Quote o' the Day

"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, that's her..." Unknown

I stumbled upon this quote this afternoon while surfing around and it hit home. It meant something because this quote is my daily experience with Super Dad. An experience so vastly different from The Leech, Montana Man, The Southern Gentleman, Harry Goldenblatt, Bolt, and the countless others that have long since fallen by the wayside.

This only further fuels the ideas swirling in my head that I need to jump on the happiness train - pass go, collect $200 - and see where this trail goes. This drive within me is something so foreign as all my decisions are logical and carefully planned out. But the how is not important to me right now, I only know what the end result must be.

When Super Dad was relaying the tales from Friday night, not only did he say that the only thing missing was me; I already felt that I am missing out on my life there. But we do have a plan to see each other in a few weeks and I need to present the idea for the remainder of July. I need to see where this road goes.

Outside of this, guess who called this week? The Southern Gentleman. yeah. too little, too late.

run forrest fun

Summer has officially arrived a few weeks early as it is supposed to hit 100 degrees each afternoon here this week. That level of extreme heat, compliments of the heat index, perfectly explains why I was drained of every drop of water when I went on my early evening jog around the block.

Yes, you read that correctly; I used the word jog in the same sentence as myself. Since living down here, I have been fascinated with running as so many people do that here, especially with the lake and all. I have tried to get a routine going in the past but trying to coordinate running buddy schedules proved problematic, so earlier this year I decided to do it on my own. I have been making little strides, slowly and steadily increasing my endurance; but most importantly I am actually establishing a semblance of regularity to my exercise schedule. Quite frankly, I am loving being in a routine again.

In other facets of my universe, I had a lovely chat with Super Dad last night. But the distance coupled without seeing each other is starting to grate on me a bit. Especially since we do not possess concrete plans on when we will see each other next. I remind myself there is a lot of upheaval at the moment, so I have to employ patience.

another mini-break

Memorial Day weekend I headed back out to see Super Dad. It was a fabulous weekend. I was sad to have to get back on the plane that Sunday eve. It was wonderful to be greeted at the airport by a man so very happy to see me. To wake up next to a smiling face. Falling asleep in his arms. Talking about a future together as if to be a conversation initiated and lead by Super Dad.

Once again, another good weekend together.

We each got caught up with work and did not make plans for this weekend. I am sad that we are not together tonight. However, as we spoke this evening, we decided to book tickets as to not be in this position again. I love that we tend to be on the same page at the same time. I cannot wait to see Super Dad again.