Somebody has a birthday coming up, and this evening, at a party for another friend, he got an early present from our friend J.

My personal favorite.. on the back, there’s a little snout. 😉

LOL… by the end of the night, even the waitress was calling him Porkchop.

The Porkchop and I left my parent’s home Friday evening at 9PM. We got home yesterday at 5:30PM.

What, you ask, could have caused us to travel for twenty hours?

Having our second flight cancelled, and being stuck at Dulles International Airport (in D.C.) for SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS.

We crashed when we got home, needless to say, hence the posting at 8:50AM on a Sunday.

Longest trip ever.

Also, I still have no computer, where the email for this site and all my other accounts reside, so if you’ve emailed me, I’m not ignoring you!

sidenote to wendy: we didn’t make it up there yesterday! So sorry! When are you leaving and is the green hutch still there? 😀

Nine purses, two wallets, two pairs of sunglasses and one completely dead Porkchop… that is what I accomplished this morning on Canal Street.

We walked the 40 or so blocks down, but cabbed back. Which was necessary, but kinda sad since the cab drove by a restaurant called “Burgers and Cupcakes,” and it had a giant, pink-frosted cupcake on the awning.

Fortunately for the no-longer-fully-functioning-Porkchop, it wasn’t “Sushi and Cupcakes,” so I didn’t make the cabbie stop.

Fortunate also for me, since he might’ve disowned me at that point, lol.

My very adorable “chunk of meat” (according to her) is very good at birthdays.

And putting up with having crazy loony friends over to share in the joy of the cotton candy machine. 🙂

Cotton. candy. machine. of. my. very. own.

Best present ever.

It turns out neither of us really wanted to wait until my actual birthday to start opening the goodies, so in addition to god’smachineofgoodness, he also got me one of the greatest movies of all time.

Hey girly, cotton-candy-eating, boy-ogling marathon weekend soon? 😀

I have two cats (whom I’ve posted about before so this is no big shock) and they are mama’s babies and that’s that.

It’s taken them weeks, but slowly they’ve been warming up to the Porkchop.

Which is all well and good, but they are mama’s babies.

The Chop worked from home today.

When I got here, he was asleep on the big chair, with Izzie (the biggest mama’s girl) sleeping in his lap.

I laughed, thinking it was a fluke.

He’s back on the chair; I’m curled on the couch.

Both of my cats, who normally sleep on me when I get home, are curled up next to the Porkchop on the big chair.

And I am alone on the couch.

There is something very wrong here.

I’m forever going to wonder if my parents just don’t remember being my age and how much fun it was to live together. That’s my only guess as to why they think this will be my biggest mistake ever.

My biggest one? Seriously? I’ve made scads of mistakes… little ones and big, giant ones, and most of them I’ve tried to forget—and I have. So when I think about it, I can’t compare this to those mistakes… those fucked me up right from the start.

He buys me tickets to concerts, likes my cats and hits it off with my friends—definitely not a mistake.

But he does like “Flavor of Love,” and that’s just disturbing. lol

Monday I’m driving two states away for an interview. Technically it’s only 110 miles, but it would definitely be a tough commute twice a day. We’ve been talking about moving halfway, if I get it. And that’s a big if.

My parents flew into town a couple of days ago, and after I picked them up at the airport, we went to dinner (at Great Bay… so very, very good).

The Porkchop has been sick (and working) so I left him at home.

The night did not go well.

A sample:

“You’re the rebound.” (Said when questions were raised about his previous very long term relationship.)

“Why does he love you?” (My mom’s one foible, which sounded so off when she asked it, even my dad looked at her askance.)

“Is he a Christian?” (Answer: no, don’t want one, thanks. Response: loud huff)

“Does he realize cheating is genetic in our family?” (Nice, hmm?)

“We don’t approve of you moving in together. And just so you know, it will be the biggest regret of your life.”

So anywho, dinner was a P-A-R-T-Y.

My mom and I went out last night and she spent most of the time trying to explain that my dad doesn’t mean to be an asshat, it’s just that he loves me so much that he doesn’t want me to make a mistake.

Oddly enough, his snide comments at dinner didn’t really come across as love… but that’s just me.

Anywho, the Porkchop is still sick, so we’re home tonight.

Tomorrow’s the big meeting.

Should be a riot.

A few weeks ago the man from MN was here visiting and we went to a bar to hear my friend J’s boyfriend’s band play. We stayed for a couple of sets, he met most of my friends out here and all went well.

Later that week, after he had returned home, I was picking up J at her boyfriend’s (aka, FryDaddy’s) place. [Sidenote: every one of us has nicknames and they’re all hysterically random and nonsensical.] J informed me that she and FryDaddy both liked the MN boy and were looking forward to him living out here and oh, by the way, FryDaddy says that he knows why you two left early.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“‘Cause he says you spent the entire night looking at MN like he was the last porkchop on the plate… and you were hungry.”

And much hilarity ensued. Now FryDaddy (so named due to the cooking appliance, don’t ask) calls him LPC and I just call him the Porkchop.

Odd, I know… but also highly entertaining AND it means I didn’t have to come up with an odd name for him here on the blog. 🙂

Smiles all around.

Satisified Miss Wendy? 😛

Home at last… and it’s a lovely thing. Even though the cats made a mess.

On a good note, my friend J decided to rearrange my apartment while I was gone and I came home to a completely new place… and it’s cute, very cute. 🙂 And it leaves space for the new person. Erm. 🙂

My momma called. She wanted to make sure we made it alive, and to tell me that she and my dad DO NOT APPROVE of what the Porkchop and I are doing and blah, blah, blah, she still loves me and she’ll meet him and we can do things but she wants us BOTH TO KNOW that they DO NOT APPROVE.

Good times over here. Makes me just feel dandy.

It’s road trip time and day one began with little fanfare. We covered a little over 300 miles (we’re taking a rather leisurely pace) and we’ve stopped in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

So in our minds, two states down.. woohoo! 😛

I do have a bit of advice. If you’re planning to take a road trip with someone you’re rather..erm..enamored with, be sure to handle that in the morning. If you don’t it’ll be a very, very long drive.

😉