Roll On

I got in some much needed family time and free time this weekend. I didn't want it to end. My mother and I watched The Hangover and The Inglorious Basterds together. She really enjoyed both of the movies, and I got to spend some one-on-one time with her. Even though we fight constantly, we need our time to be able to reconnect, as women, so we don't hurt each other. This weekend provided that much needed time to bond again. Even if it was only for the weekend.

Got to see Jeremy and Eric as well. Seeing them is kind of like seeing family now. Jeremy showed me some of the buildings he was considering to rent to house his new law practice and DJ/chocolate fountain company. He also instructed and helped me shoot my first real gun, a mini assault rifle. I saved the shell casings to show off to my brothers, in case they didn't believe me. He tried to take me to the exotic wildlife refuge because he's been trying to show me these baby tigers they have, but they were closed. We could still see some of the animals through the fenced areas, and I saw a real liger. I had to laugh about it because all I could think of was Napoleon Dynamite's liger pencil sketch.

After the refuge excursion, Eric made dinner AND baked a cake. Everything about this weekend was blissfully... normal.

I realized from this weekend some of the things I'm appreciative within Jeremy. For starters, his endless amount of patience with me. I'm awfully precocious for 26, I ask 10,000,000 questions, and he never tires answering anything I ask about him, me, or about life, or music...He's by far the most fearless person I've ever met, (and come on, let's face it, you have to be fearless to choose to be a part of my life). But his fearlessness doesn't make him an asshole. He's also one of the most compassionate and empathetic people I know. In my opinion, that makes an interesting balance in personality. (Must be nice to be a Libra).

I'm thankful to know him and happy he's choosing to be in my life.

My brothers and I also went and explored Ft. Worth. We walked around the downtown area, ran into a somber trumpet player, and took a few pics of some of the architecture of the metropolis buildings. We ended the nite at a dive bar called Gators, with Bloody Marys and Miller Lite.

I wish every weekend could be like this.