Niagara Falls baby!

Yesterday, we were so super excited to get up and head to dim sum for lunch. Mmm. . . dim sum. I miss Golden Port so, so, so much. I even have dirty dreams about it. Hey, don't judge me. We stuffed ourselves with spring rolls, dumplings, rice, chicken on a stick (yes, more food on a stick), and pork buns. It was so yummy and once again, I felt like throwing up after a meal. I really should stop eating so much. But where would the fun be in that?

After lunch, we headed to the Falls. We parked on the American side and walked the bridge over to the Canadian side. We didn't really want to hang out in America too much. Been there, done that. Laura and I had a bit of trouble walking over the bridge since we are both terrified of heights. Luke took snapshots of us the whole way across. Didn't really expect anything else from him. Canada was much prettier than America. The Falls were great and we went into a lot of cheesy tourist shops. Mmm. . . cheesy shops. They would have been better if they had been deep fried, too. After the Falls, we walked back across the border and shopped the outlets in America. Eh, they were only okay. I was just going wherever Luke and Laura told me to. You would think that we would have eaten enough greasy food, but no. We decided to go to Uno's for dinner (with Luke's lovely sister) and then we shopped at Barnes and Noble (don't I have enough books) and then went to Wegman's for food. Yes, food. I needed barbecue sauce and Laura and I both had a sudden craving for candy. I really am beginning to see a pattern with this trip.

We did manage to get some sleep last night and I have to say that my legs are incredibly sore today. After all the walking we've done in the past two days, I'm wiped. Today was a relatively quiet day. We went to several garage sales (where Laura and I bought even more books) and then we all had a nice lunch with Laura's cousin. She was really nice, but it would have been nicer if she had deep fried the sandwiches or something. Today is actually my one month anniversary with Boy Wonder and I did call him. I'm having a great time here, but I do miss him terribly. It sounds like he misses me, too. I know one month doesn't sound like much, but this is the most normal relationship I've ever been in and it's nice that I haven't done anything to screw it up yet. He said it's the most normal relationship he's ever been in, too. I did get him a little souvenir in the Falls to let him know I was thinking about him. Anyway, after the nice lunch with Laura's cousin, we went to Lake Ontario and walked around for a bit. We even played on the swingsets for a while. That was fun. . . and a good workout. It made all of us relive our childhoods a bit. Now we're hanging out at Luke's place for a bit and soon, we will be headed to a movie with his friends, Jake and Rachel. We're going to see "Snakes on a Plane." Luke says it's funny, but we'll see. I just have to wonder: how do you get snakes past security? I will keep you posted. I know that inquiring minds want to know.

Every food should come in stick form

I'm in Rochester! Woo-hoo. . . don't know if I should laugh or cry about it. But since my flight got in so late last night, Laura says I missed the orgy. After hearing that, what else could I do but cry? I slept the entire flight over here. Seriously, did you really expect anything else from me? I was tired. When I got in, we quickly got my luggage and went off for midnight margaritas and half-price appetizers. Yeah, I really have to do this town when I'm drunk. Everything is much funnier. We went off to our respective beds. Yeah, I drew the short straw and wound up sleeping with Luke. I tried to make the most of it by some late night fondling, but he was having none of that. He fell off the bed trying to get away from me. Bastard. Oh well, I like Boy Wonder much better anyway. And Luke and Laura insist on calling him Wonder Bread. Whatever, I love him either way.

Today, we went off to the State Fair in Syracuse. Holy smokes, can people fry a lot of food. You could get everything fried: twinkies, brownies, cheesecake, oreos. . . and if you felt like going healthy, you could get some fried broccoli. Yum. I had so much food. Hotdogs, nachos, cheese, fried oreos, and cheesecake on a stick. Damn, I love food on a stick. I love food that's deep fried. Did I mention that we ate a lot. We spent six hours walking the fair, eating food, looking at all the animals (and wishing we could deep fry some of them), and we just had a merry old time. We won lots of free stuff and spun a bunch of wheels. I got some pretty sweet things. I also won a pig because some woman couldn't guess my weight correctly. She said I had junk in my trunk. Ha. My boyfriend loves my junk, thank you very much.

