The simple truth:

Country Music is the music of PAIN...

...which is why I've been listening to it. I miss my man. He's in Kentucky, stuck there indefinitely, and I miss his voice, his smell, his little sweet kisses on my brow...

sniff.

Superbowl Schmuperbowl....

Dennis just left to go back to Kentucky. I don't know how long I can do this weekends only thing...it's fine for buying medium quality furniture at low prices, but not so great when you love someone.

Yes, and yikes. You heard me. I didn't expect this. I'm not someone that falls quick. I stopped dating relationships because the guy was getting too serious too fast for me. But this...it blew me out of the water. I want to grocery shop with Dennis. I want to fulfill Taco Bell cravings with Dennis. I want to buy pads at Walgreens with Dennis, for crying out loud. I want him around for the everyday moments...you know, when LIFE happens. I want him intricately tangled up in my life. I want him HERE. Everyday.

I've got all the time in the world, and none of the time in the world. Who does know how much time we have? What does Superchic[k] say "Why did I...wait to live till it was time to die?" I want my life to be with Dennis. So what am I waiting for?

Mmmmm.... life is GOOD....

Aren't we a cute couple? Please pay no attention to the nice pink raw spot on my chin...it has absolutely NOTHING to do with kissing a man with a rough beard, nothing at all, it's, ah, it's...it's... it's the newest fad! Yeah, blushing your chin instead of your cheeks...it's all the rage.

School is good again, although more work, a good amount more. And sometimes, on Fridays especially, it's a little hard to keep my mind on my work, when I know that a certain handsome Kentucky man will be arriving at my house mid-day and I can't be there with him! Waahhh!

Dennis's accent is starting to grow on me; I am now finding it kinda sexy, EXCEPT for "cold" and "old" and "bold" and "told"... well, you get the idea. I mean, he's ODE but BODE, and he TODE me he was CODE. But as long as he'll come warm himself up with me when he's code, it's all good!

Well, dang that man!!

I wanted to be a dating machine. I wanted to date casually, every other weekend, by MY timeline. I wanted to be flying free for a year or so, before I started to really "dig" someone. And that plan was working out just fine. UNTIL.

First, he was 5'11. All my guys were known by their heights. There was 6'4, 6'0, 5'7, then 5'11, then 6'5. I was really excited by the idea of 6'5 - he's an amazing guitarist, and I imagined us jamming together. And he was HOT as well. What could be better?

Then, he became "Kentucky Boy." And Kentucky Boy was just my friend, I was bound and determined that he was going to be just my friend, he was too young for me, I wanted someone older, and besides, HE LIKED COUNTRY MUSIC. There was NO WAY I was gonna date that kind of insanity... I mean, Barbara Mandrell? Conway Twitty? Nuh-uh.

And now... he's Dennis. And, my friends, we can forget about the height guys, as I've decided to see Dennis exclusively. Dang him. Just screwed my timeline all up. I guess, well, I guess I've got a BOYFRIEND. I'm 37 and I have a boyfriend. Manfriend?

So... there we are.

School, wonderful, sanity bringing school....

The kids went back to school today, somebody give me an "AMEN!" Oh, I love them, but I was actually able to clean parts of the house without them becoming dirty five minutes later today!

Our trip to Indy was exhausting, but fun. Got our family pic taken, saw some old friends, and the kids drank more soda than they have had the whole previous year combined. Then this past weekend a friend from Kentucky came up and we showed him our Zoo. He and I also went to see the Globetrotters with free tickets from a friend - I actually enjoyed it, they were pretty funny!

School starts next week for me, and I can't wait. I get more done, I think, when I'm busy. Being on a schedule is also good for me.

This weekend is the annual scrapbooking retreat - WHOO-HOO! And the next weekend Bill and I are doing date number two. Another "Whoo-hoo" for that, as well!

First kisses are GOOD....

'nuff said.

First date with Bill...GOOD...

A good date. Talked for nearly five hours: ate dinner, saw Christmas lights, showed each other our favorite kids books at a Barnes and Noble (or was it Borders?) and slurped coffee and hot cocoa at Steak-n-Shake. He emailed me this morning and said he is looking forward to a second date soon. Me too.

And...my friend David. I was thinking 33 is too young. I'm thinking now, maybe not. Maybe I'm holding Brad's moral flaws against all the younger guys out there. I really like spending time with David - we can talk for hours. He's seems pretty mature to me.

And...well, I didn't think I was a butt girl. But I've been, ah, noticing male rumps lately, clad in khaki's, jeans, whatever. It seems, ah, that they're all good. Maybe it's just a thirties thing.

Dating is FUN!

I'm having a great time! This past weekend I went out with Dan on Saturday night, we went to Dave & Buster's (my first time there.) Had a good meal, fun teasing conversation, and played some games (I was the trivia queen for at least three rounds) and there was some touching going on...a hand on the shoulder here, legs pressed together there...who knows, he might even go for a kiss next date! He's 6'4", so not sure how easy that will be...I don't think I've ever kissed someone that tall.

I'm getting ready to meet Bill, a good match from the sounds of it. We're both musicians, playing the same kind of music, both attend non-denominational churches. And he's a HUNK. He's even taller, 6'5". Is God trying to tell me to wear heels? Yikes.

I've been talking to a couple guys, as well. One of them, David, is going to attend service at my church this coming Sunday. I really enjoy talking with him, he's a very funny guy. But a little young, I think. Still, good to have a friend.

And who knows with Gary. I'd love to fit him in! Holding hands was extremely nice on our date, and the thought of kissing him has crossed my mind a couple (hundred) times....

None of these "dates" are anywhere NEAR serious, though... so that doesn't make me a player, does it? I don't want to be a player, I just don't want to say "ok, you're the one" before I know a guy really well. And I want to take time to get to know a guy really well. So why should I sit at home when I'm not with a guy before I get to know him really well, huh?

I'm not a player! I'm not! (Hear that John? Heh, is the 30th a "date" for us? HMMM? You know, you were the only boyfriend I had that I never kissed...ok, not really, we'll say you were the only guy I was really into that I never kissed. Unless you count Shaun Cassidy. It's not too late, Shaun!)

What I woke up to this morning:

We had quite the ice storm rumble through our region last night and this morning...power was out for about 19 hours and so was our phone...good enough excuse to pile on the blankets and take a nap!