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I love a lot. I wait a lot. I try to find a lot to laugh at. I don't usually have trouble with that. I pray a lot. I'm not always sure who or what I pray to, but I firmly believe that prayer makes a difference. I try not to panic very often. I try to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time poking my nose into other peoples' bidness via their blogs. I clean up an awful lot of feathers. You can dress me up, but you can't really take me out. I travel a lot when I can find bird sitters and we take them with us when I can't. I drink, prolly to excess, but I rarely get sick because my body is a hostile environment to germs (or maybe no SELF RESPECTING germ would LIVE in my body?) I collect: gnomes, passport stamps, MONEY-preferably US dollars or Euros, red headed womyn and chicks named Stephanie. My Momma taught me many many years ago that girls don't fart, they foosie. She taught me lots of other chit too. Thanks for stopping by-leave me a comment and let me know you were here, feel free to link to me, or email me at jacquelynn.fortner@gmail.com

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Winding down

Well, the party is almost over.

The last week has been hectic, what with all the parties and running out for just one last thing for the Innocent Bystander to take back to the Fatherland about a million times. Now we are down to the last day home, and soon it will be mere hours before it is time to make that excruciating drive to the airport. He has all the pickles and peanut butter and chicken noodle soup his bags can hold, so I guess he's ready.

My body knows it is time. We have had what boils down to 5 weeks of concentrated F.U.N. and I have not eaten near enough vegetables or gotten adequate excercise (unless you count that which I got on my back...or...*shakes head*...nevermind...) or sleep and I think I may have drank ALL the beer. I will pay for this debauchery. Dearly, I'm sure.

It is a bittersweet time. The weather has been absolutely picture perfect just about every single day that he's been home. Clear, bright sunny days and cool nights that seem to last forever. The food has been awesome, and the company stellar. We have laughed more this hitch than we have in a long time. Me writing seems to have amped up the funny around us. But now, the lovemaking turns more sweet and tender, like we are trying to memorize every inch of flesh, every sensation. Definitely not the frantic clashing together of parts is parts as we rush to get out of clothes and decide ohfuckit just DO IT NOW that was the first couple of weeks he was home. No, now we take our time, knowing it will be a long time until next time. The only action around here will be of the laundry and sweeping and normal vacuuming of feathers and cleaning of cages that is my life for the next who knows how long until he comes home again.

Oh, and I neglected to tell you that we won the Most Original Costume ribbon at the Halloween party Friday night. As you can see, we had both daytime and nighttime costumes. Can you guess what we were?


Pearl said...

You are definitely Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin. :-)

I envy your relationship, Derfina. How can you miss them if they won't go away? Ya know what I mean?


derfina said...

WOOT! First guess and you nailed both the costume and kinda my pernt right smack dab on the head! But you FUCKING ruint my title for tomorrow's post! (How can I miss you if you won't go away?)