Welcome to February 2011! You will now being your journey on Katy's rollercoaster. It will be full of ups and downs and plenty of loops and corkscrews. Ready?
Beginning of February didn't have much to report. I was skiing twice a week and was pretty happy about that. My birthday was in the beginning of the month. If I remember correctly, all I did to celebrate was to go to my favorite restaurant and order a blue cosmo. I am more of a beer and whiskey kind of gal, but it was pretty tasty. I don't remember what I received as a gift for my birthday, so it must not have been too great.
Brandon started his new job at the end of the month, which was great since it was a lot closer to my work and that meant we could move further south. I went on a ski trip with some family during the second to last week of the month. We did lots of skiing and lots of walking around. I had a blast until Friday. I drove 2 hrs back home to pick Brandon up so we could go back to the condo my family rented and have a mini vacation - just the two of us. I had asked him to be ready to leave at 1 pm so we could get there in time for dinner. And I waited. And waited. And waited. He finally showed up around 3 pm and explained that he didn't want to use any vacation time to leave early. I was rather peeved at him since I had asked him to make plans earlier in the week, but apparently he didn't.
So we packed up his things (since mine were back at the condo) and headed over the pass. I offered to drive since he had been working all day and since I knew the route and he didn't. I figured that he would talk to me about work and other things that had happened since I had seen him last, or we would just listen to music. No, he pulled out his laptop and started reading a book. I asked him repeatedly to put the laptop away and talk to me, but he refused (Sign number fifty-one not get married! Not that I counted, but this seems like a pretty good guess). Finally as we are getting close to the pass, there is an accident and both lanes are blocked. I get out and walk around and stretch while we are waiting. One hour goes by. He is still reading. I ask him to get out of the car and talk and walk with me. He refuses. Says it's too cold out. Another hour goes by. My brother texts me to let me know he is stuck also, but on the other side of the accident. I again ask Brandon if he would get out of the car and talk with me, hug me, keep me warm. No, I don't have anything to talk about and it's too cold out.
Finally, the accident was cleared. By the time we got to the condo, it was a little past 7 pm. Not too late to go out to eat, but Brandon said he just wanted to heat up the leftovers in the fridge and watch some TV. I obliged, and we ended up on the couch the rest of the evening. I asked him if he wanted to sleep in the same bed (since even though we had been living together for the past year and a half, we had yet to sleep in the same bed. His preference, not mine), but he couldn't make up his mind. I was beyond frustrated with him, so I took a shower and crawled into bed. He decided to sleep in the same bed, but didn't come until nearly 1 am. I got up at 7 am, ready to hit the town and get breakfast. I waited, and waited and waited. 9 am came around and he was still not out of bed. I decided to wake him up so we could go get some breakfast. He was not too happy about it, but he got up and we went to get some food. The meal was good, but the conversation was lacking. All he could talk about was how much he wanted to get home, back to his comfy couch, back to his computer.
I wanted to walk around town a little bit, visit a few of the shops, and find some souvenirs. He just wanted to go home. I convinced him to go into two shops with me, but after I was done he politely demanded that we go home. I was not in a very giving mood, but I gave in. With one act of defiance. I drove the long way home, with a stop at my favorite bakery. He was not pleased, but neither was I.
The next week, though, I met Rich. And he changed my life forever.
And on to March.. wonderful, wonderful March.
Thanks for reading,
Katy
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