is looking extremely promising! Sam was discharged from physical therapy early, only seven sessions. And after an agonizing two-something hour wait at the doctors office he was cleared for full duty. Starting Sunday, he goes back to serving up "justice with a side order of spaghetti." I'm so glad he can go to work and not sit around twiddling his thumbs. He'll be back to training for SWAT in no time at all. To think it was only another month ago the other doctor was talking about possible surgery!
I have to admit (as I have to him) that I'm not too fond of him switching over to midnights. Firstly, I will not have him to cuddle with in the night because well, he'll be working. The night shift as he has told me is a little more on the dangerous side. But that's what he loves and I can't exactly stop him. He knows how I feel about it and he has assured me that everything will be fine, which I know is true. At least I know his mom is in the same boat as I am.
Now all we need to do is get him a toy for his patrol vehicle. Speaking of toys, I found a great find for him at Staples the other day. I originally saw them during Black Friday and thought about getting him one but hesitated then. I happened to see them on clearance and decided to grab two as gift ideas. I'm going to be in a bit of a gift crunch with Valentine's, his birthday and our first year anniversary; birthday and anniversary just so happen to be in the same month. Well I have a big gift for his birthday already but I'll be keeping my eyes peeled for other ideas for anything else I can think of.
Well time for bed...maybe something will come to me in my dreams :)
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
I am The Keymaster! I am The Gatekeeper!
I come bearing 2 bits of good news! On Friday we were originally going to go shooting, but when I asked on Thursday he said that we probably wouldn't because it was supposed to rain (which it never did! That's twice our range plans have been foiled). So we went out and what was supposed to be an innocent gander turned into an impulse buy. Sam now owns a cute little polar bear of a puppy. He's not really a polar bear but he kind of waddles like one and he's just a big poof of white (with some black patches scattered in - hmm maybe he's more panda than polar); he's actually Havanese. I'll get a pic of him tonight when I'm at the house. On Saturday morning I got a lovely message stating that Hooligan, that's his name, equals pooping machine. This little dog that couldn't weigh more than a cloud had left three or four fairly hefty sized droppings around the house since 7:30 that morning and I think I had gotten the text around 11 or 12. Sam said though that he had weighed 9 lbs originally but after the bowel movements he only weighed like 3 or 4! This morning we were taking bets on how many poops he was going to leave about the house today. Sam says 4 and I said 6. So come about 7 tonight we'll be finding out for certain.
Which brings me to my second bit of news. This morning while eating fried bagels for the first time, Sam gave me the house key off his key ring. I couldn't say anything right away because my mouth was full of bagely goodness. He had just stretched his hand out with it, I looked at him a minute, grabbed the key but didn't take it from his hand right away. I said thank you a few times to him once I had finished chewing. He didn't say why he did it and I didn't ask really, however I had my suspicions on the drive home. First: it could be to let myself in when I get to the house early, which I tend to do or so I don't have to ring the bell at night. Second: its because he wants me to check in on Hooligan, which I wouldn't mind doing at all. Third: today happens to be our 2-month anniversary and this is a gift of sorts. I just thought of this last one a few minutes ago thanks to a text reminder. I've only been looking at it all these past few weeks on the calendar. He beat me to it again! But its been a wonderful 2-month run and I'm looking forward to many more now with my two guys.
Which brings me to my second bit of news. This morning while eating fried bagels for the first time, Sam gave me the house key off his key ring. I couldn't say anything right away because my mouth was full of bagely goodness. He had just stretched his hand out with it, I looked at him a minute, grabbed the key but didn't take it from his hand right away. I said thank you a few times to him once I had finished chewing. He didn't say why he did it and I didn't ask really, however I had my suspicions on the drive home. First: it could be to let myself in when I get to the house early, which I tend to do or so I don't have to ring the bell at night. Second: its because he wants me to check in on Hooligan, which I wouldn't mind doing at all. Third: today happens to be our 2-month anniversary and this is a gift of sorts. I just thought of this last one a few minutes ago thanks to a text reminder. I've only been looking at it all these past few weeks on the calendar. He beat me to it again! But its been a wonderful 2-month run and I'm looking forward to many more now with my two guys.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Aw you got me shampoops
I love my panda Sam, he makes me a happy snugly platypus. Yesterday, as he was food shopping after work he bought me shampoo and conditioner for the house. I can't use the Head N' Shoulders 2n1, it fucks up my hair big time. I think though he's trying to tell me something with the shampoo because its called 'long lasting relationship'; he's like it's for long hair. I got to use it today and guess what! My hair likes it! Yay!
