It's been a while since I have posted on here. I guess I have been neglecting our blog. How horrible of me. At least I am consistent, I have been neglecting my "other blog" for two years or more. It's just hard. Sometimes I get caught up in the chaotic disarray of everyday life.
I thought I would take this opportunity to share some of my feelings with you, Linds. I know I tell you every day I love you, but I don't know if you realize how much. So, here goes an attempt.....
You. You're so many things to me. My best friend. My companion. My soul mate. You make each day worth waking up for, worth enduring. You are the perfect combination of humor, wit and beauty, both inside and out. I love the way you can take any situation and see the good in it. You can find humor in every aspect of life, no matter what it is. I love when you get the giggles and can't stop laughing. Your eyes start watering and you can't talk. You are loyal to a fault. Intelligent. I love that you don't realize how very smart you are. Your genuine love for animals. I love how you can laugh at yourself. I love that you don't like onions and tomatoes. =o)
You make me a better person by just being in my life. Just being in your presence makes everything better. And the biggest reason why I love you.....because you're you. Thank you for sharing your life with me.
Well, enough sappiness.
L8R.
Manda
Top Ten: Reasons I love Manda
Manda and I have two anniversaries. Today is one of them. Four years ago today, we began.
So. Here are 10 reasons I love Manda. (Please forgive the cheesiness and possible sappiness that will follow)
1. Her southern accent. She can get away with saying anything she wants, as long as there is a drawl to it.
2. The girl can dance. And I don't mean on tables or around poles. Though I'd be OK with that. :o) She's got more rhythm in her pinky than I have in my whole body.
3. She is methodical to a fault. Brushing her teeth consists of 10 steps. Tucking in her shirt consists of two steps per layer. Washing her hands consists of 8 steps. And on. And on.
3 & 1/2. Her thumb nails. She keeps them longer than the rest. I don't know why she does this. I've never asked her. But I don't care why.
4. She is magnetic. I am drawn to her.
5. She makes me feel safe. And not because she keeps a gun on her nightstand. (though that helps)
5 & 1/2. Her face when she finds something genuinely amusing. It lights up. Her eyes twinkle.
6. She folds my laundry perfectly. When I fold clothes, they end up wrinkled. When she folds clothes, they don't. It's almost like a hidden talent.
7. She is honest. If I ask her "do these pants make me look fat?" She will tell me if they do. And because she says it in her cute southern accent, it doesn't offend me.
7 & 1/2. Her sense of self. She knows who she is. And she is proud of it.
8. She puts up with my infatuation with Ellen DeGeneres. Seriously. You have no idea how much patience this requires.
9. She is beautiful.
9 & 1/2. She is open. She is uncensored. She just is.
10. She has no sense of direction. None. Nadda. Zero. Getting phone calls that start with "how do I get home from
here
?"... Only she doesn't know where
here
is.
Happy anniversary Babe.
Peace Out.
Cruising.
On occasion I travel for my profession. Not every lung transplant happens locally. (Who knew?) There were half a dozen lungs needing new homes in Seattle. I decided to help them move in.
Although I reserved a Porsche with the rental car company. They were idiots. A ford focus? You're kidding. Please be kidding. Surely you have something larger. Something that doesn't depend on hamsters to move.
Lindsay. Meet Freda. Freda's a ford focus.
Sexy. That's what Freda was. The green paint contrasted nicely with the blue waters and concrete freeways. Plus, as I mentioned earlier, Freda matched my eyes.
It rained. Freda handled the slicks and puddles well. A hydroplane here or there is good for blood circulation. Not to mention my fellow drivers enjoyed the opportunities to flip me off and honk their horns. Within days, my nickname was "learn how to drive!"... *sigh*... the memories.
Manda spent the weekend with me. She was fortunate to spend time with Freda. Since my hotel was actually outside of Seattle, Freda escorted us across Lake Washington several times. Because Freda was so well built, I didn't even notice the bridge across Lake Washington was a floating bridge. You'd think "floating... surely you got sea sick". Maybe in lesser cars. But not in Freda. I didn't bob up and down. Not once.
Manda and I had a blast zipping around. Freda was so agile. First to expensive restaurants. Then to the Seattle Aquarium (cute little fishies). Next to the Space Needle (The name is misleading. It is not in space. I kind of felt ripped off.) Eventually we found our way to the Seattle Underground. (It was underground. No misleading there) Sure we were tourists... but with Freda's Washington license plate, we felt like locals.