After all that walking, we went to Luke's Aunt Deb's house to talk and generally make fun of Luke. Ahhh, good times, good times. There were peanut butter cookies. Seriously. . . more food. After all that food and laughter, we decided we STILL hadn't had enough to eat, so we headed to Jay's Diner and then to Wendy's for some vanilla frosties. Now, as I sit here exhausted and with a bloated stomach, I just have to wonder: Can one person really eat too many fried foods? Nah, what a silly question.

First Fight

So Boy Wonder and I had our first fight yesterday. Yeah, it was bound to happen sooner or later. It was all about the spending the night thing. It started out innocent enough when he asked if there was anything he could do to make me happy. Apparently, he's in the business of making me happy. Sweet and a little bit sickening, yes I know. But I love him for it. I was honest and told him that the fact that he won't spend the night with me is a sore spot. But other than that, I'm all good. Then, he started backtracking and said that he does want to spend the night with me and that I can sleep over whenever I want. Seriously, what the hell? We got into a fight because I felt like he was saying and doing two different things. Actually, he was saying two different things and I had to idea what the hell he wanted or what was going on. We were discussing it over yahoo messenger and I told him that I didn't want to talk about it at that moment and that I was a little pissed off at him. Being the great boyfriend that he is, he went outside at work so that he could call me and we could straighten everything out. We did eventually resolve everything. His excuse was that boys are stupid. But he can only use that excuse once. He did say that he loves me and wants to be with me. So I guess we're cool now. We survived our first fight and there was no screaming or punches being thrown. I think we handled it rather well. He's an easygoing guy though, so whenever we do fight, I don't think it's going be horrible and traumatic. He seems like he's a good communicator so that's good. I do love him. But it's weird because this is happening so incredibly fast. I'm starting to have doubts and I think it's just because I've never felt like this. So this is all new to me. It feels right, but I'm just wondering: how do you know when you have found IT? When you have found someone that you love enough to spend the rest of your life with? It's so confusing. I just want to make sure I'm not making the wrong decision. I'm resisting the urge to run in the opposite direction. Honestly, that's my first instinct just because I'm afraid of getting hurt. But I guess I just have to take a giant leap of faith and go for it. I'm just no good at faith. Really, ask anyone.

Onto a different subject. . . yes, it's okay to breathe a huge sigh of relief. I am leaving tomorrow to visit Luke and I am so excited. Laura is even coming and that is going to be awesome because I haven't seen her since her wedding. And even then, we didn't get to hang out that much because of all the craziness. So I'm really looking forward to spending time with her. There is only one fly in the ointment. I looked at the weather and apparently, it's going to rain the ENTIRE time that I'm there. Seriously, what the hell? I am not kidding when I say that my last THREE trips to Rochester have been filled with rainy days. Just about the entire time I'm there is rainy and cloudy. It really sucks when you're going during the summer and you want to do things outdoors. I don't know why the rain follows me, but it seems as if I am cursed. And it has been raining off and on in Georgia for several days now. I have a feeling that the second I leave on a plane for Rochester, the clouds and rain will miraculously disappear. Stupid weather. But I guess as long as I am with my friends, we'll still have tons of fun. Can't wait!