Where have you been all this time?
That's what I asked him tonight as we were relaxing in bed after all his little 'i love yous'. He went on and on about how he loved my shoulders, my personality, my laugh, my body, and ending with 'I just love all of you'. I love this man, my warrior panda. I don't want him to go anywhere.
'I've been here, waiting for you,' he whispered in return.
'I've been here, waiting for you,' he whispered in return.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Robbery 101
So Sam and I have been going on and on about a heist and I think MSN (along with Bing) is catching on. As part of their "dumb criminal moves" segment they have a piece on robbery. Which I want to share in case anyone else is planning a major movement sometime in the future. These are just some introductory pointers to keep in mind.
-Do not disguise yourself as a tree.
-Do not use your own pay stub to write a robbery note.
-Do not share your personal account information or ID with the bank teller.
-Do not log into your Facebook account while at the scene of the crime.
-Do not disguise yourself as a tree.
-Do not use your own pay stub to write a robbery note.
-Do not share your personal account information or ID with the bank teller.
-Do not log into your Facebook account while at the scene of the crime.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
So...yeah
Visited Sam at his new house yesterday afternoon and met a few of his friends. One of them I knew from our high school. The other was a fellow officer who had gone through the academy together. His nickname is the Ticketmaster, because well he loves writing tickets. I think it’s safe to say he meets quotas. Sam cooked up some pretty decent steaks. It was deceiving because they looked and tasted a little like pork chops but what else do you expect with Wal-Mart meat? While I was outside with Ticketmaster, the rest of the boys were inside getting things for the grill, he said that Sam and I were lucky to have one another. It was a great afternoon, but it eventually had to end; I had to leave for work and they had to leave to bring back the U-Haul truck.
Work went fine, nothing special though it went by a little slowly. I just wanted to leave so I could get back to his house. Sam was cooking me dinner, homemade bagel pizzas and he was introducing me to Dexter. When I got to the house about 9pm, two of his friends were still there, one from earlier in the afternoon (apparently he was spending the night over) and another who had stopped by to visit (another fellow officer from the academy though he is unsure about getting into law enforcement). We all sat around and talked for a little bit until my dinner was ready; it was almost ask if it was their cue to skedaddle. The bagel pizzas were absolutely delicious. He wasn't kidding when he said he could cook. Any who, I seem to be at a loss for details. *laughs* I saw maybe 2 full episode and not even half of the third before he distracted me. We'll have to watch that episode over...if we make to that point. He's a really good kisser, best I've come across. He doesn't get all slobbery. Our kissing and snuggling on the couch, and a one point I tackled him to the carpet, lasted until about 3:30am. I didn't want to leave him to go back and take care of the cats. Once I got back to the house, I really wish I had stayed because I didn't get to sleep until after 6. Buddy was busy pestering the two female cats.
But yeah, Sam isn't like anyone else. He's sweet and warm, a definite ninja when it comes to sneaking kisses on my nose. I feel wonderfully adored by him when he's holding me. I think I adore him just as much, but according to him, he likes me more and I cannot prove him wrong. =^^=
Work went fine, nothing special though it went by a little slowly. I just wanted to leave so I could get back to his house. Sam was cooking me dinner, homemade bagel pizzas and he was introducing me to Dexter. When I got to the house about 9pm, two of his friends were still there, one from earlier in the afternoon (apparently he was spending the night over) and another who had stopped by to visit (another fellow officer from the academy though he is unsure about getting into law enforcement). We all sat around and talked for a little bit until my dinner was ready; it was almost ask if it was their cue to skedaddle. The bagel pizzas were absolutely delicious. He wasn't kidding when he said he could cook. Any who, I seem to be at a loss for details. *laughs* I saw maybe 2 full episode and not even half of the third before he distracted me. We'll have to watch that episode over...if we make to that point. He's a really good kisser, best I've come across. He doesn't get all slobbery. Our kissing and snuggling on the couch, and a one point I tackled him to the carpet, lasted until about 3:30am. I didn't want to leave him to go back and take care of the cats. Once I got back to the house, I really wish I had stayed because I didn't get to sleep until after 6. Buddy was busy pestering the two female cats.