Freda was so different from the others I've driven. There wasn't an awkward period in the beginning. We clicked right away. She was perky. Eager to please. She had tight curves. Sure her head lights weren't as large as others, but she was beautiful on the inside. You could ease her gently or make her squeal. When I begged her to stop, she did. She was just so responsive. *sigh*
Seattle was great. Sure. I spent a good chunk of time moving lungs around. But then Freda spent a lot of time moving me around. Having Manda there to experience new things with me made it even better.
Manda. Freda. Me. Almost sounds like a kinky 3some.
Peace Out.
Lindsay
First Glance.
No ad-libbing or exaggeration? Accurate and spot on memory? You're so cute.
It does seem as if it was lifetimes ago that I lived in Alabama and was married. Yes. I said married. I know, you need another moment, right?
<---------- insert a moment here.
LOL....I will never forget our first telephone conversation. You totally acted like a little school girl, giggling. I believe my response to you was, of course I have an accent, I am from the South! We certainly had a connection the moment we "met." (You should know to never under estimate the power of a Southern Girl's charm.)
Ahhhh, the online community was a life changing occurrence in my life. A group of about 10 of us got together to put faces with names. Linds was supposed to fly into Birmingham and travel by car with me to meet the rest of the ladies. Turns out, the weather didn't cooperate and she got to our destination before I did. So, I pulled up in my car, then got out and observed the scenery. I wanted to check out this "Token Straight Girl", TSG, if you will. My first thoughts: she's cute, and so gay. (TSG, my ass!)
Getting to know her was a blast. We became fast friends, best friends, talking on the phone daily and laughing until we cried! (Lindsay, my dear, I hate to spoil your fantasy, but I wouldn't say I had the "hots" for you from the beginning......ok, so I had a crush, just a small one though.) After all, she was straight, right? =o) Boy was she a flirt, a SERIOUS flirt. Nothing like being a lesbian and having one of your "straight" friends flirt with you like this. We were sharing a hotel room with a couple other friends. Lindsay and I were sharing a bed and Lindsay decides to roll over on me! Grinning the whole time. Not once. Not twice. THREE TIMES!! Oh, and how many lesbians have their "straight" friends ask..."do you think I would be a good kisser?" Yes, I squirmed. I almost came out of my skin. Squirm, squirm, squirm!
I will never forget the moment we realized we were more than friends. *sigh* That moment changed my life forever. I never thought my flight from Birmingham would land that day. Our six hour first date was by far more earth shattering than any date I have ever been on. *grin* And for me, that date was also the first time we really met.
L8R.
Manda
It does seem as if it was lifetimes ago that I lived in Alabama and was married. Yes. I said married. I know, you need another moment, right?
<---------- insert a moment here.
LOL....I will never forget our first telephone conversation. You totally acted like a little school girl, giggling. I believe my response to you was, of course I have an accent, I am from the South! We certainly had a connection the moment we "met." (You should know to never under estimate the power of a Southern Girl's charm.)
Ahhhh, the online community was a life changing occurrence in my life. A group of about 10 of us got together to put faces with names. Linds was supposed to fly into Birmingham and travel by car with me to meet the rest of the ladies. Turns out, the weather didn't cooperate and she got to our destination before I did. So, I pulled up in my car, then got out and observed the scenery. I wanted to check out this "Token Straight Girl", TSG, if you will. My first thoughts: she's cute, and so gay. (TSG, my ass!)
Getting to know her was a blast. We became fast friends, best friends, talking on the phone daily and laughing until we cried! (Lindsay, my dear, I hate to spoil your fantasy, but I wouldn't say I had the "hots" for you from the beginning......ok, so I had a crush, just a small one though.) After all, she was straight, right? =o) Boy was she a flirt, a SERIOUS flirt. Nothing like being a lesbian and having one of your "straight" friends flirt with you like this. We were sharing a hotel room with a couple other friends. Lindsay and I were sharing a bed and Lindsay decides to roll over on me! Grinning the whole time. Not once. Not twice. THREE TIMES!! Oh, and how many lesbians have their "straight" friends ask..."do you think I would be a good kisser?" Yes, I squirmed. I almost came out of my skin. Squirm, squirm, squirm!
