Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Quick word!



I just wanted to take a minute to share the AWESOMENESS that is Zoya nailpolish. Personally, the new summer collection is amazing, and I particularly love Myrta and Meg. I have to send my regards, however, to the wonderful blog that brought these awesome colours to my attention! Put your hands up for Princess Polish! Thank you so much! <3

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Saturday, March 17th, 2012



Happy Saint Patrick's Day y'all! Today marks the first day of overtime for my beau. 2pm to 10pm isn't so bad though, just 8 hours where a typical work day is 10. And heaven forbid he end up with 12 hour shifts of overtime! I don't know what I'll do with myself when that time comes. 


Today has been fairly good. Not bad, not super duper amazing. I did do my make up briefly, though that was achieved mostly out of boredom, not festivity. But, at least I'm rockin' the green and rainbow! 


I'm super excited for this time next week, as we will be on route to or from Indiana, with my sisters and/or his daughter, depending on which way we're going at the time. 


I tried to cart his things from the house to the shed/shop for him, as I offered to do a few days ago; But upon going out the other day I saw a spider. Me and spiders? No amigos. So I left and went about my business. Today, I took the broom out with me, determined to get in, get his STUFF in, and look for the yarn needle that might/should/could be up in the loft area, and what do I find instead? As soon as I open the door, and latch it open so it won't hit me, a gigantic freakin' wasp comes flying out, and buzzes around the outside like DA FUQ YOO DOIN' MANE?! And I was not wanting to mess with that thing. I hate sting-y bugs. Especially wasps. Those freaks don't die when they sting you, and are more aggressive than bees. Bees will just be like "Hey man back off now! Oh, you're holding still? You must not want to kill my hive... Okay, you coo." Wasps are like "I'MA STING YOU! BACK UP! OH YOU'RE BACKING UP? I'M STILL GONNA GET YA!" /shudder/
But I digress. This para isn't meant to ascertain my insect-ual issues, it's about what happened today. 
After the wasp, I backed up a good 3 feet from the shed, and as I did so I saw at LEAST 7 spiders crawl from the opening of the door, to the outside of the shed. All I could think was "Holy sheet. If that many came OUT, how many stayed IN?!". Watching for the return of the wasp, and seeing a break, I took a shot and used the broom handle to unlatch the shed door and push it in. Stepping back a few feet again and looking around for Mr. Waspy I quickly turned the handle and locked it, stepping as far away as I could. I get to the side of the house, and VOILA. Big. Freakin'. Bee. An angry looking one at that. He was bigger than the cute fuzzy bumble bees, and had a mean looking rump. And he was huge. Did I mention his girth? BIG. BUG. WITHASTINGER. Anyway, he was buzzing around the corner of the house, so I eyed up his movements and made a dash for the door. As I did so? Mr. Wasp showed up. Faster than LIGHTNING I was, I tell ya. Shut the door, checked for air pockets, and settled down for an INDOOR day. I even texted my beau and explained I was sorry, but SOOO not messing with the shed. Apparently he didn't clear out ALL the nests when we got the shed delivered, and this warm air has hatched whatever eggs were there. Worse? The shed is insulated now, so any wasps IN it can't get out until the door is opened. D:


But, other than that, my day was pretty mundane. I haven't even cleaned anything, or gotten a grocery list together, which is unlike me.

Friday, March 16th, 2012




It's 15:39, and my day has just started. Jon's off at work [Which starts at 16:00], and I have a mental list of things I would like to do today. I even printed off said mental list! I guess that makes ME mental, not the list, but hey. I don't mind. While waving him off, I peeked down from the deck at the lovely flowers that have been growing, and much to my dismay found some shattered leaves.

Upon closer inspection, it appears the hail storm yesterday proved quite devastating for quite a few of the plants. They were even at the bulbing/blooming stage! One such bloom was completely ripped off of it's stem, and it's leaves sliced. Several more plants suffered similar leaf destruction, but luckily a lot of blossom bulbs survived, intact. Now I have to hope the torn leaves are still whole enough to photosynthesize, so the plants can grow.

It even appears the unknown plants that seem to be lilies are blooming, which is nice. Especially since I spotted two MORE sprouts coming up in my pepper pot!

