The ‘Official’ Unofficial Story…. so far.

Ok ok ok…. I have been bugged for this for a while.  I knew it was a story I wanted to share. But it was a matter of when.  If I’ve learned anything in my 15 years (good heavens!) of dating, it this…. don’t ‘gush’ too soon.  Not necessarily that I’m gonna ‘jinx’ anything (I don’t think like that) – I think it’s about not wanting to get burned and then having EVERYONE know you’re rejected…. again. (Or so I’ve heard)

Anyway, I’m throwing caution to the wind!  I’m telling you the story of my new dear sweet friend…. Wade.

I’d like to say it started a few months ago, but that would be a lie.  It actually started like in October.  After much pressure from some of ‘Marrieds’ (Hi Andrea) I reluctantly signed up for online dating.  Ugh, just the thought makes me gag.  It was bad…. I mean BAD.  I decided to only join LDS dating sites because, well… duh.

Anyhoo, I met a guy on house arrest.  The guy who was married.  The guy who thinks all women are bitches.  Oh, and the guy to TOLD me we will be having sex before marriage and it will include him peeing on me….. uh…. yep!  Ugh  **dry heaves**.  Then a few months in I met someone, we’ll call him Roger.  Roger was normal.  Smart.  Nice.  Convert. Funny.  Basically, he wasn’t a freak!  We struck up a friendship that included e-mails and the random text message.  I thought I could possibly like him, but wasn’t sure.  Well, he invited me to join Facebook.  I thought…..NO! Will not join!!!  But after a day or two, I thought…. ‘Maybe I could get to know him better.’  So I joined.  Roger became a FBF (Facebook Friend) and that was that. I didn’t get another e-mail…text… nothing (wait, I think we chatted one time…whatever).  Weird right?  But hey, wasn’t losing sleep over it.  Must have not been as interested as I thought.

So here I am… with Facebook… my sworn frenemy!  But you and I both know that FB is addicting.  So I was quickly swept up in all that is the ‘black hole’ aka…. Facebook.  Not knowing that if it weren’t for Roger I wouldn’t have met Wade.  (Yeah, I think like that…  I’m a girl… I can)

April… I get an e-mail “Wade R. Davis has added you as a friend'”.  Uh… who the hell is that??  I log on… 7 Mutual Friends. Uh…. what do all of these ‘friends’ have in common…. Foothills Singles Ward.  Uh… this isn’t good.  I hated that ward.  I left the singles scene because of that wretched ward.  If this guys knows me from FH, he knows Angry Rachel… I don’t like AR… she’s bitter.  I look at pictures and he doesn’t look familiar at all.  Then I see this pic…

and I think…. hmm…. not too shabby. (Seriously followed by ‘Oh please let him be over 5’10”!!!)  So, I think, if I confirm him and then run into him at some social event, we’ll have something to talk about.  So I say… Why the hell not??

It was probably a few more weeks before we started making comments on each others’ posts and status.  I found myself logging on just to see what Wade was up to.  Yes, I even brought my computer on my Marathon Trip with me so I wouldn’t miss a moment in this strangers life.

One Sunday, I log on to see he wrote a note, it was personal in nature and I almost felt bad for reading it… I mean really, I don’t know the guy.  I was touched by what he was saying and felt like I wanted to say something… but what I wanted to say wasn’t appropriate for a general comment.  So I drafted an e-mail, stated my comment…. adding ‘I don’t think we know each other.’  Oh, and I was feeling especially brave because I left my phone number in the e-mail.  He responded later that day.  Told me that he normally doesn’t add people on a whim, but that when he saw my pic on Janelle Baugh’s page he added me because he ‘thought I was cute’.  Oh…  PS & BTW… I’m cute!  :0)

By Friday night, we had plans to have dinner and see a movie.  Which in and of itself is a funny story… I knew he wanted to see Star Trek and so I dropped hints that I wanted to see it… yeah, anyone who knows me knows that I’m soooo NOT a Trekker… and would never have seen it otherwise….  Hee hee hee!  We had a date the following weekend, but it was the night after that he decided to kiss me… I looked horrible… wretched!  I had run a 5k that morning gone swimming and taken naps… that’s it…. no shower… first kiss.  He wanted to see me after that… it was at this point that I knew he was pretty special.

To spare you all the details… he’s met my parents… passed the test of my nieces and nephews (though he still has the Ora test to go…. if Ora likes him…. :0)… )  Oh and he loves me…

Here’s my list of faves (stolen from Janelle’s ‘Fun with 31’… thanks sweetie) in no particular order.

1. He’s mature… oh yeah, did I not mention that even as I embark on my 31st birthday… he’s not even 25 yet??  Yeah…. call me Cougar!!  He is way beyond his years… grounded and wise.
2. He’s past the games.
3. He’s honest and open.
4. He’s tall…. and big… in that imperfectly sexy way… Damn!
5. He cusses…. I know…. I shouldn’t love that… but I swear.  I love my ‘Damns and Hells and Shits’.  I love that he uses them… just not too much!
6. He’s humble.  His testimony is tender and growing… but it blows me away.
7. He’s funny as hell!
8. He knows how to be a man.  Tender, yet rough around the edges.

and last but not least…. He thinks I’m cute.

I don’t know what the future holds… but for the first time…. the future doesn’t frighten me.  And that is HUGE!!

Saving the World… one 5K at a time.

So I realize that I should blog about my marathon.  It was an amazing weekend.  I accomplished a huge goal for myself. But I don’t want to talk about… ever.  I did it.  It’s over. I’m out.

