Amy

Great night last night

2011-12-15T12:59:00.000-08:00

I had a rehearsal at BT's church; they're having me play flute on "Silent Night" with the choir, and it's such a gorgeous piece. Rehearsal went perfectly, and I met up with Mom and Dad for dinner and shopping at Best Buy beforehand, and then more shopping at Target afterwards.

It's only 2:05. There's no work to do, and I'm so bored.

I left Liberty around 10. I wanted to bring Stephen Schlotzky's/Cinnabon for dinner, but he said it was late, and there's one right by his place. Riiight. Knew it was late, and forgot there was one near him. I prolly shoulda taken the other way home, but I took 35 by his house anyway, just in case he'd let me come over really fast. We had a great time. I wrote more about our conversation in his blog. He sees us getting married. So happy about that. He's just not ready for the commitment. That's fine. I think we'll get there. He has a lot on his plate.

We were much better last night. I prayed beforehand that I'd be strong. We cuddled and were so sweet to each other. He said he decided against R-rated movies, or at least wouldn't see them nearly as often. He invited me to see Sherlock Holmes this weekend, but I told I didn't want to see that kind of a movie. I appreciate that we didn't give each other a hard time about it. I'm not too worried about the movie thing, anyway; he acknowledged that we have similar values and get along well, and he reasoned that "you'd have to be an idiot to not marry Amy."

We hugged when we saw each other, and then after a bit, I wanted to massage his shoulders. He laid on the floor, and I sat on his back. Then he flipped over so I was still straddling him, and we talked for awhile and kissed. He lightly grinded and wanted me to keep doing it, and I only did for a little bit bc I knew it wasn't right. I just feel so shy about all that knowing we shouldn't. When we're married, I'm not holding back, but I feel weird doing it now. We kissed for a bit. He was so amazingly sweet, and he sees us getting married. : ) I do, too. I love him so much and feel we're a great fit for each other.

I don't like that he analyzes blemishes on my face. I get that he's a dermatologist, but I feel really self-conscious, and it ruins the mood for me. I'll need to talk to him about it.

When we were holding each other/when I was on top of him, he said he just wanted to take my pants off. Very sweet. And very cool that he didn't do it! He's getting better. So glad we were much better last night.

Whatever happened to Niblet?

2011-11-22T09:16:00.001-08:00

I just wanted to write that I brought my friend Niblet home with me on Friday. I was going to build her a little home in my home, a clear glass with grass and dirt. Honestly, though, I don't want a pet, and she doesn't belong in a glass, so I tucked her into a little hole in my garden. I haven't seen her lately, but at least she was free from the boredom of an office or an apartment. If I were her and had the time to sit still on a Kleenex for hours at a time, then put me outside where I can perch on a rock and feel the Thanksgiving breezes.

The Adventures of Niblet

2011-11-18T10:03:00.001-08:00

I must warn you that I'm going to write a lot about my new little friend at work today. She's a pretty little flying insect that appeared to be stuck in my keyboard when I arrived. I picked her up in a Kleenex and was about to squash her when I noticed she wanted to walk around. (It's a "she," alright! You probably didn't know I'm an undercover entomologist. Alright, you win; I don't even know what kind of insect it is, so as far as I'm concerned, it's a girl, and her name is Niblet.) Interesting she hasn't flown away; something must be wrong with her wings. She dawdled to the edge of the Kleenex, and she's just stood there on the edge of that cliff for 20 minutes now, wiggling her antennae as if she's waiting for the yellow brick road to magically appear and lead her somewhere. I don't want to move her; is she really going to stay there all day? You're at the edge of a cliff, Niblet! Turn around! Turn left, turn right, I don't care. But don't just stand at the edge of the Kleenex cliff. Then again, if I had a brain the size of a grain of sand, I probably wouldn't know what to do in such a dilemma, either...*antennae still wiggling* She obviously doesn't have much on her "to do" list. Lucky.

Niblet flipped over and is now taking a scenic walk along the edge of the cliff. She made it to the corner and turned left. She tried to spread her wings, but only two fo the four would obey. She's such a pretty little thing, and I don't know why she's stopped. Her antennae are still searching for something. Is she giving up hope? Could her antennae be searching for a reason to not give up? (If I could fly whenever I wanted, and then that power was taken away, I'd be searching for some answers, too.) She's preening her long antennae with her front hands, like a woman smoothing her long hair. You look great, little Niblet.

I just got a lot of work done, and I saw that Niblet is gone! Oh, no; where did my little friend go? She just managed to crawl up, up, up my left monitor. That livens up doing accounting today. To think I almost smothered her when I first saw her, and now look how close friends we've become.

The results are in!

2011-11-13T17:00:00.000-08:00

I loved every minute of my first half marathon, which was last Saturday, Nov. 12th. I'm hooked on this challenge and am so excited to keep running them and improving my time. I need to get some more pics on here; some are on my camera, and some are on Stephen's phone. Maybe I'll do a marathon someday, but in the meantime, I love the half. Thanks so much for all your support and good wishes; I really appreciate it!

Women age 30-39

Rank: 11 of 64 in this age category

Overall Rank: 115 of 299

Time: 1:59:23.6

Minutes/mile: 9 mins. 7 secs.