Sunday is calm and serene

Things have been fairly calm lately. Things with Mr. Make Out are ok (as ok as it can be with a man that won’t have sex with me—but claims to like me lots). He hasn’t been drunk and clingy in a while.

I didn’t do much this weekend. If you’ve been keeping up with my Twitter updates (because you should all be following me by now—bottom right of the screen), I shaved Friday night. I shaved my face. My beloved beard was washed down my bathroom sink. I miss it already.

It took me longer than I thought to get used to seeing my face in the mirror. Who knew a beard could be that important? My face gets cold…like I feel the breeze now on my chin. I’m growing it back (as fast as I can). Mr.MO has never seen me with out a beard; part of me is curious to see what he’ll think about it (because he’s kind of growing a beard now)…and part of me wants to avoid seeing him until I’m back to looking like my formal hairy-faced self.

Saturday, I didn’t have any big plans. I was awoken by a 2-year old little girl summoning me to come eat pancakes (I hate breakfast). And even though I only had like 4 hours of sleep, I didn’t even mind (she’s seriously beautiful…with her little dimples).

So after pancakes, I went over to C(B1)C’s house. I picked her up, and we got the oil changed in my truck and then went to lunch. Then she came over to my house to see the girls. My brother and his wife were over by the time we got home, and we all rode 4-wheelers and dirt bikes around the yard. Then C(B1)C and my oldest niece started a Super Mario World tournament.

It was a great laid back day (and the Indian summer weather was a nice touch). After I took C(B1)C home (she just got her name on her license changed), I felt a little tired. I sort of drifted off inadvertently; however, it wasn’t long. And then I made cookies.

Who knew a cup of butter creamed together with ¾ cup of brown and ¾ cup of white sugar; then mixed with 2 eggs, 1 tsp. of vanilla (my secret is an extra teaspoon), and ¼ tsp of salt until combined well; then mixed with 2 ¼ cups of flour, 1 tsp of baking soda, along with 1 bag of good chocolate chips (seriously don’t skimp here…pay the extra 50 cents for Ghirardelli semi-sweet or dark chocolate chips it makes a world of difference); and then spooned onto baking sheets and baked at 375 degrees for 8-10 minutes or golden brown could be so fun and relaxing (it’s so much better than therapy—because afterward you’re left with something delicious and edible instead of a prescription and a feeling of loneliness—no, I’ve never been to therapy).

I perused the internet for a while. Then I called Mr.MO. We talked for a bit. He kinda didn’t sound happy to hear from me (like he had just discovered The Grand Chahee, and was pissed but didn’t want to say anything)…but then he got a little better toward the end.

I don’t necessarily worry that he’ll stumble upon the Chahee; however, I do censor myself when I write just in case someone (that I’m posting about) should stumble upon it…I mean, I try to remain anonymous; but let’s face it, once you read it you know.

There’s a lot I don’t write about because of the people who I know read it. I miss the days when no one read it, it was freeing. C’est la vie.

I haven’t done much of anything today. I’m currently chatting with Mr.MO on Facebook. I wonder how he’d feel if he knew he was mentioned? Eh, oh well, at least today it’s a (somewhat) positive mention.