Personal

I’ve always thought of myself as an independent woman who didn’t need a man to survive.  I’d always preferred living alone.  But it seems that now I’m completely lost without Mitchell here.

Mitchell left to go see his dad in West Virgina.  I’ve forced all my friends to baby sit me one night each this week.  Tonight Nita and I went to dinner then shopping.  I came home, talked to Mitchell for a few minutes then started playing on the computer.  I thought all was going to be ok tonight.  Then I smell this plastic burning smell.  I sit up and turn to see that I’ve caught Mitchell’s plastic plant on fire.  I had a candle lit beside it, as it started to burn down, flame got higher, plant catches fire.  To top it off, as I’m going to blow the fire out, I step on my makeup mirror and crush it.

I’m hoping he gets home soon before I do burn the house down.

Mitchell and I celebrated our one year anniversary this weekend.  Thankfully our anniversaries are not like our holidays, it was perfect.

We normally celebrate our anniversaries based on the moon phase.  The night we met, there was the must beautiful full moon.  We both have busy lives, but the night of a full moon, we put everything off and spend take the night for us.  It’s date night.  Our date night might just be dinner and movie at home, but it is always just the two of us.

This weekend we celebrated our calendar anniversary.   Friday night we had planned to go to Brickhouse, a restaurant/club here in Jonesboro.  Neither of us have been before, but we have heard wonderful things about it.  Crystal told us we were old because we got there and decided it was too loud, so we left.  We went at 9pm thinking we could have dinner before the club crowd came.  About the time we were finished with dinner, we could have a few drinks and socialize a bit.  We were wrong.  At 9pm the place was already packed.  The band was already playing.  There wasn’t a table free.  So we left and went to Ruby Tuesday’s to eat.

Saturday we get up and go have breakfast.  I laid down for a nap once we got back.  I woke up to flowers, a card, and the first season of Grey’s Anatomy.  He’s getting a PS2 hopefully today after we go see Harry Potter.

When Mitchell and I met a year ago, the last thing we expected/wanted was to date, much less fall in love with each other.  We both just wanted someone to hang out with.   I look back now and wouldn’t change a thing.  One year ago I met my best friend and the man I’m in love with.

Mitchell and I have the type of relationship that people envy. We are that gross couple you see in the store, all holding hand and sneaking kisses… until any holiday rolls around.

For some reason, we suck at holidays. New Years, he was in the shower when the clock struck midnight. He wanted a shower, I had been telling him for over an hour to hurry and get in and out so I’d get my New Year’s kiss. Nope, it was 2:30am before I got my kiss.

Valentine’s Day. I had this huge romantic surprise worked out in my head for him. I’d get off work, come home, clean the house, cook dinner, slip into something a little sexy for him. Yeah, I come home and he’s already home. Sick.

The Fourth, we had friends over for a BBQ then went to watch fireworks. All was great. We come back and get ready for bed. He decides he can’t sleep and he’s going to get up and watch tv for a while. No biggie. That was until I woke up at 11:45 and he wasn’t here. No note. I called his cell phone three times, no answer. I send him a text. Where the hell are you? He calls a few minutes later to tell me he’s out riding around. Seriously, how hard is it to leave a note, “Couldn’t sleep, out riding around”? The last thing that I would think is that he is out cheating. That isn’t the issue at all. I just don’t like to wake up and not know where the hell he is. We have had this exact problem before.

I just don’t understand how we are so perfect all year round, except for holidays.