Firsties

With MySpace becoming a convoluted mess and Facebook already a mess with all those damn applications, I have decided that I just need a blog space for my blogging pleasure. I don't need stupid "You're my Pet" applications or "Join my Mafia" applications. No, thank you!

I have always said that my life can be a sitcom. Ever since I started going out with my boyfriend, we have been in one adventure after another. Sometimes I wonder how boring my life would be had I stuck to the safe road. When we had initially started going out, one of my specifications was that my man would be a college graduate, good job, and no kids.

While he had a good job, he also had a son and had not even attended college classes. He caught me though and I wouldn't change any of that for anything in the world. He was your quintessential rehabilitated bad boy. I think that was what attracted me to him. He did his bad boy things and when I met him, he was turning his life around. Every girl wants to be the one who can change the bad boy. Or at least be the reason for his change. While that was a flattering thought, I'm realistic enough to know that you can't make a person change for you. I didn't want to change anyone.

We are into the 7th year of our relationship with many tales to tell. Like the only time we held Epidural 2 in a rock quarry in the Mt. Hood Forest. My boyfriend, Lance, thought it would be a great idea to sleep under the stars. We would just lay on our airmattress underneath our screen tent. Bad idea. An ant bit me on my bottom lip in the morning and as the day progressed, my lip swelled to the size of a sausage link. It was horrendously groutesque. Fortunately, by nightfall, when people started to arrive, the swelling had gone down significantly but I sported an Angelina Jolie pout for the next three weeks.

By myself, nothing really interesting happens. With my boyfriend, I find myself in situations that are sometimes unbelieveable. This blog is meant to document such things and it's an outlet for my own daily aggravations. I don't care who reads it. I don't care if it is cool. It is mostly for me.