So, it’s rare to find a race that doesn’t seek to raise money for something.  I’m not gonna lie, it’s usually cancer.  The ‘we-would-cure-the-disease-if-we-weren’t-making-so-much-damn-money-off-of-it’ disease.  The SLC Marathon raised money for the Huntsman Cancer Institute.  We have a Race for the Cure for Breast Cancer next week.  The list goes on and on.

I want to create a race to cure this travesty.  Child abuse.  Don’t believe the hype.  This is not cute.  Please take the time to watch this young boy being tortured in a parked car.

Here’s what you can learn from this video

1. Country Kills

2. This kid so obviously looks at the window to find his escape.  It just breaks my heart to see this kid tortured with this song till he got it right in that parked car with a tiny guitar. (this is where I shed a tear – if I had feelings)

3. This is probably the worst song in the history of songs… Yes, I’ll say it… even worse than Katy kissing a girl and Bobby Ferrin telling you not to ‘Worry’.

My heart breaks for this young boy….

Please!!!  Let’s stop the madness!!!

Alrighty then…

So, maybe it’s been a few minutes since I’ve blogged.  And maybe it’s because all my time is spent on facebook looking up old boyfriends hoping that they don’t have their profile on ‘friends only’.  It’s a morbid curiosity, nothing more.  No need to worry.

Ok… back to the point.  After many e-mails and comments to get back to blogging (Utah Bubble), here I am.  I feel the need to catch my readers up. (yes, all 3 of you).  However, I am far too sleep deprived to catch you up in traditional paragraph form… so bare with me…

1. I don’t quite understand how people can go through so much school, pass a required exam to practice in their chosen field, and still not have enough common sense to function on a daily basis.
2. Because I don’t have ‘Esq.’ at the end of my name, I am not worthy of conversation with certain people in this world.
3. I’m ok with that.
4. I’m falling in love with Seth MacFarlane.  I’m not sure what it is… definitely not just looks.  There is something about a man who can make me laugh.
5. I hate to use the evil word… but I must say that I am ‘scared’ for my marathon next week.  It’s my first and I think I’ve gotten in over my head.
6. I do believe that most things come down to mind over matter.
7. The tortoise and the hare is a story close to my heart right now.
8. I think that ‘The Office’ has lost it’s touch.  Time to end.
9. When the US goes ‘all digital’ on June 12th, I will officially no longer watch TV.
10. This is on my calendar.  I’m happy.
11. Hulu and Surf the Channel will keep me in the loop of the 3 shows still worth watching.
12. I love shopping.
13. Shopping for a house… uh… no thanks.
14. I find it ironic that in this economy, I am just now getting a realtor who knows how to return a call.
15. I also find it ironic that realtor #2 had to look up to me to talk down to me.
16. I don’t really care for short men…
17. Especially if they suffer from the ‘complex’
18. Short Man’s Complex is a real thing.
19. I hate PeTA.
20. I want to be a vegetarian more than anything right now.
21. Can I not eat meat and still hate PeTA?
22. I am not a whore.
23. I will not be your whore.
24. I dumped you, get over it.
25. Your list is deplorable.
26. You need serious help.
27. Sex Addiction is a real thing.
28. I will never sleep with you.
29. That felt good to get out.

sigh….

The final countdown…

So last week was a crapola week.  We had layoffs at work (which I saw coming) and I felt all this weight to keep up with the work left over for us who are still employed!  Everyday as I was leaving work, I kept thinking… “I should stay, I need to do this and this and this…’  it was just bad…

All that went out the window on Wednesday Night when I get a call from my lovely friend Janelle who tells me that she may have some clothes that no longer fit her (she is looking fabulous I might add) and since I’ve lost a ton of weight, I might be interested in taking some of her clothes….

Ok, so let me just take a minute to tell you just how fantastic this really is….  so, Janelle is one of those envy-worthy girls who know how to put together an ensemble… casual.  dressy. doesn’t matter!  This girl has got style.  She pulls stuff off that you can’t even imagine.  I can’t tell you how many times I run into her and think.  Dang girl! Teach me… just teach me.  So to have an invite to ‘la boutique de janelle’ (in my mind her boutique would all be lower case)… made my week.

Monday night was the big day of shopping and I couldn’t even stand myself I was so excited.  1. I get some pieces from J’s collection and 2. I get clothes… everything I own is too big and I am far too cheap to buy new clothes that won’t fit me by summertime.

Janelle, I thought you would find the final countdown interesting…

1 very needy and shrinking friend

1 very giving and shrinking friend

3 dresses

12 jackets

18 skirts

30 tops/sweaters

33 pants/shorts/capris

3 painful trips to get everything in my tiny apartment

Oh and 1 fuzzy orange sweater worn on and touched by the fab Ellen Degeneres!   : )

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU Janelle!  You are a lifesaver and I adore you!!!

I’m gonna need more salt to go with my words

So, all my ‘I hate FaceBook’ and ‘MySpace is the Devil’ ramblings that I’ve had over the past few years are now put away…  well almost, MySpace is still the Devil…  but I feel a bit of indigestion with having to eat all my words.

I don’t know if you all got together at the same time and just decided to bombard me with e-mails and texts wondering why I hadn’t joined facebook.   Grr… so I did…

It was a Thursday… and it took over my whole night… and the next and the next…. by Sunday, my little brother had to have an intervention and tell me that it’s pretty lame that when he logged on.. the ENTIRE news feed was filled with my name.  He’s like Rach… back off…  I didn’t tell him that I was thinking of leaving early to go home and log on. 

Fast forward a few weeks and the need to log on has faded… but those first few days were rough.

I joined facebook and all I got was burnt dinner… for 3 days!

sigh…