Of Insignificant Importance

As we speak, Huw is on an airplane, bound for over here, to spend time with me. I am super excited but also very tired, as I spend last night cleaning and putting fresh sheets on my bed and taking out the MOUNDS of trash I found as I was cleaning. Also, on Sunday, I vacuumed out my car and pull something in my back, and it's hurting like crazy. So, I'm not in the BEST shape for his arrival, but I'm sure all my aches and fatigue will disappear when I see him walking down that airport walkway.

Y'all should know, too, that this will mean for about 2 and a half weeks I won't be posting anything, unless, you know, I get a small window. Most of my time will be spend kissing and cuddling up to Huw; don't worry Curly, I won't post any pictures of the kissing ;)

So, I leave you with excitement and anticipation of his arrival, and hope he makes it through immigration with no problems. Fingers crossed!!

Huw will be here in 3 DAYS! (Okay, excluding today and the day he arrives.) I have SO much left to do!!!

I'm really excited to lay my peepers on him, in case you were wondering. Although it hasn't been AS long to wait as it was before I went to London, I certainly haven't been missing him any less. Long distance relationships are H-A-R-D, and it's not like this is domestic long-distance. We're talking International Love here, folks.

I think, however, for two people so far apart, we make long-distance-relationship-having look GOOOOD. Sure, there are times where we miss each other more or we get frustrated because the other is not there to soothe a troubled heart, but we work with what we have and I think we do a damn fine job, if I do say so myself.

Huw is a terrific guy. He's patient, understanding, supportive, loving, hilarious, incredibly intelligent, knowledgeable, witty, mature, caring, nurturing, a great son, a great cook, and all around perfect. I'm not quite sure how I managed to land him, and am still waiting for him to realize that he could do better, but for right now, I'll keep him in the dark because I'm enjoying being his girlfriend very much.

Anyway, that was my Ode to my Boyfriend. I'm happy it's Friday, I'm happy he's arriving in 3 days, and I'll be incredibly ecstatic for the 2 and a half weeks he's playing house husband. Life was sucking, but I always have him to look forward to.

Happy Friday!

Right now, I am Life's bitch.

Life is just getting a kick out of screwing me over and over again. Life is pointing and laughing at me, like how I would if one of my friends tripped and fell over a curb, only Life isn't helping me back up. It's got it's foot on my back.

Life needs to just back off. Before I kung-fu its ass.

Huw's here in 7 days. Let's hope and pray the airways are safe for him, and that we can be happily and safely reunited for two and a half weeks of happiness and kisses (which, of course, will be posted on here because I'm MUSHY like that).

In other news, here's a picture of me and my best gal pal Nic at a wedding we attended this past weekend. Also, me and my 3 co-workers/friends. A little blurry, I know, but we's still beautiful!

So, question:

Is it illegal to stick a letter in someone's mailbox? Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that it is? Did I hear it on the news? Because that means it's true, as opposed to me hearing it on one of those "let's blow up every building in site and man-scream a lot" action movies that I watch...in which case I doubt my sneaking suspicion's validity. Anyone know? Reason being: I have a letter that I want to mail to someone, but I don't want them to know it came from me. I wouldn't have a problem not including a return address, except that I can't afford to have the contents inside the letter be thrown away should the address be flawed for some reason. A return address would give me away as the sender, but simply sticking the letter in the recipient's mailbox would ensure they safely receive the letter. But, I don't want to be mid-stick when the 5-0 shows up and arrests me for mail fraud or something of the sort. Again, anyone know? Illegal? Mail sticking? That's the technical term, by the way. Look it up if you don't believe me.

In other news:


14 ITTY BITTY DAYS UNTIL HUW IS HERE!!!!!!! I'm super excited, and am anxious for him to arrive for obvious reasons, but for the not-so-obvious reason of me getting to spend all this money I'm hoarding until he gets here. I have to save up for those tricks I have up my sleeve...

We have lots to do when he arrives. Last time he visited the Lone Star State, I did a poor job playing "Hostess" (not the cream-filled snack cake, unfortunately) and pretty much kept him to myself as opposed to sharing him with the sites of the city. Boy, did I feel a bit inadequate as hostess when I visited him in London and we did just about everything we could do, in 2 countries, in 2 weeks. I need to step it up. So, I have planned things. Wonderful things. Active things. Things that include actually LEAVING my apartment. Crazy, I know, but after his showmanship in London, I need to equalize.

One of our planned trips is a journey to South Padre Island. Now, my fear is a torrential downpour of rain on the days we are planning to be camped out in a hotel room and lying on the beach. I can remember one time my ex-boyfriend and I drove down for a weekend in SPI, and as soon as we got there, the rain began. When the news stated that they would be shutting down the bridge that separated the island from the rest of civilization in an hour, we had a tough decision to make: wait it out and hope the rain passes but chance getting flooded out, or high-tail it home and chalk this trip up to a loss. We did the latter. So, in a day we drove 10 hours, with only about 3 hours in between trips to "rest" (see: freak out about getting our money back for the hotel we had booked). That was a horrible trip, very disappointing and exhausting, and I hope the same doesn't happen to me and Huw when we go down there. I've been very nervous about this, you see, since we've been going SO FREAKING LONG without any rain, but a glimmer of hope revealed itself in the shape of very large and persistent raindrops yesterday evening. We got a pretty substantial shower, so I'm hoping that we're dry until AFTER Huw leaves. I guess we'll see. But you know, even if we DO get rained out, I wouldn't mind a back-to-back 5 hour roadtrip with him. He's just that great.

So, that's about it. I'm going to a wedding of a former co-worker in Austin this weekend, and have just been informed that one of my best friends found her wedding dress this weekend. I'm incredibly happy for both of them, but damn those wedding bells! So it begins...

My mom has been told that she looks like Reba McEntire.

My daddy has been told he looks like a mixture of The Fonz and Elvis.

My sister (sadly) has been told she looks like Tonya Harding.

My brother-in-law bears a striking resemblence to Troy Aikman.

I have a cousin that looks like Elizabeth Shue, and she is married to a guy that looks like Ben Affleck.

I think my boyfriend looks like Guillaume Canet. Sigh.

I've been likened to Martina McBride, Larisa Oleynik, Katie Holmes (save me, Tom Cruise, with your witchcraft!) and most often, Avril Lavigne...lots.

And lots.
I'm telling you...
I get it all the time.
Which I take as a compliment because I think she's pretty.

And I'm not saying this to gloat, if that's what it seems like. I can remember sitting on my coffee table watching this video for this new artist, Avril Lavigne, thinking "Gosh, she looks a lot like someone I know...hey wait, she looks like ME!" And then it started. I'd get it in restaurants, clothing stores, school...my ex-boyfriend even took me to a concert of hers and I got mistaken for her SO many times!! I thought about sneaking into her trailer to get to her guitarist because I thought he was SUPER hot, but figured that'd be a bad idea as soon as I got found out. Since she went blonde, I get it less and less, but lo and behold, someone made a comment on a picture I have somewhere saying I had a striking resemblence to her. Go figure.

Hey, I'm stoked about it.

So, dear readers, who do YOU look like?