Princess Valentine, here.

The best Valentine's Day i have ever had in my entire life just occured yesterday.

So, naturally, I'm inclined to gush...



I woke up and PC had made a special choclate coffee and sweet rolls with pink frosting. We ate together and he left a card and gift on the table. The card was so sweet, addressed to his wife and a message about his looking forward to our fiftieth Valentine's day together. It was loud, it plays "My Girl" when you open it, and at 5am it made me jump. It was silly and loving and everything he is all in this one card. Then more suprises, my gift was a wonderful set of makeup brushes, complete with their own carrying case, a big, really nice powder brush, and some expensive eyeliner. I loved it all- it was perfect.

Then later when I got home we had the nicest steak dinner and after dinner he suprised me with a pedicure. Not a cupon for one- but aREAL pedicure... complete with pumice stone, lotion, toe-nail painting, EVERYTHING! Of course, the toe-curling sex we had immediately following ruined the actual paint job, but the overall effect was still there- and my feet felt great. I felt great! It was the most loving, blissful V-day I have ever had! NO one has ever treated me that well. I sure do love that husband of mine. This may sound all detached because you're reading it in my blog- but he seriously made me feel like a queen. It was the sweetest thing in the world. I have no doubt in my mind that he loves me more than anything in the world. He is my everything. My day and night. My alpha and my omega. He heals me and brings out strength in me I didn't know I had. He makes me want to be a better person every day. I like who I am with him and I am so happy to know that I have a lifetime to continue growing with him. I can't wait until we're retired, cantankerous old people and we can just sit on the porch and bitch about the next generation all day long! I love that man...

Lauren Rescheduled

And so now I'm left with a night alone.
What to do...?
I called PC (prince charming) to tell him Lauren was not coming, and he was out buying my Valentine's day present. No, ladies, he didn't say that's what he was doing... but he wasn't at Lowe's...
Maybe that's what I should be doing.

Yeah.
I'll let you know how that turns out.......

Why do I like to hit 'enter' instead of 'space'???

What a crazy day.
Woke up to snow.
Upon arrival to work- found out I had 2 meetings immediately that I was unaware of.
Was late to everything.
The Nagina (my grandmother/land lord whom I'd just love to death if she doesn't nag me to death first...) calls while I'm at the Federal Building. Family is not doing well.
Lee Ann put the only time at work I enjoy in jeopardy in an unsolicited attempt to defend me.
I didn't eat lunch.
Again.

And what the fuck am i going to do for my hubby for valentines day!?

Oh geez.... I have a lot going on right now.

Tonight is belly dance practice with Lauren.
I think we'll try to revise Raks Bedeya to fit two people... who knows.
Maybe we will just fuck off like always.
*shrug*

This weekend is Faire auditions... and my brother's military ball.
My world is exploding!

At least I'm not bored...

Life goal: write SOMETHING every day

I am tired of blogging.

I have started so many blogs over the years. I was blogging before it was cool. I had an Open Diary when it first came out. I switched to live journal when too many people caught on. I switched to using my MySpace blog when too many people caught on to that. I stopped using my MySpace blog when I found out people weren’t reading because they were interested, but rather, to spy on me and have something to spread rumors about with their friends. I have another blog on ‘blogger’ that I use to post the things I need to say but never will aloud. But I don’t have a place where I can just ramble on and type as I figure out all the little twists and turns of life. Don’t have a place where I feel it’s okay to type things out just for the satisfaction of typing them. Where I’m not worried about broken thoughts and syntax. Where I can go on and on if I’m upset and no one will be offended or bored (because no one is obligated to read... out of love OR spite...)

So here we go again.
Another blog.
Another url.
Another attempt at wrangling my thoughts into a place that can't truly contain them.

I am going to try to write SOMETHING every day. It may not be entertaining, but it will be true. It may not be in my own hand, but in my own voice. It may not be hidden, but it is not paraded.

We'll just have to see what happens...

Why?

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

- Stevie Smith

Kinetic \Ki*net"ic\, q. [Gr. ?, from ? to move.]
Moving or causing motion; motory; active, as opposed to latent.
Kairos (καιρός) is an ancient Greek word meaning the "right or opportune moment".


So there...
get it???