Why, Just A Year Ago Today.......

I know this question has been asked a bajillion times already today, but seriously, where does the time go? Is it having a drink with the missing dryer sock? Laughing about how everyone in the world is looking for them. Damn Star Trek and it's transporters!

A year ago today, HRG prowled her bright and sunny upper one bedroom apartment, nervously cleaning and preening.....oh hell, why not admit it--we all know I was scared out of my mind! DTVCB was, I'm sure, happy that seat belts are law in this province. Hard to drive with a glowing HRG bouncing all over the place. He was even sweet enough to pretend to listen to incoherent ramblings.

We all know what happened then, don't we?

Today officially marks the end of being able to say "just think, a year ago today we were......"

It was supposed to rain. It's sunny and warm. Spring-like. Exactly like it was. You know. A year ago. Today.

Seriously, it's been a year of learning so many things. Imagine having your whole take on relationships and love (does it really exist?) change with the taking of a deep breath and clicking SEND. It's interesting and all so new to love someone who loves you back. Unconditionally. Like Charlie-Kitty. A full tummy and some stroking every now and again seems to work rather well. Is it really that simple?

The next question is, where do we go from here?

I have a feeling the answer to that is not quite as easy.

I think that maybe leaving it alone for a day or two is the best idea. You know, like a government thing. Ignore it and it'll go away.

Just for today we'll enjoy the sunshine and each other. No talk of anything serious. And definitely no more talk about "a year ago today...."

It's been a year ago. Today. It's no longer allowed.

You're welcome.

HRG

It's My Party

...and I'll cry if I want to........

How could a day that started on such a happy and positive note go directly downhill? Sigh. HRG had a complete meltdown. On her birthday. The shame.

And yes, it was simply from complete disappointment. There's a part of me that believes The Cute Boy is simply not quite as sure as I am about this, our future together. It's not in what he says, it's in what he does. Or maybe this is the way it is, and all things considered, I should be happy. Auuurrgghhh. "Ok Enough With The Whining Already" is still on hiatus. Once again, there are no answers. Once again Fear patrols the perimeter of my heart, daring Doubt to let him in.

And like all men, The Cute Boy isn't talking.

See what happens when you get your hopes up? Don't even get me started about what happens when one raises the bar for Expectations.

And yes, hanging my head in shame, we all know why HRG is so disappointed.

No. He didn't ask. He didn't even give me anything that would be considered remotely personal. Maybe he's just that way, you know, not a "flowers and bling" kind of guy. Considering how absolutely wonderful he is in other areas, maybe I just need to suck it up and learn to live with it. Although I would like it noted that for the record, he is aware that I like flowers and bling. And it was my birthday.

But babies, today is another day, HRG shall shut up, put a smile on her face and count her blessings.

Let's all do that.

HRG