WAaahooo for no work.

[angelak]

I was moody most of last night for little reason. Even though I know somewhat I did have some sort of reasoning, but whatever. That's contradictory. Eventually I was able to grab all of the things I needed to make my journey to Jim's for the week-fewdayending.

I drove over around 2AM. It was preferable in the long run and I was a lot less moody just being here with him. I admit, I was still being poopy.

Whatever.
We both read before bed and eventually I fell asleep.
Today we had fun though.
I have now gotten to try out the Nintendo Wii. Because "Someone," I know has one. Hmmmm. Wonder who that is? HMm.

Well, it's pretty fun actually - albeit a bit of a sensory input overload. That's okay, we were playing together, each of us on one of the controllers. (there are two you use at once, but we found each of us taking one makes it really easy!)

Anyway. Wasted the morning away. Read some, stayed in bed entirely late. Woke up early-ish none the less. Dogs wanted out and someone's car alarm was sounding in the parking lot and Jim thought it was his car. It wasn't, but he went out. Once he came back from going outside we just hung out and talked. Niiiiice morning talk.

And. STuff. Hahaha.
Eventually we got up and went for a run together. Brief run, but way way better than nothing and at least I got sweating pretty well. The hill into his parking lot is brutal so we walked it until we got to the top. Really I just had fun that he came along. But Mike made me go into macho mode by mocking how brief our outing was and I was like, "but he wanted to come back." Then I felt like a douchebag because I was just glad he came with me at all.

Although I think I am more competitive with myself than Jim is. That's fine.

Then we went to GameStop, went to the barber, and finally to Panera bread for dinner/breakfast/lunch.
First off, I have to go on a tangent here. He said, whilst driving out of his complex, "I think my hair is getting long. I should get a haircut." and I looked at him. He was completely oblivious, but I was just very much in love at that moment and I said, "Will you repeat that? Just for me? Humor me." and so he did. "I think my hair is getting long. I should get a haircut."

The significance. His hair being pretty damned short as it was. Shorter than I think I ever saw Steve's. And Yet here he was saying, "I think my hair is getting long. I should get a haircut." I was. IN bliss. And I knew we'd go see a barber who would do it for him. And he said, "I hope you don't mind if we add a third stop to our outing?" and I was like, "oh good gods no." Yes. This guy is awesome. No one understands the stress of a haircut back in the day with the ex. I cannot even vocalize. Besides. Jimmy looks sooooo sexy with his hair so short. Really makes me want to jump him. Constantly.

I get it - he's military. Whatever. I still love it. And he appreciates the way it FEELS to have nice short hair. He likes the way it feels. He will never make me cut his hair for him, or manipulate me into that. I know, seems so trivial. But it was something SO huge to me once upon a time.

DIGRESSING:

We came back, I played online - took Mike to work eventually, (while Jim set up his new toy at home) came back. And then we decided Jim needed to try out Call of Duty 3 for the Wii and so we went back to Gamestop. I bought us coffees and then we came back and I whined about not having played it and so we played Red Steel and then some Call of Duty.

And then he ended up taking over the controls and now I am updating.
Tomorrow we drive to Portland-ish area to his sister's for Thanksgiving and Mikey is coming. Yeay Mikey for coming. His family is in Georgia, so he has no where else to go. So, Jim invited his best friend to come with.

As for my family, they are not doing anything really this year.

SOoooo, I'm really stoked to go to his sister's for Thanksgiving. We even worked it all out with the dogs. It is refreshing to really look forward to doing Holidays with his family rather than to dread it. I fit in. People so far, think I'm pretty cool. And I feel comfortable with them. This is a blessing. His mom is a sweet lady and she is far from judgmental. After the mess of a relationship I had with Bird-Lady, AKA, Steve's mom. Well, this is just too much of a relief. It hurt me that she didn't accept me.

I feel good because he mentioned she hasn't really commented about his other ladies, and she did make positive statements about me. This makes me beam and feel prideful and happy. Acceptance is not everything - but I sure do prefer it over the alternative. My family likes him and his likes me.

I can live with that. This is turning out dandy and I cannot wait to meet more people. And of course, the dogs will charm their way into the get together. All I care about is that I do not have to ask my parents or anyone else to watch my dogs.

One of the sweetest things about this relationship is the way he accepts my dogs as his own and appreciates them for who they are and accepts them as a part of me. There is no struggle. He adores both of them and this is really ... really great.

Steve never had a problem with that - however, Khaya really just didn't accept them the way I think is healthy for me. They are a non-negotiable part of my life. And the fact that he loves them as his own makes me happy. Really happy.

So there it is.
Oh. And I have to admit. The Nintendo Wii makes Jim flex his arm muscles.
I'm completely satisfied just watching him play.
He was being so-little-kid-cute when he brought it home. I was dying.
I adore this guy.
ADORE him.

*happy sigh*


-Angela

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[poeticzi.livejournal.com]

You guys sound so adorably cute ^_^.
Aw, and i love that little-kid-cute, I totally know what you mean, it's how Ben was like when I got him the 360 game he wanted that had just recently been released. And how he was when he got the X-box 360.

Happy Thanksgiving!