Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Home Alone

Thankfully some warm weather has come our way for a few days. After so much complaining about winter I am certainly going to enjoy it!

Life has been pretty routine for the last few weeks, not much to report. John was in Houston for the opening of Windy City Pizza this past weekend. He came back pretty exhausted, and 20 pounds heavier. Just kidding, he worked his little butt off and I think he actually lost weight despite being around all that yummy food. While he was gone I was on my own for 5 days. I have mixed feelings about being on my own. For a short while I enjoy it. I go shopping, I eat strange things for dinner, (like cereal-John says that it’s not dinner-but it is) I crank up my music and really belt out the lyrics, (this is even more fun now that we have no one living in our building) and I clean. (always better to do when John is gone) So that gets me through the first 2 hours, then what?

Seriously, I got some stuff done that needed to be done. I organized our “guest room”, I use this term lightly, really it should be called John’s room. Whenever you opened the closet junk flew out at you, I mean literally, the final straw was the other day when I got attacked by a talking Simpsons clock. So now that everything is all pretty and clean, please come stay in our “guest room”. I did some cooking, and stocked up our freezer with meatballs. Yum! And I caught up on some reading.

Being alone is weird though, I am just not used to it. I gain a bigger appreciation for being a part of a couple. I lived alone for about 5 months once; it was rough, I didn’t like it but I’m glad I did it. You learn things about yourself, and I learned that I need to live with someone. There are too many strange noises (especially in a huge empty building), too many thoughts of if I get injured and am immobile who will find me? (Thanks mom for calling me twice a day to make sure I was alive, I do appreciate it!), it’s too quiet, and I have to take out the garbage myself-yuck!

John I am glad you’re back; not just to take out the trash but also cause it’s not the same without you around.

1 comment:

Becky said...

Aw, that was sweet in a funny little way. Glad to hear John got back home safe.

Taking the trash out is the worst, totally.