Can I Get There By Candlelight?

Tonight I am making B1 a special dinner. Though I have cooked for him once and made him a picnic lunch I don't feel like I've actually made a special knock your socks off dinner yet and I really wanted to. I thought that I would have a very hard time deciding on what to make him but really, it's a no brainer. Both of us love Mexican food. I happen to have a recipe for really good chicken enchiladas. Voila-dinner.

Along with the enchiladas I'm making black beans and cilantro rice. I've made this meal for quite a few people before and each time I've heard that they were fantastic. The Mom even said they were the best she's ever had and Linda Loo says that if she were gay, she'd marry me based on this meal. So...I think I'm safe in my choice.

Dessert is perhaps the most important part of this meal. On our first date, B1 almost jumped over the table and kissed me when I told him I could make creme brulee. Apparently, it's one of his favorite desserts. I didn't want to make just plain creme brulee though-especially with this meal. So I made Mexican creme brulee-chocolate and cinnamon with a touch of orange on top. I'm still on the fence about the orange but we'll see. I hope he likes it.

My original plan was to have B1 help me finish the meal. I already roasted the chicken and I'd have the rice cooking but I was going to have him help me assemble the enchiladas and the rice so we could cook together in the kitchen. I think he'd really enjoy that and I know I would too. But then this meal became a surprise. And then there's this:





Every candle I own has made its way into my dining room and will be lit when he walks in tonight. The table will be set nicely and while I won't be dressed up in a fancy dress, I won't be wearing jeans either. I was thinking of a cute cotton dress I recently got with a pretty cardigan. I want him to know how special he is and I think that having a romantic home cooked dinner like this will do it.

With anyone else I'd feel stupid lighting all of the candles and setting up my apartment to look like this. But for some reason with him, I don't. I know that he will appreciate it and that he will love that I went to the trouble to do this for him. He would never laugh at me for doing this-never make me feel silly for wanting to have a special dinner here in the dining room instead of in front of the TV or at the kitchen table.

And so...he can't help me. Not tonight. We have a really long time to cook together...tonight is just for him.

Love Sick

Love

When I woke up yesterday, my skin was flaming hot-hotter than normal. I thought it was because I was wearing a sweatshirt and B1 was curled up against me. My head ached, but I thought it was because we stayed up too late. I opted to go into work late so I could take some Tylenol, have coffee and eat a good breakfast. When I finally did go into work, I only stayed for 1/2 hour because when I closed my eyes, the world started spinning and I couldn't concentrate.

I had a temperature of 100.3.

One of the worst parts of living alone is being sick. Though you do have the solitude you need to rest quietly, you also have to go out and get your own medicine and ginger ale. At 100.3, that's not really something I like doing. But I went, and I took the medicine and I slept for 4 hours. Beyond the headache and the aches and pains, I never really felt horrible. I couldn't-and can't-figure out what kind of sick this is. This morning nothing really hurts, though I'm still a little tired....I'm staying home to rest.

I have not yet told you the most important part of the story. Last night B1 worked until 8pm and the minute he got out of work he called me to see how I was and immediately asked if I needed anything. I thanked him and said I didn't and told him I went out to get medicine and sick supplies earlier. He then told me that if I did need anything to call him and he'd be there.

I had a *sigh* :) moment and sank back into the couch.

About an hour later-the time it takes him to get to my house-he called again. He said that he didn't want to scare me by knocking on my front door, so he called instead. He was here, at my house, unannounced. When I walked down the stairs, I could see that he had flowers in his hands. My cute boy went out after work to get me flowers, drove an hour over to my house and came to check on me. He hugged me and rubbed my head, kissed my forehead and asked me what he could get me.

He's the best boyfriend ever...

...and I have a question for all of you who have significant others. Or even those who currently do not, actually: How long into the relationship did you feel like you were in love and how long did it take you to say it out loud to him/her?

The night I met him I knew there was something there-you remember how excited I was about meeting him. When we went on our first date I knew that I could love him and the day he took me to the beach and came to my friends picnic with me I knew that I wanted to love him and that I was falling in love. Last night when he showed up on my door step, I loved him.

I did not tell him, because I don't want to throw it out there too lightly. I know we're going to be together and I know that we've taken the time to get to know each other as well as anyone can in two months. But I don't want to say it and then not mean it or say it too soon and not get it in return. At the same time, I want him to know how special he is and how he makes me feel. I tell him this everyday, of course, in those words. But "I love you" are words I only reserve for the most special people and he has become one of them.

So how long did it take you to know and to tell?

Randomivity

"I used to see a pizza, now I see a pie chart."

Public and Pubic are very different words. And mean very different things when speaking about a relationship!

I'm geeky, but being in a relationship on Facebook is kind of fun...especially when HIS Facebook page clearly states the same thing and links to me! <3

Girl 1: "Has anyone ever gotten waxed?"
Girl 2: "...I'm relaxed!"

"When you're in my arms my heart doesn't beat faster, it just beats stronger."

Sometimes people just don't know how to stay seated.