But yeah, Sam isn't like anyone else. He's sweet and warm, a definite ninja when it comes to sneaking kisses on my nose. I feel wonderfully adored by him when he's holding me. I think I adore him just as much, but according to him, he likes me more and I cannot prove him wrong. =^^=
Monday, June 28, 2010
We'll have to fix that
There's much to be done according to Sam. For the second time this week he has asked if I've ever shot a gun. While they weren't "gun-guns", they're still in the firearms category; I have shot a BB-gun and a paintball gun. To be all inclusive, I have dabbled a little in the realm of water pistols and Nerf guns. But I'm always looking to diversify. He's looking to take me to the shooting range one of these days.
I'm looking forward to it. It'll certainly beat a game of putt-putt or going to yet another movie. I think it'll be adventurous. Speaking of adventures, last night was one for the books. After our busy Sunday-days, he came to pick me up for dinner. We decided on a local Mexican place, which is right over the bridge. It used to be an Italian place a few years ago and it was alright. Now it wasn't terribly late when we arrived, maybe between 8:10-8:20pm. There was no host to greet us right away, and we stood there awkwardly for about 5 or so minutes before a gentlemen -whose english was a bit difficult to understand, showed us a booth at the bar. There's maybe another couple in this section who have just about finished their meals and a lone man at the bar chatting with the bartender. We get menus and they take our drink orders and bring us chips and salsa with our drinks. All is well. I get a phone call which I have to take. He looks over the menu. I do the same and we decide on the super burrito. Okay, lets order up! ....5mins. ....10mins. ....Chef Ramsey would not be pleased. Finally, the gentleman who I will further assume is our waiter comes to get our orders. Surprisingly it takes like 5 seconds since the time he went to put in our order to when he returns with the extremely hot and large plates of food. We definitely got our $8.95's worth.
Neither of us could even come close to finishing our plates. I'm suggesting they change the name from super burrito to something along the lines of burrito unconquerable. He suggested: there's-no-way-you'll-finish-this-burrito burrito. From here it's another waiting game, thank goodness for Univision. They had on what looked to be the Spanish equivalent of our Survivor, though this one was not so much drama driven.
I'm looking forward to it. It'll certainly beat a game of putt-putt or going to yet another movie. I think it'll be adventurous. Speaking of adventures, last night was one for the books. After our busy Sunday-days, he came to pick me up for dinner. We decided on a local Mexican place, which is right over the bridge. It used to be an Italian place a few years ago and it was alright. Now it wasn't terribly late when we arrived, maybe between 8:10-8:20pm. There was no host to greet us right away, and we stood there awkwardly for about 5 or so minutes before a gentlemen -whose english was a bit difficult to understand, showed us a booth at the bar. There's maybe another couple in this section who have just about finished their meals and a lone man at the bar chatting with the bartender. We get menus and they take our drink orders and bring us chips and salsa with our drinks. All is well. I get a phone call which I have to take. He looks over the menu. I do the same and we decide on the super burrito. Okay, lets order up! ....5mins. ....10mins. ....Chef Ramsey would not be pleased. Finally, the gentleman who I will further assume is our waiter comes to get our orders. Surprisingly it takes like 5 seconds since the time he went to put in our order to when he returns with the extremely hot and large plates of food. We definitely got our $8.95's worth.
Neither of us could even come close to finishing our plates. I'm suggesting they change the name from super burrito to something along the lines of burrito unconquerable. He suggested: there's-no-way-you'll-finish-this-burrito burrito. From here it's another waiting game, thank goodness for Univision. They had on what looked to be the Spanish equivalent of our Survivor, though this one was not so much drama driven.
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