The next level Part 2

There has been a slight tinge of weirdness between me and Boy Wonder that has upset me a little. It's not a huge thing. Apparently, he doesn't feel comfortable spending the night with me yet. I know, we're having sex, but he doesn't want to spend the night with me. The other night, after our first time, he did ask me to leave. He didn't really do it in a mean way, but the fact that he did it still left me feeling a little rejected. He could tell that I was upset about something and he called me soon after I left his place. We talked about it a little and he said he didn't mean to hurt my feelings and he didn't mean for it to come across as him kicking me out immediately after sex. He said that he wasn't sure if we were "at the point" of sleeping over or not. Last night, he left my place and said that he couldn't spend the night. He tried to explain it to me and said that it didn't have anything to do with me. I'm sure he could tell I was still disappointed, so he sent me a nice email last night. He told me that he does love me and him leaving doesn't say anything negative about me or our relationship. He has just been alone so long that it's hard giving up his solitary time, basically. He said that he just needs me to be patient and that it will take him a little time to open up to me and be comfortable enough to spend the night with me.

I know that he isn't using me for sex and I know that he loves me. He does tell me he does a lot. I just hate it when I have to leave him or he has to leave me. I feel like crap because I love him so much and I would like to actually spend the night with him. I almost hate this feeling of being in love. I feel so good with him and I know that because of my feelings for him, he has this huge power to break my heart. I'm trying to trust that he won't, but it's really, really hard. I'm so happy that I keep waiting for something to happen to screw it up. I keep waiting for him to realize that I'm not nearly as funny or exciting or smart as he thinks I am. So I'm a little oversensitive to signs that he may be losing interest. Am I wrong for allowing this to get to me so much? I did tell him that I would be patient and just be secure with the knowledge that he does love me. I guess since we've only been dating for three weeks that I can give him this time to be comfortable sharing with me. I mean, we do have the rest of our lives to spend nights together. I think that maybe I should only worry if we've been together for months and he still doesn't feel comfortable spending the night with me. After al, if we're planning on spending our lives together, then we should be able to spend the night together. For now, I will just have to be patient and it is not easy. I am not a patient person. Other than this one thing, things are pretty great. I mean, last night at dinner, he tore his napkin in half so that I could have a piece because there were no more napkins. Now that's romance.

The next level

So Boy Wonder and I finally took our relationship to the next level and we actually got physical. . . well, more physical than we've been anyway. It was pretty great. This whole thing is just weird to me because I feel so much more for him than I've felt for anyone else. I felt a little discombobulated afterwards. Of course, he was great. He wasn't even going to at first because he said that he didn't want to do anything that I wasn't ready for. Can you believe it? I actually pressured him, not that he was complaining of course. Hehe. Or maybe it was some kind of reverse psychology on his part. But he's totally interested in more than just sex. If that was all he was interested in, he would have given up and lost interest ages ago. So it's nice to know that someone actually wants me for more than my body. And he loves me. I'm just so happy about it. I think the best part of that night was just being with him after. It was nice afterglow. . . lots of cuddle time. Nice. We just keep moving up and up and up. Honestly, I think we're a little crazy. We've moved so fast that I can barely catch my breath. This is the first time that I've moved fast emotionally as opposed to moving fast physically. But it was so much better because of it. Knowing that he loves me and wants to spend his life with me just made it so much better. And I love him. The thought of forever doesn't scare me anymore.

My Boyfriend's Back!!

Yay! Boy Wonder is back in town and I am back to my old, happy-go-lucky self. We saw each other yesterday and I don't think we stopped hugging for fifteen minutes. It felt so good to see him again. I didn't think it was possible to miss someone this much. And last night. . . he did it. He told me he loved me for the first time. I am so deliriously happy. It just felt right. I can't believe how fast things are moving. He's already talking about wanting me to move to Marietta with him. I'm not sure just how serious he is, but THAT would be quick, right? But I have this thing where I won't move in with a guy before we get married. I know it sounds old-fashioned, but that's just how I feel and I told him that. I just think if we move in together, then it will be easy for us to just live together for who knows how long before he finally pops the question. It's so tempting though. But I think if he did seriously want me to move in with him right now, that would be moving a little fast for me, even if I didn't feel the way I did about it. We haven't even introduced each other to our friends yet. He says he needs to and wants to so that nerve-wracking test will come soon. Truth be told, we haven't even had sex yet. I know. Shocking, isn't it? But neither one of us wanted to jump into anything, so we've been holding back, which has been very, very, very, very hard. Did I mention how hard it's been? I guess I have more willpower than I thought. I'm actually a little nervous about it. This will be the first time that I will be with someone that I actually love. Well I was in love with Robert, but he didn't love me back so that doesn't count. This will be so much better. I just know it.

