If you had any idea how shy my fiance is, the video below of him as a dancing elf would be THAT MUCH funnier. The kid turns red at the drop of a hat. It’s one of his many endearing qualities.
So, Thanksgiving was a success. We ate turkey, played shuffleboard and watched my beloved Mountaineers beat Pitt in the Backyard Brawl. Allan bonded with the men in my family while my mother bit her tongue and didn’t say a word about my weight. In all seriousness, I’m sure it was hard for her. It was the first Thanksgiving with my whole family together – my parents, my brothers and their wives and me with my fiance. Cheeseball comments aside, it was pretty special.
Now I’m home and I’m tired. It was a lot of time in the car… and I wasn’t even the one driving! I’m not a fan of long car rides. If it’s over eight hours, I’m flying. Period. End of story. But, yeah, I’m tired. I had to work last night and I’m back at the arena tonight AND I’m on call tomorrow night. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that not a lot of people will want to go to the Trans Siberian Orchestra, as awesome as they are. If people don’t want to go, I won’t be called in.
Tomorrow I’m getting my braces adjusted for the first time – yikes! I’m trying to figure out what I want to eat for lunch today because it’s basically my last meal for about a week. I’ll be living off of chicken noodle soup and raspberry sherbet. At least I’m prepared this time. When I got my braces on, I had no idea how much it would hurt. Excruciating isn’t too strong a word, people. Fo real.
But, holy crap! My teeth are moving fast! My two front teeth – the source of my greatest embarrassment – are barely overlapping now. Just at the bottom. And there’s a little bit of space between nearly all of my teeth. I can’t even tell you how happy this makes me. As I’ve said a million times – maybe less – I’m terribly ashamed of my crooked teeth and ugly smile. So seeing it on its way to normalcy is making me very happy.
And now, a little detour…
Ten months ago today, Allan and I decided to make it official, to give things a shot. We did so after he got out of the hospital with a kidney stone. It was around 9pm and we were in my car on our way to Rite-Aid to pick up some heavy-duty drugs for his heavy-duty pain. He told me he wanted to date me, but not yet. I said the same thing: I was interested in dating him, but not yet. He just got out of a relationship and wanted to take some time to be alone. I agreed – it was the best thing for him. We picked up the pain meds and drove to his house with my Netflix movie – one of the worst ever, about a guy who lived with, and was eaten by, bears – and sat on his couch in awkward silence, both of us trying very hard to stay awake. I offered to stay with him that night in case he got sick again and needed to go back to the hospital. I thought he had two beds in his two bedroom house, but he didn’t. So we decided to both sleep in his bed because we could be adults about the situation. No need for anyone to sleep on the couch. So we were laying there in the early morning hours of February 1, talking cautiously about how we felt, and he held my hand. Then, when it became clear that neither of us really wanted to wait, I asked if he wanted to give things a shot, officially try a relationship. And he said yes. So we did.