Get out of my head

GAWD, i love a good sleep. The kind where you wake up in the morning, a little groggy, but completely content about the blissful sleep you just had. The kind where you yawn and a little noise comes out like a kitten. You know the kind. The kind where you stretch and then decide...maybe a few more minutes. Where your blankies are all burritoed around you and only your nose is poking out for fresh air. Where no matter how much you stretch and move the blankies are always covering your toes so they don't get chilled. Ahhhhh, the good sleeps.

They don't come along that often. Usually it's me waking up...dazed, confused, with a 70lb dog attached to my back. See, i pride myself on being an animal lover. My dog gets the bed. I know, i know, many people see this as a problem. The only problem i have is when he hogs the bed. But he's SO CUTE...how could you not want him to be snuggly and dreamy all beside you? He yawns chronically in the morning and each one lets out one of those little kitten sounds so i know he's had a good sleep. I, on the other hand, am usually all achy and sore. Cause he conforms himself to my body when i'm sleeping...so if im in a temporary comfy position he wheedles his way in snuggs right up. Then i can't move and in my comatose state i just lay there apparently...unwilling to disrupt his cutsie little dog napping.

All is forgiven when i roll over and see his 70lb frame wrapped up like a sleeping baby deer. GOD he's so cute. I consider him one of the 'people' i should be so lucky to have in my life. And then i say..."morning buddy, (his name is Cash) Wanna go downstairs?"
And he yawns..again, and unwraps himself and sticks out his way-too-long legs. The end of his long tail starts to wag...but just the end cause it's morning...can't expect too much from a sleepy puppy.
He slowly gets up and steeeeeeeeeetches out. And then looks expectantly at me like it's my turn to stretch. I do. Then it's off to start the day.

God i love my dog.

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I really have no idea what to put in a blog. I've kept myself away from them for no real apparent reason. I guess i should start by talking about myself a bit. How do i see myself? Scary question for anyone to answer. I guess these days i see myself as a pretty good person. I've grown a lot in the last few years into what i feel is suitable for where i am in my life. As of late i've been surrounding myself with positive people, some of which are hilarious. (Zed, you know who you are.) And some of which i think have been placed in my life by some miraculous mistake...because really, why do I of all people deserve such loving and wicked awesome people in my everyday life? Zed included...and to be honest, near the top of the list. I know she's reading this and i swear i'm NOT sucking up...i can do that in person <3

I used to be an angry, touchy and extermily defensive person. And i know somewhere under the many layers of my awesomeness those qualitites are still there. I've just supressed...is that healthy? I hope my head doesn't explode. *looks around nervously* But in the past months i've decided i don't like hating everything. Not that i really HATED everything but my pessimism was killing me. Thanks to a few good friends, one terrible break-up and a new HEALTHY relationship i feel i've taken the path to non-head-exploding awareness of the people and things around me. And really...who knew a relationship could be healthy for you? I always assumed it was a test of my endurance and how much i could handle before i should be slitting my wrists....figuratively speaking of course. Not that i didn't know how to love...i just didn't know how to be loved back.

ANYWAYS...enough of that cause i'm sure i'll insert mushy crap throughout the life of my newly found blog (obsession more like, time will tell). On to fun things...like me. I'm fun, i enjoy fun people, i love being immature, crazy, and stupid at times.

My boyfriend can read me like a book and last nite as we played 20 questions while smoking in the back room i picked what i thought would take forever for him to guess.
three seconds after me saying : "OK GO!"
He looks around the room: "Sled"
Me: "DAMMIT, are you freakin kidding me?"
Him: "No...it's the 'cutest' thing here. You always pick the cutest things...if it's not the cutest thing it's the shiniest thing and if it's not that it will take you forever to decide what the sneakiest thing is..cause you're a ninja"

My secret is out...


<--me

le sigh...he knows me way too well.

ok...just a test...:D