Posts Tagged ‘Guest Blogging’

Today was a significantly better day. Both in work and life.  I don’t think I ever want to give specifics on who I work for on this blog, just for privacy from crazy Canadian stalkers. I think its pretty harmless though to say that mostly, I work from home. I do a lot of emailing. Some research. Some catapulting. Bake a few cookies. Paint a few teapots. Later, I take temperatures and stare thoughtfully at periodic tables.

Well, I do some of those things. Sort of.

What I’m trying to say is that work is going well.

And more personally, I found out that I’m going to be doing a guest blog on www.stephbowe.com, for the fabulous Steph. This ridiculously awesome sixteen year old has a publishing contract with some major companies.

Sometimes when mesmerized people mention people worth being mesmerized over they say things like, “WHAT A TRIUMPH.” Or in the case of a book being mesmerizing, they will simply call it “A TRIUMPH” I feel like calling Steph “A TRIUMPH.” You’re a triumph, Steph. Plain and simple.

And I’m only 32% saying this because I’ve never been invited to guest blog before. The other 68% is all genuine.

I hope that was still flattering.

In other news it was date night. This usually consists of R.J and I pushing each other in the shoulder and saying, “What do you want to do?”, “No, what do YOU want to do.” And then giving each other the eyebrows, and then deciding to go to Outback.

Where we usually order the blooming onion and two loaves of bread and have a feast on $6.99 because we’re in college and don’t spend $14.99 on date night unless it’s a truly special occasion.

Usually after eating the bloomin onion we both sit back and wipe our greasy hands and say, “Why did we do that? What ever inspired us to do that?” And the sensation of just having downed a hot mug of oil pours over us. Then we go home, scrub our hands, face, and any other surface the greasy oil fry may have encountered, in the sink.

Tonight though, I wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t want to be sick. I didn’t want to feel overly oily. I just didn’t want to go there. So I had coconut shrimp (Which for those of you who aren’t familiar, It, like the onion, is battered and deep fried.) However, as I justified to R.J –“It has protein. See that shrimp? Protein. Healthy.” And the love, he just nodded and smiled.

We still had to scrub the oil off of us before laying down.

Lately we’ve discovered that we love Ricky Gervais and everything he puts his small British hands on. I’m a big Office fan, and we recently saw The Invention of Lying (and rolled around laughing from start to finish) and tonight we watched Ghost Town. It was a triumph.

Later we decided to pay a visit to R.J’s Uncle who was in town staying with his grandmother. I’d been meaning to stop by for the past two weeks but we couldn’t quite make it work. Tonight was spontaneous.

I love R.J’s family. There hasn’t been a person yet in his clan that I haven’t loved. His Mom already calls me her daughter-in-law, his sister is great. I’ve met cousins and Aunts and Uncles and Grandma.  After tonight the only one I STILL haven’t met is his father!  (Who lives in a different state, otherwise, yes. We would have met by now!)

I love going to his Grandmother’s because she immediately whips out the photo albums and lets me rifle through them until I find embarrassing baby pictures of R.J to lord ov—To, uh, cherish, and compliment.

Tonight was no different, except I had the help of his Uncle and his Uncle’s girlfriend to help find these embarr—Er…Adorable pictures of him.

Unsurprisingly, they were a wonderful couple. The Uncle has been going through college for a very long time earning degree after degree. His girlfriend is also very well educated and had just graduated with a degree in psychology and art expression.  We were sat and talked until half past eleven before we finally had to force ourselves to go.

I don’t know. There is something about being with people who have known the person you’re going to love the rest of your life, for their entire life.

But, aw, how could you not immediately love anyone who came from the same clan as this guy?