MORE OF THE LOVE STORY

OKAY, YESTERDAY I WENT SHOPPING WITH BECKY TO A FABULOUS DESIGNER OUTLET- LET ME TELL YOU THAT MOST OF THEM WERE NOT WORTH THE TRIP. MY IDEA OF A GOOD BARGAIN IS THE CLEARANCE SECTION AT WAL MART, SO WHEN I SAW HANDBAGS AS MUCH AS 900.00- WHAT THE JIMENEY CRICKET! THAT IS A BARGAIN? EVEN THE FOOD COURT WAS OVERPRICED- HOWEVER!!!!! I FORCED MYSELF (IT DIDN'T TAKE MUCH) INTO THE COACH OUTLET, AND I SPLURGED. THAT IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT! TODAY IS DIFFERENT. GRIEF LADY IS MANIFESTING HERSELF IN VICIOUS WAYS.. FOR ONE THING, MY STOMACH IS CONTINUOUSLY UPSET. HEARTBURN, THEN NAUSEA, AND FOR A BRIEF SHINING MOMENT, HUNGER, WHICH, WHEN I APPEASE, CAUSES HEARTBURN AND NAUSEA ONCE AGAIN. I GOT A MAJOR CASE OF IT WHEN I PASSED THE SLEEPWEAR AT WALMART, I BOUGHT SO MANY GOWNS FOR BOBBIE JO AS SHE WOULD SOIL THEM, AND I WANTED HER TO HAVE SOMETHING FRESH AND NICE EVERY DAY. I PASSED THE CUTE LITTLE SUMMER CLOTHES, AND THOUGHT, "HOW SWEET SHE WOULD LOOK IN THAT". ONCE AGAIN, GRIEF LADY TRIED TO CLAW HER WAY TO THE SURFACE. I AM TRYING TO BE POSITIVE AND LET CALM LADY STAY IN PLACE, BUT IT IS HARDER THAN I THOUGHT. AS I WRITE, MY TEARS FALL, I MISS HER- AND I AM AFRAID. I AM AFRAID THAT I WILL ALWAYS FEEL LIKE THIS, THAT EVERYTHING WILL BATTER ME AND MAKE ME SAD. GRIEF LADY IS VERY CLOSE TO THE SURFACE, BUT SHE CANNOT WIN, AS I HAVE TOO MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR. SO, TO MAKE HER GO AWAY, LET ME WRITE OF MORE OF THE LOVE STORY.
AFTER WE DROVE TO GALVESTON, (REFERENCE THE BLOG ON MARCH 18) MARTIN AND I REALIZED THAT THE OTHER COUPLE WANTED SOME ALONE TIME. IT WAS AN AWKWARD MOMENT, SO I SUGGESTED THAT WE WALK ALONG THE BEACH FOR AWHILE. (GOOD THING TOO, BECAUSE WE HADN'T GONE FAR, AND I NOTICED THAT THE CAR WAS EXPERIENCING SOME REAL ACTION). NOW AS BEFORE MENTIONED, I WAS SO AMAZED AT THE FACT THAT MARTIN WAS EVERYTHING I WANTED IN A MAN. HE WAS TALL, BLONDE HAIR, GREEN EYES, AND A CARING ATTITUDE. OH, AND DID I MENTION THE CUTE MUSTACHE? SO, I AM A BIT INTIMIDATED, NOT KNOWING THAT HE IS TERRIFIED OF ME. WE STROLL ALONG THE BEACH, THE WAVE TEASING THE BOTTOM OF MY BELL BOTTOM JEANS, AND BY THE WAY, LEAVING SAND IN THE HEM SOMEHOW. IT WAS GETTING DARK, THE LIGHTS WERE COMING OUT, THE WAVES GENTLY CRASHING, AND US WALKING WITHOUT SAYING MUCH. THE MOMENT WAS RIGHT FOR: YOU KNOW, THE FIRST: WELL IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A KISS, BUT I TURNED WHEN HE SWOOPED AND UNFORTUNATLY, HE MISSED MY LUCIOUS LIPS AND MY SNOUT LANDED SQUARELY IN HIS MOUTH. (REMEMBER, HE IS TALLER THAN ME). I CANNOT DESCRIBE THIS MOMENT CLEARLY, EXCEPT TO SAY, THAT I WAS SO EMBARRASSED! HE WAS MORTIFIED TOO, AND WE JUST TOOK A FEW SECONDS TO COLLECT OURSELVES, AND THEN, BEFORE HE COULD SAY OR DO ANYTHING, I SAID, "PUCKER UP BIG BOY, I AIN'T MISSING THIS OPPORTUNITY!" I YANKED HIS HEAD DOWN AND PLANTED A WHOPPER PROPERLY ON HIS LIPS. WELL, THE POOR THING, I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO HAVE A STROKE- AND THEN HE GRINNED AND SAID, "ARE THERE MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM?" I SAID, "MAYBE, IF YOU THINK YOU CAN LAND ONE". HE DID LAND ONE, JUST RIGHT, AND THEN, I GUESS THE RESPECT THING CAME BACK INTO PLAY, BECAUSE, HE TOOK MY HAND AND WE WALKED BACK TO THE CAR. THE OTHER COUPLE HAD FINISHED THEIR EXCERCISE- SO WE GOT INTO THE CAR AND DROVE BACK TO HOUSTON. I WAS HOPING HE WOULD WANT TO SEE ME AGAIN, BUT, DEAR READER, THAT IS FOR ANOTHER BLOG. WELL, LOOK, GRIEF LADY HAS BACKED OFF! WRITING OF THAT SWEET MEMORY HAS GIVEN ME JOY. IF YOU CAN STAND IT, I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE THE LOVE STORY WHEN THE PAIN HITS. LOVE, NANASEE