Okay, and my HPV virus that I had last year. . . apparently, my wonderful, wonderful immune system has cleared it out of my body so it's no longer there. Halleujah. I went to the doctor and they confirmed it. Is it wrong that I never told Boy Wonder that I got anything? I mean, it is in the past, it's gone so it shouldn't have any effect on us now. I think we'll just let sleeping dogs lie with that one. He doesn't have to know my entire medical history, does he?

All I know is that I'm happy and in love and I'm just going to sit back and enjoy it.

The Big "L"

Things have been a bit crazy lately. I've been working some extra shifts at the shelter. They have been a bit short-staffed and the extra money is always nice. I have been pretty miserable this week because Boy Wonder is out of town. I know, I know. . . please shoot me. I have become one of those women that I hate. I have been sulking and miserable because my boyfriend is out of town. Maybe it's just because our relationship is still so new. It's not like I've been sitting around waiting for him to call (which he HAS done quite often, by the way). I've worked my extra shifts, I've managed to work out a little, I caught up on some cleaning and some TV, and I even had dinner with an old friend last night. I guess I just feel like a part of me is missing because he isn't here with me. I know that sounds cheesy and corny, but I can't help it.

I think the big "L" word is coming. He's hinted at how he feels several times this week. I think he's just waiting till he can say it in person. Or maybe he's just waiting for the right time. I think it just hit me this week just how much he means to me. I wasn't even sure at first if I felt the same way, but now I'm just going to say it. Okay, so I love him. There. Whew, that feels so much better. Now I just have to say it out loud and to him. That will come. No rush. I know this seems so fast and a part of me is scared by that. But then the rest of me knows that nothing has ever felt this right. Ever. So who cares if this has happened so incredibly fast? There's no set timetable for when two people should fall in love, is there? We've been discussing marriage and what we should name our kids. There's so much laughter and happiness and it's just crazy.

I have to admit that I wasn't sure I was in love with him at first. But being without him this week has made me realize how much he means to me. Every time he calls me, I feel so incredibly happy. I can't wait until I can see him again. When I think of the future, I don't think in terms of "I" anymore. I think in terms of "we." He knows that I don't want to live in Georgia for the rest of my life and he's okay with that. I'm thinking I don't want to drag him to some city where he's going to be miserable for the rest of his life. I'm even willing to give up L.A. Now that's love. Am I crazy for feeling this much this fast? I didn't think it was possible to feel this much for someone this fast. But I guess when it's right, it's right. I'm just going to sit back and enjoy it. I'm just so damn happy.

Celebrity Lookalikes Part 2

Okay, here goes my second part of the celebrity lookalike experiment. Let's see what the computer comes up with, shall we? Here is the first picture to be submitted. I thought I looked quite fetching and tan in the Bahamas.


Here is my list: Joni Mitchell, Drew Berrymore (but as a young child), Val Kilmer (ha!), and Lise Meitner. Stupid computer. Let's try again.

Okay, here is a pic of the very first time I ever held a gun. Woo-hoo! I love going to the shooting range.


Okay, computer. . . give me some of that sweet, sweet stuff. Most diverse group yet. First person they give me is Oprah Winfrey. Hehe. Then we have Eddie Murphey, Spike Lee (what the hell man?), Carrie Underwood, and Beyonce Knowles. Okay, seriously. . . maybe not so much diverse as it just contains a lot of black people. Maybe it was my shirt?

All right, last picture, I promise. This is one of me in front of a waterfall when World Traveler and I went to North Carolina. Nice and outdoorsy.


