Can you believe I sluffed off Idol tonight? What the hell? I have never done that in the whole.. erm, one year I have been Idol blogging. I am shamed. Yet kinda glad. That is like so much work. Sure I was at the computer all night as it was, but it was nice to take a night off from that. Of course the other half of me is saying ‘but it’s so early in the season’. Blah blah blah. I think once a week is plenty, if I can get Pandora to sign off on taking the girls night, all the better.

So what was I doing? Well for one thing, taking that poll off the top. I was gonna do it earlier today but I was busy.. f*cking Matt Damon. Totally, and no I wasn’t pretending it was you. There is still time to get your vote in if you like. You remember the question? No? It was who would you rather f*ck (with an asterisk, just like that. It’s dirtier.) Matt Damon or Ben Affleck. I know. Tough question. So while you digest that, let me just tell you…

I was PIMPED! I love it. Now we have always known I can be a bit of a blog whore. Heh. But this time I was pimped live! Plugged! At least I think that is what you call it when you hear it LIVE. Yup. I was pimped and plugged by Jester. All kidding aside (tho I hope it was good for you too) Jester has been blogging since forever and has started up his own radio show type podcast thing over on the Blog Talk Radio. It was fun for me to listen in, as I used to live up in ol’ NoCal and Jester and what’s-his-bucket mentioned a lot of my old stomping grounds like Faces in Sacramento… Aw, memories! Oh, and ew, memories.. Depending on the night. Sheesh. I am glad I survived those days. Anyhoo, thanks for the pimping and plugging yo! 

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Inspiration hits at odd times. It can strike anywhere. In this particular case I was sitting on the toilet. At 2 in the morning. But hey, what can you do? I washed my hands, and refuse to argue with my insomnia, so here I am. I realized I forgot to mention one small detail of my past weekend. Richard and I selected and bought a new bedroom set. Was it my dream furniture? No, not so much. It is really close though, and I am really excited. There will be a real dresser! In my room! (Clearly it’s the little things...)

It may seem to some that I am a bit spoiled. At least it does to Richard, who mentioned it just the other day. His reasoning was a bit different, but still. If one were to visit the homestead here at dp.com enterprises it may seem like we have a lot of stuff. Nice stuff. Let me just say it has taken us close to ten years to accumulate an entire house of furniture and accessories. Not that I feel bad about owning stuff, but it came to mind after Richard’s comment. You see it all started long, long ago. I was in my early twenties. I wore my tightest tee shirt again that day…

I moved in with Richard on Valentine’s Day. It was the Valentine’s Day directly following that 4th of July weekend where we met at that baseball game. We waited a whole 7 months, although during that time I was mostly spending all my time at his place. I had a roommate and he didn’t, so for privacy alone… It can be awkward when your roomy hears that ass slapping of new love! Anyhoo, I remember moving day as if it was yesterday. It was raining. I was very concerned about my second hand leather couches getting wet. A painful time to be sure. But I survived and soon we were haggling over what to keep and what went. Combining households is a daunting task, and in an effort to save our sanity as well as our young relationship we opted for the storage unit. For just 60 dollars a month we each had the piece of mind of knowing that if the whole situation tanked our belongings were just up the road, ready to set up house individually. Getting into the storage unit involved careful negotiations. We ditched his water bed, and like 90 percent of my other stuff was newer so I like totally won. But the efforts to build a nest together started then. Luckily we both worked retail, as that discount was to become the most important thing..

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Tonight Richard is doing up one of his amazing dinners. While checking on his turkey, he commented that we had a ways to go as it wasn’t yet registering on the meat thermometer. I asked him if the oven was working. He laughed, yet said that wasn’t funny. This is an inside little joke of ours that goes way back.

You see, when we first started dating (I use the term dating loosely. We were rarely apart.) Richard had decided to cook for me. He was going to do something fancy. I was to show up after work and do nothing but enjoy the meal. I was excited! I had never had a man cook for me before! Of course, I had never been on a date that involved a meal… Anyhoo. So after work I raced home and changed into the tightest t-shirt I owned and threw on some jeans. I made the 50 minute drive over to his place in a nervous state. I had no idea what to expect, and felt kinda bad that he was cooking and going to so much trouble. When I arrived it was a scene I’ll never ever forget.

I knocked on the door. I heard him tell me to come in so I opened the door and looked around. There was Richard, in a tank top and his underwear.

Wait, it’s not like you think… You are so durteh!

He was actually in the kitchen, squatted in front of the oven, and cursing/praying. He stood up and apologized. Apparently he hadn’t yet used the oven much and didn’t realize that it didn’t quite work. It turned on, but didn’t heat up much past 25 degrees. He was at that moment hoping that the oven would heat up. He hadn’t taken the time to finish getting ready because he was so wrecked over the potentially ruined meal. I assured him it was no big deal. We laughed, kinda.. He was still upset (so cute). He ended up asking to borrow an upstairs neighbors oven. It was crazy, yet one of my fondest memories. Sheesh! Can you believe we are heading for year number ten together? That boggles my mind. 

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Another holiday post. Easter Sunday. Hmm. I remember those Easters as a child. The ones where someone decided to hide real eggs in the hot sun.  They were always bad by the time you found them, and had to be thrown away. Why did we even bother to look for them anyway?

One year I really wanted little chicks. We had hatched eggs in school and I really liked the little birds. Mom and dad found little foam and feather jobs somewhere. They were all up and through my basket! I had a fake chick in my pocket for months! So, Easter… what will Google tell me about you?

Well, you can get all the religious stuff at The Easter Page. Happy-Easter.com has some stuff for kids, including jokes. And we’ve all heard of the Easter Eggs in software and movies… here’s the Archive. Finally how about some Peeps? I mean a lot of Peeps (via Geisha asobi)!

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