I'm hesitant that someone will find this journal . . . but my delight for the background and font outweighs my most intimate experiences being discovered, so here goes.
Last night, Rick and I went to Buffalo Wild Wings. I'm not sure what the big draw is; it's so loud that we have to scream at each other to be heard and even then, our conversation is like something out of a comedy movie. So really, Rick tuned into the football and basketball games, and I played the trivia thing which wasn't as much fun because the first 15 questions were all sports related. But it's worth it for the two tubs of blue cheese dressing. Yea, I know, most people go to wing places for the wings.
I know what my thing for blue cheese dressing is. It's the anticipation over biting down on an actual piece of cheese. My family is wild over cheese. Even Lailee is nuts over it. All you have to say is "Lailee . . . cheeeeeeeeese?" and she goes bonkers. Actually, so do we. I thought all families had our bordering-on-obsession-compulsion for cheese, until I realized that every other family I knew didn't take an annual trip to a cheese factory, lugging coolers with them to carry home the maximum amount of curds. For Keith's 18th birthday, I bought him blocks of different cheeses. Last year when Mom came to visit, she didn't bring anything useful for her cash-strapped, dish-washing-for-a-living-daughter, nope I got an expensive block of hickory smoked cheese. Which was incredible. I discovered last week that I can now buy these gloriously creamy, soft hunks of pepperjack in bags.
So I nursed my blue cheese dressing, occasionally taking a bite of a wing not smothered in it, and then Rick and I went to the Liquor Barn. The Liquor Barn is fabulous because it has fresh breads and aisles of items you won't find in your typical grocery store. Like Asian ingredients and an entire chocolate aisle. Really, I'm surprised they don't specialize in cheese, to go along with the 1000 varieties of wine you can indulge in. I found something new - endangered species chocolate. The wrappers have pictures of adorable but endangered animals upon them, and part of the proceeds go towards foundations dedicated to the endangered animal cause. I wanted the Otter Chocolate Bar just because she (he?) was so cute . . . ah, a reason to go back!
Rick bought rye grain whiskey (he let me taste it - which I spit out - disgusting!!). For some reason or the other, he looked incredibly hot last night. He was wearing black, that's why. And he shaved his beard down to a goatee yesterday, which makes him look years younger and gave an additional cuteness to him. So I suggested he jump me. He did . . . let's just say it was a very . . . squeaky experience.
But to tell the truth, it was invigorating and exciting. Our sex life so far has been rough, because of me. I've been having trouble getting my mind into it - getting past that "sex before marriage is bad" mentality. It's not like flipping a switch once you're married, you have to recondition your entire thinking on the subject. So I've been dealing with these guilty feelings every time we get down to it - and really just wrestling internally.
I was pretty loose last night. I asked Rick what his favorite thing about me is. He said my humor - that while he's never sure where I'm going to go with it (and apparently that's dangerous), he said I'm pretty funny most of the time. I've noticed that I can make him laugh, and keep him laughing, while no one else can. It's something I've sort of prided myself on. I guess we are a match made in heaven.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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