Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So I haven't posted for awhile. I've been busy. I've had writer's block. The type of blog I'm contemplating isn't exactly an easy thing for me to write, but I want to do it anyway. It's me not being nice to me. Not that I'm MEAN to me, just not nice.

I have a new man (cheers) who takes up a lot of my time (double cheers) because I really really love being around him (triple cheers). Basically we've been together every day since our first date. I give up 98% of my 'me' time to be with him, and it's well worth it.

He treats me very well - suffice it to say he treats me better than anyone has ever treated me before (quadruple cheers with some whipped cream and TWO cherries on top). And, as he puts it, I wear the pants in the relationship, but he's got his hands down them. It's quite refreshing and taking some getting used to.

We haven't fought. If something bothers me, I discuss it calmy with him and we come to a compromise both of us can live with. Nothing about me bothers him, though, because he thinks I'm perfect. (hell to the mutha fuckin YEAH!)

My cat has a love/hate relationship with him, which is quite comical to watch. He can't decide if he likes him because he gives good pets or if he hates him because I focus less attention on him and more on the man. So he goes through periods of rubbing on him, sleeping on his chest/next to his head, etc, and trying to beat the shit out of him with his little clawless paws.

In other cat news, I had a dream Calley was shut in the closet, sleeping on my towels, and that's why I hadn't seen her in awhile. I woke up and immediately thought, "I have to let her out." It took me a couple of seconds to realize she wouldn't be there. It's a reminder that I have to send the vet a thank you card, for coming out when she wasn't even his patient. And, nice surprise, I got a thank you card in the mail from a local wildlife sanctuary, thanking me for the 'generous' donation made by the vet on Calley's behalf. It made me tear up and feel all warm inside, that the money I spent putting her down was used for something positive and not just greed. I'm thinking about making him Sebastian's vet, even though his office is a hike.

So there you are. I'm here, alive, happy. I'll try to get that entry together, but I'm not promising a deadline. But it will happen, my lovelies.