Spring is proving to be good to me, as unusual as all the weather is. I only wish we had more seeds, and potting soil, so I could plant more food. I'm afraid peppers are all I'm going to be able to grow, and that's no bueno! No bueno at all!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Thursday, March 15th, 2012



Well, today is my first true experience with hail. I have to say, I rather enjoyed it. Supposedly the storm that passed over us was to bring quarter sized hail, but most of what we got was pea sized, with some double-size ones thrown in for good measure. There was lightning, as anticipated, but I definitely wouldn't call it "heavy lightning", as the weather station predicted. I would say the storm lessened up over us, but it actually increased intensity just before hitting us, because of how close we are to Lexington. Such a large city produces a lot of heat, which helps fuel a storm's growth; Particularly a spring storm like this one. 

On the note of spring, I should mention the pepper seeds I planted 2 or 3 days ago have already begun to sprout! It's a tiny little shoot, and so far only one has popped up above the soil, but I'm proud nonetheless. Unfortunately, I couldn't leave them in the warm rain we got, because of the hail mentioned above. I'm really excited for these plants to grow. They're the first "food" plant I've ever planted!! The only other plant I've ever raised was supposed to be flowers. But an idiot "maintenance" worker threw my plants, pot and all, into a dumpster; That proceeded to then be filled up with other trash and such. Even though he'd looked at the pot on my windowsill for weeks and weeks, the SECOND it was on the ground, knocked over by neighborhood kids, he threw it in the dumpster. I went dumpster diving for several hours, and finally recovered the plant and pot, but they refused to grow after that. :\

Today is Thursday, and Jonathon had to miss Monday. He was dehydrated pretty heavily, and wasn't feeling well enough to be nearly as productive as necessary to work. Because of missing Monday though, he now gets to work overtime on Saturday, which he is very happy about. Apparently the overtime hours he will work this Saturday will be enough to pay for lot rent! Just that day, $225 or better. That's pretty awesome. He also says he now doesn't need to worry about whether or not he will be able to get his bike up and running in time for Rolling Thunder on May 24th. I'm pretty sure it also means we won't have to buy boxed food for a fair while, so yay for real food! And just in time for the start of his daughter's Spring Break next weekend!

I would have liked to have visited my mom this Saturday, for St. Patrick's Day supper [Corned Beef, Cabbage, and Hash], but I'm a little happier knowing he's getting what he wants, versus us eating with my family again. Getting what he wants takes worries off his shoulders, which makes him happy, which obviously makes ME happy. I'm honestly more excited [And nervous] to have his daughter come over. We go to Indiana on the 24th of this month, to pick her up; And we will be going back up to Indiana on the 1st of April to drop her back off again. Since he has overtime now, that means he works Friday the 23rd, the previous pick-up date for Shayna [His daughter]. Which in turn means my sisters will be out of school [Since it's a Saturday] and will be able to ride up to Indiana with us like they wanted. 

I'm sure I could type more, guys, but I'm on Jonathon's computer and I hate how hard it is to press down his keys. I can't type quickly, and make a million and a half errors, and my fingers get fatigued. Soooo this is it for now! :D

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Saturday, March 10th, 2012

It's unfortunate I haven't kept this blog updated, as so much has happened since my last entry. So very, very much. The beginning I suppose is a good start. About the time of my last post, I met someone who would be the one to change my life forever in many a wonderful way. I was still living in the camper, but I had relocated. From the parking lot of Waffle House/Motel 6, to my mom's driveway. She, along with my step-dad, had found a duplex down and around the corner from their first place in Georgetown. I was allowed to park the camper in the driveway [Correction, my father was allowed to; I was simply the inhabitant of the vehicle.], so that I wouldn't have to fight nearly as cold temperatures. In all I not only got to plug into the driveway for a little bit of power [Not that there was magically heat after that], I got to eat with my family most nights and spend some much missed time with them. Most particularly my mom. As far as what was powered by plugging in: Lights, fridge, and my computer. Lights were small and not very bright, fridge was mostly empty except when I was given a two liter of sprite once, and my computer was using an old wifi-adapter in an area where wifi signal was weak and spotty at best. I was still living in the camper with my three kitties, and their food/litter supplies were expectedly diminishing. For heat, my mom had an old 70's or earlier "space heater". Which, while I was thankful for what it COULD offer, was not the greatest. It had plenty of heat, if one was directly above it. Even placed right beside where I slept, my kitties and I still had to huddle tightly under my one blanket, and most nights I still couldn't sleep for the severity of the cold. I would often drape the blanket over the heater, propped up with my arm, before wrapping it tightly again to hold in the warmth. Without this convection, I surely never would have slept at night, or early morning. Usually, I still kept to the stay up at night and move around to keep warm then sleep during morning/daytime when the metal roof of the camper heated up enough to warm the inside. The heater, we presume, was limited in its capabilities because of all the nooks and crannies in the camper that were drafty, and uninsulated. Most of the time, I tried to avoid upsetting my step-dad too much by making it seem like we were more neighbors that occasionally saw each other rather than someone living in his driveway, as he wasn't too happy to have his driveway blocked. Since the internet connection wasn't great I often watched VHS tapes of Disney movies [*cough* Beauty and the Beast *cough*] on repeat, that I snuck in and out of my mom's house while they were sleeping. Barring that, I texted on the phone that was, at that point, being paid for by two friends to help me keep in touch with them and my family. Yet another thing I was eternally thankful for.

