blog jump-start

In case you hadn't noticed, my blog is dying. A slow, drawn-out, painful death.

I am not ready to let it go.

Sooo in April, I am doing my own NABLOPOMO (is that right????) and posting every day for the entire month. Or as close as I can get. When I did this in Nov. I really enjoyed it and it kept the blogging juiced flowing. So I really hope this works.

I am also struggling with the content of my blog. When I started it, I anticipated it being full of crazy single-girl stories and antics. My life at that point was filled with mens and drunken adventures. Now my life is full of love, mushiness, and picking out paint colors for my first attempt at cohabitation. And it's short one best friend. These are some serious adjustments.

I don't want to just always blog about how happy I am. But I also don't want to disrespect my relationship by blogging about things that could upset WS or make him feel over-exposed if he found my blog. And I am not ready to give up on my secret just yet. I enjoy having my own hidden place.

It's a fine line.

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So while I ponder these issues, I will share a funny story. Not as funny as crazy drunken hook-up stories, funny as in lame and old, but hey. I wasn't going to share this, but WS-if you find and read this, I love you and tried to spare you so don't be mad :)

Last weekend was our trek to Ikea. Good god. That place is SERIOUS work. It was so exhausting, it required multiple snacks. My advice to anyone taking a trip to one is to put granola bars in your purse. That way you don't have to quit half-way through the process to reenergize like I did. However, we did drop a shit-ton of money and got tons of new things for the new apartment. I think it is going to look really nice and grown-up for a budget apartment. I remain incredibly excited about the whole thing.

The funny part was in the car on the way. We took WS's truck so that we could haul our shit home. We almost always take my car places, due to parking issues and my far superior driving and navigating skills. So I was bored, and started poking around. I realized I had never looked in his center console. So I started to open it. I spied a can of chewing tobacco and some other stuff. He flipped and put his arm down on it to shut it. Of course, this only made me want to look in it more. I gave him a piece of my mind on the chewing tobacco, but didn't really care since I knew he didn't buy it and it's not a regular thing. Plus we are both prone to smoking now and again so I can't judge. Then I asked why he didn't want me looking in there, since I already knew the dip was in there. He gave some awkward response. I continued to pry so he said fine, open it. I did, and I started to move stuff around and tease him about the little puppy sculpture from his much-younger sister. Then, I saw IT. And I shut the lid instantly and made another lame joke about the dogs.

His ex-fiancee's engagement ring.

In his truck console.

Holy shit. I knew he had it, and I also know he has taken it back to wherever he got it from and they are giving him credit for it to use towards my ring. We are broke, and I don't care about that. As long as he didn't give me that particular ring I don't give a shit. But why is it in his truck? Does he keep it there all the time? How long has it been there? Let's also add in to this equation that he NEVER LOCKS HIS DOORS. Never. WTF?

I am pretty sure he doesn't think I saw it, but if he does oh well. I am dying to go back and get a better look at it. I was so shocked I didn't see much, just the general shape and the setting. I didn't get a good feel for size.

Those that know me know I am a huge jewelry nerd. I consider myself to be really knowledgable on the topic, and to have really good taste. In fact, I definitely know more than I wish it did, as it makes my own ring situation much more complicated than I wish it were.

Her ring? Absofuckinglutely tacky.

;)