Rapier's Wit

Hi there. I have no idea what to make of anything in my personal life. I keep praying I'll maintain patience. And when patience doesn't pay off with dividends I find palatable, I pray I'll have keen understanding and solace. I'm still back at square one with Alton. Actually, I don't even think we're on square one. If this was a board game we'd probably be sitting on the "do not pass" square while awaiting the spinner to land on "1" -- at least I'm waiting for a move that is minuscule, but will be wildly significant. We still talk. As of late, it's been my doing. I've made the call. On Saturday I chucked caution and called the cell phone that he got because of my influence. Directly to voice mail. UGH! I left a babbling message fitting for my reputation. "Marissa Randomosity" as he's coined it. The very randomosity he finds/found endearing and charming. Once I hung up, I gave myself permission to call him at work...

First let me apologize for the lapse in posts. If you were rabidly awaiting Alton updates, I'm sorry. I thought it'd be dreadfully boring to report hand holding and smooching. Things with Alton were going along quite swimmingly. He's a wonderful man. He's the most consistent and considerate man I've dated. Ever. I swear it. Naturally that made me giddy. I had to force myself to contain my excitement. I didn't to scare the poor man away. After all, it had been a month! That's longer than anyone else ever made it since 2001. Whoa! This was monumental and newsworthy, but you know me. When it comes to dating, I'm a skeert little kitten in a den of voracious Dobermans. Even though he'd shared that my randomness and expressive joy was charming to him, I still had misgivings about really letting it all hang out. I admit that to those who do not know me (and even to those who do) I can be a bit overwhelming. My sister's Kris tells me I remind her of Barb...

My friend Jane always has "wordless wednesday" on her blog. She finds the most unique and oft times crazy photographs to post. While perusing my photo collection -- stuff I snagged from God knows where -- I found this: I've never prayed harder for winter weather attire.

Hey there! I don't consider myself politically savvy at all. In fact, most discussions go way over my head where I find myself blinking and smiling. A lot. I should try out one of those Derrick Zoolander gazes that Asshat Running Man found so useful. GraphJam graph creators seem to have figured out what the media finds important in the race for President of the United States. It's all tongue in cheek, naturally. What rests in the back of my mind, though, is the question: Is this how the rest of the world views this race for the White House?

The fellow that was nicknamed Sum Yung Guy will be changed to Alton as it better suits him and doesn't remind readers of the skeevy joke with Sum Yung Guy in the punchline. Due to the events leading up to my sister's surgery I have been derailed about discussing my personal life as it relates to dating. I hope this blog post will be an entertaining means of catching up. Alton and I went out for the first time on August 15. We dined at a local steakery and then headed over to the 2nd Annual Bishop MacNamara High School Mac-Bash. This is a fund-raiser/welcome to the new school year party and the entire community was invited. Live music was enough of a lure for us. A good time was had while we people watched and continued to talk about anything and everything under the beer tent. Since Alton isn't from Kankakee, I acted as chauffeur. I handed him my iPod and let him choose the music for the drive over. He selected my 80s music playlist. He so scored points with that. Once the ...

With all the daunting and seriousness life has imposed lately, I felt this was a good time for some joy and levity. Lilacspecs was kind enough to expose me to this funky, fun band straight out of Copenhagen (check out her blog. It's groovy. I promise.) I hope you take a minute to push away from the computer desk, slide the laptop from your thighs to get up and dance a little. Follow up: Sis is far from being out of the woods, but she is home and resting. Well, sort of. Pain from surgery and angst from general life woes is keeping her from being totally comfortable. MJ, the eldest of her boys, came home from college after only a week of being gone. He needed to see that mom was truly alive and kicking. Typically it is never recommended for a student to return home after only just getting to college. It's a rough transition and he was reluctant to return. Finally this morning, he hopped in his Grand Prix and made tracks back to school. It's a 3 hour drive, but it's wher...