It was during this time, that my dad got a steady job again as an owner/operator at that [Truck driving for those unawares], and was able to give me the occasional ride up to Waffle House; Which still largely felt like home to me. Factoring in that I had spent several months sitting at and helping out at this Waffle House, for upwards of 18 hours at a time even, it shouldn't come as a surprise. On one such particular night, in my pajamas as usual [Again, this place was more home to me than anything else, let alone a "restaurant". Besides, it's Waffle House third shift. No one there cares. xD], I sat against the front windows in the table that was wider than all the others. [Wider across that is, so the table size was roomier for playing card games. :D] Chatting with my favourite waitress about how nicely she was showing [Then, she was pregnant. She gave birth to the beautiful Dreama Elen Peace Keith on Leap Day of this year], another regular came in. One I find rather creepy if I'm honest, but mostly just the way he is. Not so much about what he does or says. He sat at the smoking section bar, across from my dad and began to carry on a conversation with him. That's usual for them though, they always chat with each other. A short while later, while playing away at a new game of Solitaire my mom'd taught me [According to her it was the version my Grandmother loved best... No wonder I was obsessed with it!], another man came in. I recognized him as a regular, usually ordered a coffee and an All-Star and kept to himself. He sat next to the regular talking to my dad briefly, then turned to look at me and said, "I'm gonna come sit over here with you". It seemed he didn't want to sit next to the other regular after all. I gestured that it was okay for him to move, since I never mind who sits with me, whether I know them or not, and small talk began. We chatted about things as any two regulars would, and then some. Turns out he had just bought a house in Winchester, KY of course, closer to work, and he was only stopping in at Waffle House for something to eat after work before hauling more things from the RV he had been living in, in Georgetown, to his new home in Winchester. He even had his kitty in the car waiting. Well, one talk led to another, which led to another, which turned into an entire evening right up until early morning just shy of shift change. We parted as friends, a very fond friendship at that from my end at least. The next night, we both ended up at Waffle House again during the third shift, and I won't lie and say I didn't ask to go just to see him on the off chance he too showed up. I even sink-sponge-bathed in my mom's downstairs bathroom and sink-washed my hair before throwing on deodorant and the cleanest clothes I could find. I was happy to have someone new to talk to, who actually shared a mindset and set of interests parallel to my own. I could talk to him for ages, and not feel tired of it. That night, we talked even more if that were possible, given he actually HAD to leave early so he could get a little sleep before work. After I'd gone home to my camper, I texted my favourite waitress [Yes the preggo one, at the time anyway] and asked her if she could do me a favor and ask HIM [She had his number] to text me if he would like to. She ended up actually asking HIM that I asked for his number, but oh well. How doesn't matter as much as what: We began texting. He would text me when he woke up, and during lunch, and right after work, and right up until he was borderline falling asleep. I found every chance I could to check my messages to see if he'd texted, though I was absolutely certain the feelings I was developing for him weren't reciprocated. I pondered the age difference, the lifestyle difference, and so on. I wasn't prepared for how much I liked him, which reared itself when I found out there was a video of him on youtube [Search on youtube "alien vs bull". Do it. Mechanical bull, bald head. That's him. xD].

