I know things on this blog recently have been all lollipops and sunshine.  Well not this post. 

There is no doubt in my mind that S is the one for me.  I know that we’re supposed to be together.  But there is one minor problem that is causing  some rifts between us at the present.

Where are we going to live when we graduate? 

Okay, here is the problem. 

I graduate in December but I am going to grad school in the fall.  I’ll be going to a University close to home because I can get a full scholarship.  S graduates in May, but he hasn’t decided what he is doing yet. 

Here are his options.  He could immediately go to work, but probably not anywhere close.  He can’t really find a good job in Kentucky in the career he is pursuing.  On the other hand, he could go to grad school.  He went to the University that I’ll be attending in the fall for his undergrad.  Nonetheless, he doesn’t want to go there for grad school.  He says that it is frowned upon to attend the same University for your undergrad and graduate degrees. 

So where does that leave us?  I can’t go anywhere else.  Well, I don’t want to go anywhere else.  I’ll be saving tons of money going in state.  The scholarship I have is through my work and it’s for any Kentucky University.  So I pretty much have to stay where I am to keep it.  I can’t pass up a full scholarship to grad school! 

But I also want to be with him.  He’s determined to find something in Ohio or Kentucky.  I sincerely hope that he does.  Because the three months that we’re away from each other in the summer while he’s doing his internship is hard enough.  I can’t imagine being away from him for the two years that I’m in grad school. 

So I can only hope and pray that S finds a job that allows him to stay here. 

It really sucks growing up and making adult decisions.  I miss the days when the biggest decision I made was whether or not I was going to tell my mom that I broke her favorite vase.  That’s quite sad.

Alright so..

We’re walking around in one of the malls in Baltimore and S pulls me into the nearest jeweler.  You should have seen my face.  I wanted to crawl under the glass tables (I’m not good under pressure).  One of the jewelers immediately began attacking us with question after question. 

I was too dazed to realize that S was leading me straight to the Tacori engagement rings.  After some encouragement, I’m convinced to sit down and observe these beautiful gems.  But I thought that was all I was going to do.  I didn’t realize they would have me trying on every ring in the case and figuring out the size of my ring finger.

Sweat was beginning to gleam on my foreheard and neck. 

“So..do you like this ring or this one better?”

Well hell if I know. 

“Well how about out of these two..which one do you prefer?”

Again..They’re all so pretty and shiny.

I could seriously be happy with anything.  But I was too busy trying to figure out why the hell S was trying to give me a heart attack then to pay any attention to the rings.  Don’t get me wrong…it felt perfect having those rings on my finger.  And I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear when I saw the way S looked at me as he slid each ring on.

Who knows.  Maybe something will be happen sooner than I thought.  I mean..when you know this is the person then why wait another minute to spend the rest of your lives married?

Oh gosh.  I think I need some air. Ha.

New York and Baltimore were great.  Seeing S was wonderful.  But I’m so glad to be home. 

I can’t wait to tell you all about it.  Well there really isn’t much to tell…ha.

Museum of Modern Art, The Met, Museum of Sex, The Aquarium, The World Trade Center…I saw it all.  I took it in. 

TIme Square

Museum of Sex

  Baltimore Harbor

and just a little fun at the aquarium…

So I’m a little behind of my reader.  Okay..a lot behind.  Will you guys be ever so mad if I just clear it??   I don’t think I can handle the 400 posts that are looming in front of me.  You think you could just update me on your lives through a comment??? I can’t wait to hear what’s going on…

Oh…and a post about a surprise trip to the jewelers is coming soon…

I am so sick of banks.  I’m serious.  They do nothing but screw me over.  I really should just use cash for everything but I think I would just spend more.

One of these days…I’m going to be that little old lady that keeps her money under her mattress out of fear of the banks.  I can see it now.  My little (or big) senile self will be stashing away loads and loads of money.  There will be rumors all around about how rich I am.  Nonetheless…no one will be able to tell because I won’t ever come out of my house. 

Oh, that sounds perfect.  Peeking through the blinds..spying on the neighbors.  Owning a mean, rabid dog to attack any man, woman, or child that steps on my nice, plush grass.

Oh, that will be the day.  I’ll show those bank tellers.  I’ll show them all.

Alright. 

I have purchased my first sex toy…the silver bullet.

Last night, I attended my first fun party and what fun it was.  She showed us ‘nympho’ cream, massage mittens, sensual sleeve, etc. etc. There were tons of stuff.  And almost everything she showed us, I wanted. 

I didn’t know there were so many things to make a sex life so interesting.  I can’t wait.  What was I missing all these years?  Seriously. 

I can’t wait.  I’m making a list.  Wanna hear it?

the diving dolphin, nympho cream, the millennium bunny, sensual sleeve, cleopatra’s secret, gum job, erotica…

Okay, so I’ve gotten a little ahead of myself.  But this is a whole new world for me and I can’t wait to figure it all out.

Oh and I’m having my own fun party in august for my birthday.  If you’re interested in sex toys and liquor, then make your way down to Kentucky.  I can’t wait to see you.