out and stomped on it.  Numerous times.  The last time being in front of most of our friends when we were in high school.

Needless to say, I’m not looking for another boyfriend.  I’ve got my ‘backup plan” and if I need companionship, he’s there and he’s also my date for my birthday. (Not my birthday party).  So it’s nice to know on my birthday I can get dressed up and go out and have a good time.

Last night my phone blew up and I wound up going out for dinner and also meeting some friends out at a local bar after that.  We ended up going to a second bar and a friend of a friend met up with us.  I actually thought ‘wow, he’s cute” which shocked me because I haven’t even looked at another guy since Erik dumped me.  I thought he was there with one of the girls, but it turns out he’s single.  And cute.  Did I mention he’s cute?

We talked a lot and had a surprising amount of things in common. When the creepy DJ stopped spinning I said I wished I had cash because when in a redneck bar my favorite thing to do is play annoying rap/hip hop.  He went over to the jukebox and started picking music for me.  When I mentioned how much I liked this song (From the blog title by Jason Derulo) he put more money in the jukebox and played it for me while I danced in the booth with Skittelz.  Later on at my mention of loving Sugar Ray he played Answer the Phone and was winning points in my book.  He bought me my last beer of the night and then a group of us ended up hanging out for two hours after the bar closed.

It was nice.  He was funny, smart and cute.  We flirted and were cuddly, touchy-feelyish talking with our arms around each other and him blowing me kisses.  I told him I didn’t appreciate the smell of his after bar food and him blowing me kisses was as far as he was getting.  He was very sweet and even walked me around the hill when I feared walking down it in flip flops and a maxi dress.  Before I left to take Skittelz back to her car he dialed his phone from mine and saved my number in his phone.  He told me now I had his number, and gave me a big hug and kissed me under my right earlobe, right where my jaw starts.  It was very cute and I’m flattered.  It’s good for my ego to have someone cute flirt with me.  I don’t think I’m going to call him though.  But I am slightly excited to see him again this Sunday.  Even if I don’t have my mojo back, he’s a good to salve my ego.

May 18th, 2010 by IamDraven

Strangely enough yesterday was your local ‘fix Tracey up’ day in case you didn’t get the memo.

At work a friend at work noticed I was scheduled to work a lot of doubles.  I said it was to make up for the vacation time I’m taking next month for my birthday.  Erik had planned a surprise for me which I now know was a camping trip.  She said I could go camping with her and her boyfriend.  While I’ve hung out with them frequently I said I didn’t want to be a third wheel.  She informed me I wouldn’t be a third wheel because she had someone in mind for me.  Only problem?  His name is Eric.  I asked how he spelled it and she said with a C.  She asked why and I showed her a scene from an episode of Leverage I watched this weekend.

Parker: “Eric with a C is nice and friendly.  Erik with a K is EVIL!”

Sophie: “I didn’t know that”

Parker: “Everybody knows that!”

I didn’t know that either or I wouldn’t have wasted the last year of my life!

I went to visit my friends in another department for my afternoon drink break and they were plotting to set me up with the older one’s nephew.  It had been said prior to the breakup that they thought I would be a good match for him but it was too bad I had a boyfriend.  Now that I’m single they had been scheming.

At the end of the day yesterday I was out to dinner with Joan and her daughter and I told her about the fix ups and I said I was glad to know I was safe from that with her.  She laughed and said, “Well, actually…”

I shit you not.  Three separate friends, or groups of friends in one day approached me with ideas about setting me up.  I’ve been single for just over two weeks.  Am I over Erik?  Definitely not.  Will I throw myself at him and beg him to take me back?  Definitely not.  He claims I deserve better than him.  He has no idea that he was everything I ever wanted, and more.  More than I knew I wanted until I had it and realized how lucky I was.  But he doesn’t feel that way about me, so there’s no point in trying to pursue it.

I almost feel like I wasted the last year of my life.  I’ll be 30 in a little less than a month.  I figured if I wasn’t in a serious relationship by the time I was 30 I was done.  And after this break up I swore I was done.  I was happy moving at the snails pace that I was with Erik.  Maybe I’ll find someone else who’s happy with letting me creep along the relationship path and who knows.  Maybe I’ll get married before I’m 50.  If not, I’m just one cat away from the Crazy Cat Lady Starter Kit®

{Next time on IamDraven.com, drama with an ex and a previous contender}

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you’ve had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along

So a day when you’ve lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)

When everything is wrong, we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along

When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through

(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along

February 9th, 2010 by IamDraven

That’s a lyric from my favorite Xzibit song – Hey Now (Mean Muggin).  I’ve always been a fan, not rabid, but just a fan, and I tripped out when I saw him on Extreme Home Makeover.  At first I thought it was a publicity stunt, but he was genuine, and damned if he doesn’t keep coming back.  I sent him a tweet saying that I admired him for that, and that more people should follow his lead.  Imagine my surprise when I got this email!

So Diablo Cody (nee’ Brook Busey) tqweeted to me, and now Xzibit follows me.  I don’t get celeb-crazy, but I gotta admit it’s pretty cool to have celebrities ‘appreciate’ me via twitter.  That’s one of the few places I really am me.

November 27th, 2009 by IamDraven

This is part of a panel from my favorite web comic, Least I Could Do.  This section is about 4 years old, but it’s very funny and incredibly well drawn, so heck it out if you like something that’s not politically correct and slightly raunchy. 

But the main part of this blog is to say thank you.  My Thanksgiving pretty much sucked, but after spending all of Thanksgiving day and late evening last year in the emergency department with my Uncle, it could have been much worse. 

I wasn’t going to blog, but I commented on my dear friend Fury’s blog and it made me share that maybe I should share it with more than him and his readers.  I hope everyone had quality time with those they love.

I am thankful I have in almost 6 years with my company. As much as I hate my job some days, I’m thankful I have one.

I’m thankful that as annoying as having Bell’s Palsy is that it wasn’t a stroke as they originally thought, and hopefully, my face will eventually get back to normal.

I’m thankful for my family, that even though they’re pretty much required to love me, they do anyway. I’m even more thankful for my friends who DON’T have to love me and choose to anyway.

I’m thankful for my cat, who is my furry little child and companion who always keeps me company and cheers me up. Had it not been for him, I wouldn’t have woken up when I did, and the Bell’s would have been much more progressed by the
time my alarm went off for work.

I’m probably the most thankful for my boyfriend. Who could have walked away when I got sick, and I full expected him too. Instead he called off work, drove the whole way to me to take care of me and the biggest shocker, made us an ‘official’ couple after nearly 6 months of dating. He amazes me constantly.

Even with all my struggles this year, I have been richly blessed.