Needless to say, things weren't as one sided as I believed. One night that we were able to meet back up again at Waffle House, about a week later if that long, I ended up going with him to his place. Saved my dad gas, since he promised to take me back to my camper the next day, and he was willing to give me the bedroom and he would sleep in the living room. We watched movies, and it was surprising how comfortable I was with him. When he took my hand, I couldn't believe how rough his hands were. It was a strange sensation, as much of being around him was. I'd never felt anything like what I was feeling. Even with my exes, I'd never trusted them so explicitly. Though, because of our age difference, I was a little hesitant to label us, let alone publicly. I wasn't sure how my family would take the age difference. Granted, my parents are 10 years apart. But there's 7 more years between this man and myself than even that. He's only a few years younger than my mom, AND he's actually older than my step-dad. On November 1st, or that week at least, he asked me if I wanted to spend the rest of the week at his house, since the weather was about to take another severely cold dip. I asked my mom and dad both if either could check on my cats while I was gone; My mom said no, and my dad changed his mind TO no when he asked if it was to go stay with "that man". My dad was very against me being around Jonathon, let alone WITH him. [That's his name, btw. Jonathon David Gaw, age 38. Born November 12th, 1973] I voiced these concerns with Jon, telling him I'd really like the quality time with him, and in warmth, but I couldn't leave my kitties knowing they wouldn't have even fresh water or food. He said enthusiastically to "Bring them with you!", saying "I love cats!". How perfect? After my usual "Are you sure?", that night after work he came and picked us up, getting to see my living quarters in the mean time. Quite small, and I think smaller than even he expected.

A quick aside here, it should be mentioned that I was offered a chance at visiting his home sooner; But because it was dark and rainy, I declined. Being in cars still gave me severe anxiety, and with someone I literally didn't know it was difficult to agree to. I ended up sucking it up the night I did go to his house, even though it was still dark and rainy. But he drove a VERY long way to his house, just so he would stay on side/back/country roads, to make ME more comfortable. And he stayed at a very low speed, talking to me the whole way. He was such a gentleman, and remains so today; Opening doors for me, going the extra mile to make me comfortable, etc etc.

Anyway, The first week of November is when I came here "For the week". It's now March 10th or so [I can't see the clock to see if it's technically the 11th yet or not], and I haven't left since. For Thanksgiving, we went up to Indiana to visit his family. Several hour long drive, for those unaware of the distance from Central KY to Indiana, and going 70+ at points. There, I met his family.
His mother, Virginia; And his step-father Randy.
His brother, Nathan; And Nathan's wife and daughter: Susan and Allison, respectively.
His step-sister, Robyn; And Robyn's husband and children: Greg, Iain, Alex, and Kaelyn.
As well as his daughter, Shayna, and his autistic son, Joseph.
I eventually also got to meet his father, Jim.

We've since been to Indiana and back several times, and we spent Christmas with my family. He even got in the action and played twister several times, of which there are SEVERAL hilarious videos on facebook that I would be more than happy to show you if you are interested. Just e-mail me, and I'll link them to you. They're pretty much amazing.

We have also designed our "dream home", which is what renovations we are doing to this home here in Winchester. He's absolutely amazing. So much about is just perfectly different, and perfectly alike. We've spent one night apart since we got together, and that was here recently, when I babysat my sisters and spent the night to do so. It was difficult for both of us to sleep, surprising the hell out of me.

With such perfection, however, comes a fairly hefty price. But all things must balance, right?

Being the age he is, and not wanting "to be 60" when his children are 18, [Given his kids are 14 and 13, it won't happen unless he has more], he doesn't want kids. Anyone that knows me knows my feelings on that. It's all I've ever wanted. But I'm caught now between either having children, and not having him, or vice versa. It's quite the difficult thought. I can't imagine being in life without him, let alone raising kids without him. For now, only time can tell. Either he will change his mind to want them, or I will change mine and stop wanting them. For now, I'm choosing to give up having kids, because it's what he wants. I want him to be happy, and after all; Shouldn't I be happy too? If being with him is what makes me happy, I should do whatever it takes for us BOTH to be happy.

Anyway, if I keep on that point I'll be rambling all night. You should be mostly caught up now! And hopefully I will remember to update a little more often, so I don't write a book of an entry. Sorry about that everyone!


As far as life lessons for this post: Be ever thankful for the gifts that happen to you. In this case, I'm thankful for being homeless and staying in the motel/camper/Waffle House so much. It was hell at the time, but had I never been there I would never have met Jonathon and I would never be as happy as I am now. And how happy is that? Let's just say the current weight lost is 68-69 pounds. Yes. Really.