Size matters.

"What? A girl can't yodel in the car?!"

I want to remember every little thing about this time with B1. I told him this today and said that if we're lucky enough to know each other for a very long time I hoped that we'd remember how in awe we are of each other. He said that he plans on knowing me for a very long time and he hopes that is OK.

Oh my cute boy...it's more than OK.

Apparently my new nickname is Ice Cube...because, according to my little sister, they melt too.

It hurts me to hear that a friend is sad. Especially when the reason is the very same reason why I am happy.

Toosdae ?'s

I know that the other day I said that my life was perfect, but today my life is perfect. The end.

1. Assuming you will be using a stall in a public restroom: Do you use the designated handicapped stall if the others are being used, or do you wait?

2. Finish this sentence: "I have never been..."

3. Would you rather always lose or never play?

My answers...

1. I'll be honest here and say that I typically use the handicapped stall in a busy restroom unless there is someone in the line behind me that looks as though they need it. I think that in most situations people should wait their turn anyway and having a special bathroom doesn't automatically give them a pass. Which is why I am mindful of who is behind me in the line before taking up the only space they have to go to the bathroom.

2. "I have never been someones little sister."

3. I would rather always lose. Though losing is not fun, sitting on the sidelines always looking on is worse. Never being the winner would weigh on me a bit, especially if we are talking about life and not games, but still-looking back at my life years from now I want to be able to say "At least I tried" instead of "What if?"

Tired...

I need a vacation day today to recover from the long weekend I just had. Thursday night B1 came over for dinner. I made him my Thai Shrimp dish because everyone loves it and it's very easy to make. I was so, SO nervous. More nervous than when we had our first date for some reason. I think it's because cooking is such a big part of me and my soul that sharing it with him was a big deal. And if he didn't like it...well, that would have sucked. That was a late night-which kicked off the tiredness. He is totally worth it. I would miss 1000 sleeps if it meant I could spend time with him. Have I told you lately how amazing he is? Well...he is amazing and I can't wait to see him tonight after work.

Friday I got up early and worked with my Dad on setting up my new flat screen and DVD player. I think I've mentioned before that he designs home theaters and is very into all of that stuff, while I just like regular television. No frills, no fancy remotes...just sit down and relax. This is not that kind of TV. The DVD player alone has all of these special things it can do like hold pictures, play music, link to my computer...it's overwhelming. He was fiddling with remotes and inputs and speakers (I am psyched that my cool speakers are set up again so I can listen to music without using my laptop.) and by the end of the 3 hours, I was just so done. I finally asked if we could just stop because we had other plans and it was beautiful outside. We went to lunch and had a lovely meal and then headed over to the Museum of Science. While the meal was delicious and enjoyable, the museum was not. We did not care for it at all. We expected it to be more modern and up to date and less...simple, I guess. It's comprised of a bunch of little kiosks with buttons and it just was not what we were hoping it would be. Even the 3D movies were disappointing. They weren't made well and some parts were even blurry. I won't go back again and am sorry he spent the money to get in.

After the museum we headed over to dinner. We went to restaurant on Newbury Street. It's somewhere I've wanted to go to since moving here as it's quintessentially Boston. We sat outside right near the sidewalk and had a wonderful view of the people walking by. The meal was good, but not great-but the location and company were perfect, so it was enjoyable. After dinner we drove to Fenway where I proceeded to watch our team get slaughtered by the Yankees. Again, this was OK because it was a fun day with my dad and it's something I would never have imagined I would do in my lifetime. Enjoying a full day with my father alone, that is. Funny how life changes, isn't it?

The next day I drove down to CT for Mother's Day weekend. I had to buy 3 gifts so I stopped by the mall before getting to my parents house. Of course the mall traffic was horrible so it took forever. The good news is that I found a simple gray cotton dress to wear to the party that B1 is taking me to on Sunday. (Yikes!) The other good news is that I got it from the "normal" section and not the plus size section. :) I just have to cut it and hem it because it's a long dress and I want it to be knee length. I'll do that Wednesday, I guess.

Saturday night I went out with my youngest sister, her boyfriend and my cousin. We went to a local place in town and had appetizers and drinks and told stories and laughed. I had a fun time. I really love my cousin. I grew up with her and we had such a fun time together. I'm glad we reconnected. Because we were heading out to NY for Mother's Day Sunday I left earlier than I normally would have and went to bed.

Sunday...oh Sunday. (I'm tired just telling you all of this!) We drove in my Mother's car (which is hell b/c she's a crazy driver) to my Nana's house where my cousins and aunts/uncles were. We had a fun time. I got yelled at for being too "lovey dovey" about my boyfriend (they were joking, but still!) and my cousin and my sisters and I went to get the beads for the her veil (I'm making it for her). After a few more laughs, we drove home to CT where I scarfed down pizza for dinner and drove back to Boston. And then I crashed. Hard.

Needless to say, before B1 gets to my place tonight I have to clean up a bit. I feel like lots of things are going to end up in the closet tonight. :)

What did YOU do this weekend?