Decisions

I can be such a strange person. Or so I’m told. I have often called myself the most indecisive person in the world. Sometimes I absolutely cannot decide what I want for dinner, which shirt I should wear with these pants, or what color I should choose for this particular design. But it seems like the more significant and more important things, I seem to be able to decide upon with no problems. I guess when it comes to how I feel about something or someone, I can really decide what is the right thing to do. I decided what car to buy in a day? Yes, I did some research on the internet ahead of time so I know a little about what I had in mind. But when I saw it, then drove it, I knew it was what I wanted.

I guess I can say the same about big decisions in my person life. It didn’t take me long at all to decide that Scott is just the kind of person I’ve been looking for. And the strangest part is that it took me completely by surprise. We went out on a few dates but I was blind to him for several reasons. For one, I was still a good bit tangled up with “the ex” and all the craziness that surrounds him. I think I also was not expecting the man of my dreams to come in quite the package that Scott is. Please don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying there is something or anything at all wrong with Scott. I’m simply saying that being a nearly 6 foot tall, 25 year old (at the time) female who lives in Montgomery… I didn’t expect to be so completely compatible with a 5’7”, bald, 35 year old (at the time) man who lives an hour away from me. But I’m so glad that I was completely wrong. And more importantly, I’m so glad that he was patient enough, or perhaps persistent enough, to stick it out long enough for me to realize how wrong I was.

After about the second informal double date, I pushed him away and told him I only wanted to be friends. And at the time, I was certain that was what I wanted. But we continued to bump into each other through our mutual friends. The more time I spent with Scott and got to know the real him, and not the guy who was trying too hard to impress me, I really enjoyed his company. After a fun Friday night just hanging out, I decided on the spur of the moment to invite him to go to a concert with me… that night... in Pascagoula, Mississippi. So our first real date, the first thing we ever did alone together, we drove (part of it accidentally) through two states without my even knowing his last name! The conversation on that drive was so entertaining that we managed to drive 75 miles past our exit. I think that says a lot about our compatibility.

After that trip, I was sure Scott was what I wanted. The only uncertainties I still had then, were whether or not he was still seeing other people and whether or not he was interested in being in a relationship? It didn’t take long for us to iron all of those sorts of things out and we’ve been practically inseparable since, despite the physical distance between us. And I must say, this past year has been one of the best of my life. Being with Scott has taught me what being in a real, mutually beneficial, open and honest adult relationship should be like. I’ve never been able to trust anyone the way I trust him and its such a wonderful feeling.

So, what spurred this sudden confession of emotions? Because Scott is trying to make a pretty big decision himself right now. We’ve been looking at houses. And when I say WE have been looking, I mean that we are looking for a new house for him for now, but with the potential of it being our home if we eventually decide to get married. We’ve found one house that we both absolutely love. It’s a beautiful and huge historic home in Lafayette, Alabama. It is more than 150 years old with 6 bedrooms, 2.5 baths and a pool. It’s everything we think we want in a house. But with a house of that age and size come many responsibilities. And Scott, unlike me, is not one to make a rash decision of this magnitude. So, I guess in a way, this is my way of expressing how I feel about the situation. I want him to know that I love him and support him no matter what. Either way, I’m really excited to be beginning this new adventure with him and can’t wait to see where the road takes us next!

My Trip to the Governor’s Mansion

I had lunch and then headed over to the Governor’s Mansion about 12:30. It was still sunny but the wind was beginning to pick up. I stood inside the gate directing people towards the front of the mansion where they would begin their tour. Around 2:00, the bottom fell out and it began to pour. Brian, the previously mentioned co-worker, and I seeked shelter in the carriage house at the back of the mansion. It poured for only a few minutes before almost completely stopping, so we headed toward the mansion to see what the game plan was for the rest of the day. As we rounded the corner of the house meeting up with a security guard and an unnamed man in a suit, we walked up onto a nice marble porch surrounded by marble columns. Allow me at this point to remind you, that I did not come to work dressed for this occasion and was wearing flip flops which have almost no tread on the bottom. You guessed it, my feet flew out from underneath me. I hit my butt first and then my head too. I laid there for a moment mortified, with my eyes closed thinking, "I did NOT just do that." Since my eyes were closed, the 3 men around me panicked thinking I was knocked unconscious. Actually they thought that I had hit my head on one of the columns that I missed by merely inches. They scooped me back up to a standing position and I insisted that I was fine. And I thought I was. I continued to help and direct traffic and pass out lemonade but as time went on, my head began to pound. I even stood, with a wet butt, listening to the guest speaker on back patio next to Patsy Riley (the Governor’s wife, for those of you not from Alabama). I left early and went ahead and got on the road to Valley since they were predicting tornadic weather to hit Montgomery within the hour. I felt like someone had beat me up. And today, I’m even worse. I think I pulled some muscles in my neck? I guess its kind of like whiplash in reverse? And no bruises have appeared on my butt/hip yet but I can feel that they are coming. When I told my brother about it, he laughed and said he was sure there was a security guy somewhere watching the footage of me falling over and over again. Maybe he’ll send it into AFV and win $10k??

Anyway, I just thought I would share my embarrassing and painful moment for the laughter and enjoyment of others. Today, I’m laying around Scott’s house watching the rain and resting!!

Wardrobe Malfunction

So, there is a Tourism event today at the Governor’s Mansion and they had been asking for volunteers to help. I didn’t volunteer because I heard a co-worker say he had plenty of people for Friday. But now that Friday is here, and its looking like its going to storm...suddenly some of the people who volunteered are not available. Well, all the volunteers are supposed to wear our Sweet Home Alabama polo shirts. I didn’t wear mine because I wasn’t planning to help. But I was asked to help this morning since so many people backed out. There were some XL men’s polos left in the closet so I got one of those even though its a bit too big. Problem 1 solved. Problem 2 was... I wore a black bra under my black and white shirt today. The polos are white and very thin. Its supposed to storm. Not a good combo. Luckily for me, I remembered that I had packed a nude colored tank for my weekend trip to Valley and it just so happened to be in the trunk of my car. But this did require me to treck through the building and out to the parking deck to get the tank. I was told by a certain sarcastic co-worker...”I don’t know what you were told, but this is not a Girl’s Gone Wild Governor’s Mansion Special.” Nice. No worries though. Karma will get him.

DUH!

I just had one of those "DUH!" moments. I brought my iPod with me to work today to charge up for the drive to Valley tonight. (I'm thrilled b/c my new car has an input so I can plug it straight ini and no longer have to use an FM Modulator!) I plugged the iPod into my computer and iTunes popped up. For a moment, I thought... “Ooooh, maybe the previous guy downloaded some music on this machine and I’ll get it for free?” It was empty and for some reason I was very surprised. Then I remembered... the guy I replaced is deaf. I supposed he really didn’t have a need for any music. Hmm. Total brain fart. At least its Friday.