Running Mate

 

The past two weeks I was off from work and rediscovered my running mate.Roxy and I have been inseparable. We run errands together and we eat together. Yes, that is correct.She eats when I eat.She sleeps next to me and snuggles with me when I lay around.

 

Our days were carefully choreographed and dog walks/runs became routine. I knew I was going too far when I caught myself saying, “I’m taking the d-o-g to the p-a-r-k.” I know she can tell when I am talking about her, so I spell it out to put shoes on without her biting my ankles in eager anticipation.

Her constant excitement about simple pleasures always brings me a smile. She sits on the middle console between the passenger and driver seat and lets the air conditioner blow in her face. Like in the above picture, I believe she is smiling.

When she does not received sufficient attention she drags her bed into the middle of the living room. And if that does not work, she pulls the laundry basket out from the bathroom. She gets mad when Mr. ICU kisses me. She stands at our feet and barks or runs between our feet until we reach down and pet her.

There is a bad case of separation anxiety going on and it may be me who is suffering the more severe case.

Sleep Tight

How well did you sleep this past weekend?  Did your transformer get tucked in with his guns placed gently beside him? 

 

As for me, I did not sleep so peacefully.

 

 

  Between Joe kicking me all night and Jon punching me, it is hard to find a deep dreamily sleep. Not to mention Mr. ICU holding me with a death grip all night long, I have a permanent knot on my neck from sleeping with my head on his chest.

 

Really, I am totally not complaining.  I love being loved so much- even while I sleep.  Well, when I try to sleep.

NASA Stop

We were astronauts for the day as we visited The NASA Space Center in Houston.  The price of admission was worth the da boyz screams and smiles in the space flight simulator.

 

 

Da Boys crawled into Apollo and hung upside down while I was content looking from the outside and snapping a quick photo.

 

Mr. ICU is a wonderful father because he is dedicated to his every other weekend visits with da boys, and he never misses a visit. I feel so lucky to have waist hungers bombarding me all weekend. Our visits have evolved from da boyz walking with Mr. ICU all weekend to sleeping, eating, and holding my hand all weekend. 

A Few Things

So again we go to the store and max out the two credit cards to buy a “few things”; and yet again I give Mr. ICU a heart attack. I believe we will end up killing each other before the wedding, either by heart attack or by banging my head against the wall.

 

When Mr. ICU * suggested that I bring a few things to the home in Carrizo Springs to make it feel more like home,  I do no think he thought a “few things” would fill his truck AND my SUV.

 

The home is CS is painted blue on the outside and almost every room is painted a shade of blue on the inside.  Let’s call the CS house, the Blue House.  

 

CS is a small town and I especially like the idea of being able to ride my bike across the street to the meat market/grocery store.  Though the eighteen-wheeler traffic can be hectic at rush hour, they don’t seem to bother me much and I enjoy being outside.

 

If there is one thing CrossRoads prepared me for was being in a different hotel room for 50 days.  Being in CS for three days and SA three days gets me confused on where light switches are and whether the toilet has a button or leaver to flush- try that in the middle of the night, in a sleepy stupor.

 

The fun is just beginning and lots of new things are in the works. Planning a legal beach wedding, in Mexico, is at the top of the list.

*Mr. ICU = Ricky

Merger

Ricky and I are in the merger and acquisitions stage of our relationship. It has been a cumbersome process of identify individual accounts and merging them into a joint accounts; especially since this individual has been an “individual” for way too many years to count.

Being the self proclaimed Chief Operating Officer on the Board of Directors of this partnership; I executed my buying power to purchase home furniture and maxed out two credit cards. The magnitude of the situation clicked when I realized I ran out of money for a wedding dress. Sudden panic, hives, and hyperventilation started to overcome me.

To my comfort, Ricky posted the update on Facebook so that the whole world would be privy to current acquisition. Two days later, freak out mode has been minimized and additional funds have been acquired to start planning our wedding.

I could sit here and grip about Ricky being too involved and being more of a groomzilla than I am a bridezilla; but truth be told, he is excited. Correction, WE are excited about planning OUR life together. It is an exciting time to be transiting to a “we”, an “us”, and “joint partners”.

Fishing

 

We spent the weekend fishing with Da Boyz. 

Is it really called fishing when you do not use bait? 

Either way, we still had fun. 

 

If it isn't Ricky or Roxy, there is always a little man to cuddle with.

 

 

Sitting on the beach, I am happy.

Accessories

 

Halos at night have become a problem. 

I broke down and now wear glasses when it is dark outside. 

My fiance gave me an eye exam.

 

 

Look into my eyes.

Do I make your hot tamale rise?

 

In case I need to be more clear,

I am showing you my ring not my eye glasses.