The New Year

So far the new year is off to a bad start. I kind of believe in that superstitious proverb claiming that bad things come in threes. It started last week when Brad and I had a huge fight in his truck before dropping me off. We broke up for all of 12 hours but it still made me feel worse than I have ever felt in a long time. The next day when I woke up I had a text asking me to please call him when I can. First he apologized then said he had some bad news; His puppy passed away last night. He was everyones favourite floppy-eared dog, Ruckus. Two days after he lost Ruckus, Brad calls me at work with more bad news that his cousin who had been sick for many years passed away with no real notice. The funeral is this Saturday so I'm trying to book work off so I can go with him. I feel like we're back to when we first started dating, I lost two uncles that year and Brad lost an uncle and aunt. Looking back on that I know we've made it through so much together. The harder life pushes you through things as a couple, the stronger you are in the end. So I know we're prepared if the new year throws some interesting twists our way, good or bad. I think the three things have come and passed now because our friends had their son last night! I can't wait to meet him!! I hope good things come in threes too :)

Rest in peace xo

Merry Christmas

It's been awhile. Brad and I are great. He just finished up the first course in real estate and signed up for the second today. I'm still waitressing in town, making decent tips and planning on school this year. It was such a good Christmas! I had a work party Monday that I invited Brad to. Now he knows all my friends there, and has gotten drunk with them. It was a really good night! We both spent Christmas Eve separately with our families then Brad and I had a small Christmas dinner at my house and headed to his house afterwards to open presents. I bought him an amazing smelling clogne and his favourite chocolates. I probably ate more of them than he did. He spoiled me this year by getting me a gorgeous black Guess jacket (since he bloodied up my last black coat Halloween night) and a couple other gifts that were really sweet. No plans for New Years yet, but lots of options! Hopefully this year will be even better than the last, talk to you soon xo

Crazy Weekend

We spent three hours in the hospital Halloween night just like we did a year ago, same room and everything. Except this year we got to see a show across the hall... A coked out man on suicide watch screaming at the nurses to have him unrestrained. But let's back up a little...

Our bad luck started Friday night when it only took us an hour to get to St. Kitt's, an impressive record, and then another two hours driving around lost looking for a hotel. We ended up at the same expensive one as last year on the main strip. When we finally checked in at eleven, everybody was going clubbing just down the street in their costumes, but we didn't get the memo and we're pretty much the only ones costume-less. We got separated later on and I managed to lose my cell phone. I ended up going home to a friend's house.

The next morning I made my way back to the hotel room to find blood all over our bathroom and blood-soaked towels - every single towel they gave us. I'm thinking - WTF!?!? I wake Brad up to find even more blood on his pillowcase. So he explained the night before that he got thrown out by the bouncers and that's why he went missing. He mistook a little guy in a bouncer's uniform as a Halloween costume, so they threw him out thinking he was wasted, and cut his head nicely on the curb. For some insane reason he didn't want to get staples like last year so he decided to skip the hospital, but I made him go later. He ended up getting five stitches this year and I held his hand the whole time.

We spent three hours there, met some nice people and some crazies, before we made it to our friend's big bash. Somehow though, it turned out to be a great weekend.

Now? His parents left for Florida so Brad's man of the house. That's what I like to call him and I think it's so sexy watching him do everything! Empty house for a month!

Happy Halloween

Pretty Much, I Have the Best Boyfriend Ever.

I hadn't seen Brad in a few days because I've been working so much, and he's been helping his parents sort out a lot around the house before they leave for Florida this winter. We were supposed to have a movie date last night, but I picked up an extra shift hoping I would be off by 9 except then it got super busy.

I was soo close to having a meltdown in kitchen. The cook was trying to talk me down from like full-on screaming. It was just so incredibly hectic, one of the worst shifts I've worked so far and totally unexpected since it was a Thursday night. I didn't even realize how upset I was until Brad walked in around 9 and I ran to go hug him. I thought I was going to burst into tears right then and there, but having him around made things better. It slowly started to die down, the girl I was working with who was driving me crazy left early, and I had a moment to clean the damn place. It ended up taking me an hour after closing to finish, and the cook had left, so Brad and I had a couple of drinks in the dark bar and just talked for awhile. We're thinking of going to Florida this December, and Mont Tremblant for snowboarding with my family this February!

It was so nice having the place to ourselves, and I thanked him over and over again for being the best boyfriend ever and helping me out with closing. We went back to my house afterwards to "watch a movie", but of course we didn't watch the movie and just fooled around instead. We fell asleep right after and slept until 7 this morning. Now he's gone, and I'm just getting ready for a day of tanning and shopping with my friend. Her birthday was a couple days ago, so I think we're going to go out later to celebrate it!

Hopefully I'll get to see Bradley again after work tomorrow night or Sunday... and maybe if Victoria's Secret is finally open I can buy a surprise for him today!

I Love Booty Calls

Bradley called me yesterday afternoon to make plans for the night. We went out for dinner, smoked a joint and went to see Zombieland. It was funny but then I got scared and I wished he was there to sleep next to. So Brad was helping his parents out at home today and dropped by while he was in town picking something up. He scared the absolute crap out of me at my bedroom door!!! Then we did it from my kitchen back to my room, and he left an hour later :) I'm leaving for work now, same shift tomorrow, maybe another surprise afternoon visit? It was so worth it.

Seriously Sucks

Last night Brad started ranting basically about what is posted below. He doesn't want to grow up or think about the future because it's depressing, and I'm like the polar opposite. He's not sure he's cool about his brother moving out or his friend getting engaged, and I'm totally psyched! He doesn't believe in marriage, and I do. I don't know if it's the priest and paper thing or the commitment thing he has a problem with. Either way, he doesn't think about me in his future, or the future period. It would be different if he lived day by day to the fullest, but I feel like we're both just biding time right now, so it's like he's not living for today or tomorrow.

I don't like that I can't talk about our future together because it "freaks him out". I'm NOT one of those naive girls who thinks "together forever" but when I picture going to school, I picture him at my homecoming and visiting me on weekends. When I picture moving out, I wonder what it would be like to have him as my roommate. When I imagine getting married, as every girl does once in awhile, I definitely don't see a blank face as my fiance. Of course it's Brad, why wouldn't it be? I love him now, so I want him then. It doesn't mean things won't change down the road. People drift apart, make mistakes, fall out of love. All you can do is close your eyes and hope for the best.

It bothers me that he's soo logical and refuses to think that far ahead because who knows what will change... Where's the fun in that? I reeeally don't want to think about all of this. He loves me. We're young. Go with the flow. I think I'm okay with that, but there's that little nagging voice that's like, what happens if in five years we're still together and he still doesn't want to grow up? Then I'm screwed!