I will never forget the moment we realized we were more than friends. *sigh* That moment changed my life forever. I never thought my flight from Birmingham would land that day. Our six hour first date was by far more earth shattering than any date I have ever been on. *grin* And for me, that date was also the first time we really met.
L8R.
Manda
Fancy meeting you here.
People often ask how Manda and I met. Well. It was over 4 years ago. And since I never exaggerate, my memory will be spot on. Accurate as can be. No ad-libbing here.
Many lifetimes ago, Manda lived in Alabama and I dated men. Strange I know. I'm practically the poster child for lesbian stereotypes. I'll give you a moment to recover from your shock.
a moment.
I met Manda for the first time twice. Once on the phone. Once in person. We both belonged to the same online community. Yes. Online. If you think that is bad, get this. It was a Lifetime TV message board. Horrible I know. Apparently, I was lacking some "wife beating, I have a stalker, ride off into the sunset" drama in my life. I now take a vitamin for this previous deficiency.
The first time I heard her voice on the phone, my stomach did a flip. Hook. Line. Sinker. She sounded cute. Really cute. My first words to her were smooth. Really smooth. "*giggle* you have an accent". Its a wonder she didn't hang up on me. She started something though. Cute girls with southern accents continue to be a weakness. *sigh*
A group from our online community decided to meet in person... Is this a good time to mention they were all lesbians? They liked women. They slept with women. They were gay. I, however, was one of those "straight" people everyone knew was gay. Everyone except me. I mean I knew, but didn't know. Confused? Good. I was too.
Our first face-to-face moments were not nearly as earth shattering as our first phone conversation. I simply watched her get out of her car. Dramatic? I think not. My thoughts were purely observational. She's short. She's cute. The other women may have gasped. Or drooled. Not me.
We hit it off as friends. We talked almost everyday. I personally think she had the hots for me from the start. Looking at me all "sappy eyed". Secretly undressing me with her eyes. And to make things more interesting, I was a flirt. I loved watching her squirm. And boy did she squirm. While we shared a bed one night, I may or may not have rolled on top of her. More than once. Squirm. I may or may not have asked her if she thought I'd be a good kisser. Squirm. Squirm.
Flash forward 5 months or so. I am out. I am proud. I pick Manda up from the airport. She flew in from Birmingham for our first official date. She could only stay for six hours. We made the best out of our time. *smile* I like to think of this trip as the first time we really met.
I wonder how different her version of the story will be?
Peace Out.
Many lifetimes ago, Manda lived in Alabama and I dated men. Strange I know. I'm practically the poster child for lesbian stereotypes. I'll give you a moment to recover from your shock.
a moment.
I met Manda for the first time twice. Once on the phone. Once in person. We both belonged to the same online community. Yes. Online. If you think that is bad, get this. It was a Lifetime TV message board. Horrible I know. Apparently, I was lacking some "wife beating, I have a stalker, ride off into the sunset" drama in my life. I now take a vitamin for this previous deficiency.
The first time I heard her voice on the phone, my stomach did a flip. Hook. Line. Sinker. She sounded cute. Really cute. My first words to her were smooth. Really smooth. "*giggle* you have an accent". Its a wonder she didn't hang up on me. She started something though. Cute girls with southern accents continue to be a weakness. *sigh*
A group from our online community decided to meet in person... Is this a good time to mention they were all lesbians? They liked women. They slept with women. They were gay. I, however, was one of those "straight" people everyone knew was gay. Everyone except me. I mean I knew, but didn't know. Confused? Good. I was too.
Our first face-to-face moments were not nearly as earth shattering as our first phone conversation. I simply watched her get out of her car. Dramatic? I think not. My thoughts were purely observational. She's short. She's cute. The other women may have gasped. Or drooled. Not me.
We hit it off as friends. We talked almost everyday. I personally think she had the hots for me from the start. Looking at me all "sappy eyed". Secretly undressing me with her eyes. And to make things more interesting, I was a flirt. I loved watching her squirm. And boy did she squirm. While we shared a bed one night, I may or may not have rolled on top of her. More than once. Squirm. I may or may not have asked her if she thought I'd be a good kisser. Squirm. Squirm.
Flash forward 5 months or so. I am out. I am proud. I pick Manda up from the airport. She flew in from Birmingham for our first official date. She could only stay for six hours. We made the best out of our time. *smile* I like to think of this trip as the first time we really met.
I wonder how different her version of the story will be?
Peace Out.