Thank You

So this weekend was a very productive weekend for me.

Friday night there was a bonfire that we went to.

It was quiet interesting to say the least. Wouldn't you know that once we had things set up it decided to rain.
Which was fun moving all the food and chairs into the garage as the rain came down. There was slight drama, which I am not going to get into. All I will say is "Alpha Female".

Me on the other hand just sat back and watched everyone. I contributed to a couple of conversations but for the most part just sat and enjoyed my surroundings.

I did happen to fall down Mike's stairs. So that was a down side but I didn't get too hurt. I was trying to avoid stepping on some of the crap he had laying around on the steps and when I did my foot slipped off the step and I fell. I was about 4 steps up from the bottom and landing on a small crate that had his tapes and CD in. It happened all so fast that I don't remember screaming or making any kind of noise when I was falling, but Mike said I let out this blood curdling scream. After I fell I rolled over onto my hands and knees and just stayed there. Mainly because I was hurting and was trying not to lose it. Secondly, I think I was really trying to wrap my brain around what had just happened.

Mike came flying down the stairs, almost in a frantic state, asking if I was OK. I found out later that his first thought was that someone had broken into the house and was attacking me.

He may not think that he helped me in anyway but he did. Once I was able to get up he gave me a hug and just held me in his arms for a bit and that made me feel alt better.


I already had it planned to go home early Saturday night. He was suppose to play D&D with his friends. When he does they start the game so late at night and they play for like 6 hours or more. There is no way I could do that.
So instead of going with him (which he always wants me to do) and becoming miserable and a killjoy for them I decided I would just go home.

I know he wanted me to stay at his place and not go home, but Like I said, he would be playing all night and not get home til like 5 am. So I would be sitting at his place by myself bored out of my mind. Yes, I could and would go to sleep but then when he finally got home he would be tired and want to go to sleep (Most of the day), which then I would be getting up and still sitting there alone. So it really isn't fair to me to have to go through that and it isn't fair for me to not let him get his rest after being up all night long. The logical thing would be for me to go home, where I having things I could do, instead of wasting my time doing nothing.

Anyway, to get back on track, surprisingly he decided he wasn't going to play. I would like to think this had all to do with me and him wanting to spend more time with me, but I think it was partly because he wasn't feeling well.

Even though he stayed home, we really didn't spend much time interacting with one another. I was on my laptop and he was on his computer and that was about it. I did start to get a little restless and bored. Which I was starting to think maybe I should go home anyways. I just wasn't feeling comfortable there anymore and just wanted to be home where I did feel comfortable. But I stuck it out. Mike set it up so that I could have my laptop in him living room, so I could set on his couch and watch Internet TV.

Mike and I had some memorable moments which was just off the charts.

When I went home early Sunday I washed my car and straightened up my house. I got it all finished by noon so that the rest of the afternoon I could just relax and chill out.

To top it off, Mike and I talked on the phone later that night and we had a very good conversation. We haven't had one of those in a long time. It was nice. I was happy, for the first time in a long time I was actually happy.

With all that said I just wanted to Thank My Baby Boo for making my weekend good.
I went to bed smiling, content and thinking of all the "Fun" we had (Which put an even bigger smile on my face)