And here goes nothing. And the Oscar goes to. . . Matthew Perry (hot, don't you think?), Spike Lee (again?!?), Samuel L. Jackson (I have always thought he was hot), Eddie Murphy, and Meryl Streep.

Now I just don't know whether this database is crap or whether I'm just very versatile in who I can look like. And I mean very versatile.

Celebrity Lookalikes

There is a website that I have discovered on my random search of new and exciting material on the web. It is called My Heritage and it actually allows you to scan a picture of yourself into the computer so that they can supposedly scan your face and tell you what celebrities you most look like. I could not resist doing this. I've only done one picture so far and the results were surprising, to say the least. Below is the picture that I scanned in.



Apparently, the list of celebrities they came up with that most resembled me were Drew Berrymore, Hillary Clinton (what???), Julianne Moore, Shakira, Elizabeth Taylor, Christina Ricci, and Anne Hathaway. Huh. Very diverse group, wouldn't you say? Maybe my readers out there could suggest who I really look like. Be kind please. Does my face actually resemble any of these people? I intend on uploading another picture later to see what other group I get. I'll post those results as well. This is so much fun. You really should try it. It's great when you're bored and have nothing else to do.

By the way, the past two days have been awful because my boyfriend has been out of town. **Sigh.** No IM's or emails from work as has been our habit. He gets back in tonight. However, he has been calling every chance he can. He called me tonight and then I had to go because I arrived at work as I am working the overnight shift at the shelter. He then called me an hour later just to say that he was trying to sleep, but couldn't because he was thinking of me and he needed to hear my voice. How sweet is that? We see each other again Saturday. The really, really, really bad thing is that he leaves to go out of town AGAIN on Sunday and doesn't get back until Friday. And because of my work schedule, we're probably not even going to see each other until Monday. So that will be really hard. I swear, I think I'm falling hard for this guy. I also really admire Laura for doing a long distance relationship for so long and I have no idea how she did it.

Before I sign out on this post, I want to wish my good friend Luke a very happy birthday. Happy Birthday Luke! Don't think I've forgotten about you in all the excitement over my social life. I love you and miss you!

Can I be a talk show host please?

Greg Behrendt, the author of the best-selling book, "He's Just Not that Into You, is getting his own talk show. That's right ladies and gentleman. . . we have reached the bottom of the barrel. Apparently, Hollywood thinks he has valuable relationship advice to offer the national public.

My question is: what are his qualifications exactly? Why do millions of women flock to hear his so-called words of wisdom about men and relationships? Is he some sort of psychologist? No. Has he done extensive study on the subject? No. He's just some random guy who screwed a bunch of ladies over in the past before he found his one true love and now he's waking women up to the truth about their philandering, lieing, disappearing, loser boyfriends/husbands.

So let's look at some of the chapters to his book, shall we?
He's not that into you if he's not calling you.
He's not that into you if he's disappearing on you.
He's not that into you if he's not having sex with you.
He's not that into you if he's having sex with someone else.
He's not that into you if he's married to someone else. (okay, seriously. . . did that one even need to be said??)
He's not that into you if he's not marrying you.

There are several others, but that's the gist. So tell me. . . all of that's basically true, right? But was there anything particularly insightful there? All he did was write a book and say all the things that women were thinking deep down, but were afraid to say. Nothing new, nothing extraordinary. And for that, the man gets his own show. I don't get it. I give it one season. The sad thing is that I may actually watch one episode. I did look at some of the episode descriptions and he is doing a little bit more than boy/girl relationship advice stuff. . . but is anyone going to want to watch him at anything else? And the first time he utters those words, "He's just not that into you" to a guest, I'm going to hurl his stupid book through the TV.

Really, I think I deserve my own talk show. Come on, I deserve it. I have tons of life experience and I have dated a lot of losers. Now, I think I may have actually stumbled upon a relationship that's real. Hey, if that isn't a qualification to dole out relationship advice to thousands of strangers, I don't know what is.