Well peeps its been a while. I have been smiling and enjoying life to the fullest and there is no sign of my happiness letting up!
Work has been busy as heck but i am REALLY enjoying it. I have created the position of event coordinator for the Engineering Association and its challenging but great experience.
Personal training is good and my clients have fat falling off of them like mad.
Training for myself has just been biking and cardio and smiling.
Diet has been eating everything i want and nothing i dont. That means no shakes and not alot of healthy food i geuss I hope to get this back on track soon but i have just lost the appetite for tasteless food. Go figure.
I have been doing alot of gourmet cooking and laughing while making food with my man.
Aaron my boy is wonderful he treats me like gold and we cant stand being apart from one another. People say that i should start writing a column "Jenny and the City" since my life is like Sex and the City So maybe i will start writing in my journal like those articles. Like, sex and love.
Gotta run and have a piece of cake with my cooworkers chat later peeps.
Meeting someone for the first time that you really click with seems to trigger that wonderful feeling of lust. Chemical reactions happen and the feeling of exstacy takes over.
As time goes by i wonder when is it that lust begins to be love and are the two ever confused?
2 months ago i met a man (mr.croc) in an unusual place. Not unusual as in strange but unusual as in different to find someone of such quality in such a pit of partyness. He tried to talk to me and get my attention for 3 days and i played the interested but not jumpy, flirting girl. On day three we sat and talked and i guess this is where lust began to take over.
After several hours of sipping and chatting we laughed until the sun set behin the crowds of screaming, drunken animals. Oblivious to everyone around us 4 hours had gone by and no one was near us, the friends had gone about there night like we were erased from the scene.
1 day later we met again only to confirm that we were in lust with what we knew about eachother. 3 weeks past and it was confirmed that not only did our minds lust for one another no our bodies were in lust as well. Could this get better and where does one begin to fall and stop?
Now 8 weeks old and running full speed ahead our hearts have discovered a fondness for eachother, one that we are thankful for and cherish each day. Flaws have been shown and still yet only wonderful feelings exude as we kiss and play without a care in the world.
Is it love or lust? does it matter? No, the only thing that matters is that we continue to be as happy as we have been the past 8 odd weeks.
That's a great story. It lead me to answer your question in my journal. I was kinda' embarrased to post such a long story, but I figured I'd let you know that I did answer it in my journal not to take valuable space out of yours
Hard to believe that falling off a bike at a high speed and landing on your head can be a good thing.
Sunday Mr. Croc and i decide to go and ride the "hard core" trail about an hour outside of the city. We pack a lunch and hop on our bikes and no more than 5 min later the first large hill turns out to actually be a jump instead. How was i to know?
As i fly over the handle bars and land right on the stylish white pearl helmut i figure "this probably wasnt the best way to approach this so called hill" i land with all forces onto my head and roll away like a comrade.
I shake it off and ride ahead to catch the croc and tell him of my experiece. He so sweetly wipes the sand and mud from my face and twig from my helmut and gives me a kiss, as i insist that i am fine.
After conquering that jump that almost killed me three more times we packed it up and headed to the park for an ice cream.
We lay in the park with the sun beating on our faces and the leaves falling on our backs, we kiss and laugh like kids and play until we here the grumble of the tummy. We drive and make dinner at his parents and then head back to the city to rest up and snuggle as the sun goes down.
4am the pounding starts and the head starts to swell like a croc has his jaws around my head. My ears start to plug and my eyes hurt to open. It is apparent that the only place i am going is to the hospital.
5 hours later Mr.Croc calls to his boss and tells him of how his princess is hurt and he must stay beside her side. Croc takes me to the "dreaded" hospital, a place he has refused to go with anyother princess before. He walks me in and stays by myside as they check me in and lay me down. After alot of questions and waiting the dr. tells me a catscan is in need to check for swelling around the brain. Mr. Croc leaves momentarily to attend a important meeting but comes back by my side a while later.
5 hours later and one catscan to tell me that i have suffered a concusion and i need to go home and rest.
My Croc takes me home and tucks me in to rest while he goes to fetch a movie and food for him to make as i rest my swollen head.
One head crushing experience later i know that my Mr.Croc will be by my side if something bad should happen. It doesnt really seem frightening to get sick or hurt now that i know someone like him is here for me.