One more night...

This is Sunday night's post: (I had to write it and save it becuz internet access sucks at work!)

Well, today started off on a good note. Two wakeup calls, yet I stayed in bed because yesterday he said he wanted to sleep in so today I let it go. I guess he was ready at 7:30 because he actually called for me.   I have been sleeping well. I think because I am relaxed and a little Seroquel always helps. When I go back to Dr Sharma we are gonna have a little talk about my sleeping patterns. Maybe I can be a candidate for Lunesta or Ambien or something along those lines.

In less than 24 hours I get to see John in the flesh.  He text me at around 1pm and asked me what I was doing and I said waiting for him. His response was wont be long.  I wonder if he as anxious as I am about being together.

Im trying to take things slow. I have been known to rush into things and I don't want to do that here. I want this to work. It is kind of difficult to move quickly anyway with the limited time we are dealing with. I would love to have an entire day and a night together. Just to be. Not doing anything in particular. Just to be together. i wonder what his house is like. I would like to visit his house. I want to know more about him. What does he do when he isn't at work being the boss? Is he quiet in his own skin? I can sit home in silence and just be. Can he?

Today has been good until now. Mario ate some ham and bean soup and I am the one who suffers the next day as it comes out his system. Otherwise pretty quiet.  I canvinced him to watch TBS and the movies that they offer on a Sunday afternoon. Makes the day go by quickly. First, the ending of Yours mine and ours. Then Cheaper by the dozen. Now, Something's gotta give. After this is, at 3:30pm the Heartbreak Kid with Ben Stiller. Don't know what that one is about. All I know that by the time this movie is over it will be 3:30pm and it will be that much closer to dinnertime. After dinner it is all cake. After dinner, he won't stay up very long. Now tomorrow, I must wake up and come downstairs by 7am. I want to get him straight and be done so I can jet out the door at precisely 8am.

If I take the 8:05am bus and catch the #12 bus I can be home in record time. If I don't make the #12 bus since they overlap a bit, I will take a taxi home. I wanna be home as early as possible to clean up, shower and be ready for when John arrives.

I need to catch up with TJ to finish my tattoo. I wanna get the color done and be done with it. I know its gonna be a while before I get the whole piece done all the way to my shoulder I just don't have the money.  Well actually I do but  I think I am gonna go to Marc's to get it done. No strings attached. No innuendos. No bartering. Just cash and tattoos. I have had enough of TJ's crap. I wanna be able to make an appointment and get my work done. No questions asked. If I thought it was fair I would just go to Marc's now and get it colored. But I don't know if that would work.  I mean I am sure they could. Maybe I will see about that just getting the color done at Marc's. I am not sure if they will even touch it because they didn't start it. We will see.

I kind of get embarrassed about my tattoos when I am around people who don't have tattoos. John had a tattoo on his chest to line up with radiation. Like a speck but i dont think that really counts? I am not ashamed of my tattoos and I love them but kind of shows my wild side. I wanna be taken seriously. I don't want it to be a wedge. I have always wanted tattoos.  I love them. I love men with them. The more the better. But I don't want a bad boy. I want a real man. And if that man has to be devoid of tattoos, so be it. But where does that leave me. Am I supposed to keep my clothes on all the time. that's not going to work. I want to take my clothes off eventually. NOT THAT WAY..well yeah eventually. But I was talking about summertime and wearing less clothes when you can tell I have tattoos. Well we will cross that bridge when we get to it.  I just don't know how he is going to react. I hope well.

We are currently placing our picks for AFC and NFC finals. Be nice for a friendly bet. But he is trying to get me heated with this talk about the NJ Devils. He claims himself a Devils fan. It would make for a really difficult hockey season. I think he is dong it just to get a rise out of me! Grrrr

More to follow...these are my thoughts at the moment.  Got more to follow later...

Ok so  it's later I just couldnt post because the wireless service here at work SUCKS big time!

So my two teams in Football Playoffs won tonight. He soooo would have lost if we bets on the games.  He still has yet to tell me the terms for next week's games. He says we will discuss it tomorrow. So far all I know is it involves cooking. Either he cooks or I cook but I don't know how that works. What if I just wanna test out his cooking skills? He ate Burger King for dinner. Yuk! I can smell the grease as I eat it and that turns my stomach. Yeah I know I 'm a fucking spoiled brat. I had a huge turkey club salad for dinner. Didnt want anything heavy.

He offered to come get me from work. I need to shower and get Mario's smell off me and Lord only knows what kind of stinky mess I am walking into when I go home. I don't want him to smell or see that. I know what I had to contend with last weekend and that's after Brain cleaned up a bit. He gets off at 5:30a so by the time I get home he can leave and at least get a little nap. Driving to my house from Catawissa is enough he doesnt have to drive to Pittston. I will probably take a taxi home from the square anyway. I need to get money from the bank and I have to stop at CVS for some things on the way home. Like air freshener!

It's 9:15pm and I am posting this. I am ready for bed but I have not heard his voice yet today so I will stay up a little longer til he gets back from doing rounds. I don't know who is more excited...him or me. He keeps mentioning that the days are dragging and seems like forever til he sees me again. I am thinking the same thing but I refuse to be a gushy female. Gushy on the inside, firm on the outside. Not hard, just a little soft. LOL I'm a dork. But a happy dork. I haven't felt this way in a long time.  I was with Ron for almost 2 years and never felt anxiety with him. If he walked out the door...like he did...I was unphased. I don't want John to walk out the door. I kinda wanna block the door and keep him.

Speaking of Ron, he has my formal dresses! They are in his closet from our last 2 weddings we went to! I thought about calling him to retrieve them. But they are just dresses. I will buy new ones. I don't wanna open that can of worms. But I really liked the cream dress. And me shoes! DAMN IT! Those were nice shoes and broken in. I hope my favorite boots are in the pantry or I will really be upset. But I think I wore them out one day. Oh well. Minimal loss. I would rather let sleeping dogs lie. That would mean having to see him and shoot the shit and I really don't want that. I will gladly just go buy new dresses. It gives me an excuse to go shopping.

Ok he is back so I get to hear his ringtone. His ringtone makes me happy. Of course he probably will never hear it unless he tries to call when I am in the room or leave my phone laying around. Well off I go to talk to my boy. Tomorrow will be a good day.

Good night!