What happens in Vegas gets put in my blog!

So I just got back today from Las Vegas with my love, Corey, and I have to say I had a great time. Not that it's surprising, but I did. And boy did we need to get away. We got some alone time, with each other and without. We got to drink and dance, and really let our proverbial hair down. I also got to meet a few of his high school friends, and I have to say, after almost 8 years of being together, I learned more about him and why he is the way he is. They are all that way, and I love each of them for being that way. But they are all that way. 

I got to meet all of these wonderful people because one of his dear friends got married this weekend. It was a beautiful wedding,and surprisingly enough, my first Jewish wedding - hey, they even served shrimp, which is not Kosher, during the cocktail hour. I got to experience the Hora, and loud Jewish women, it was perfect.

But my favorite moment of the weekend was when Corey and his friends discussing being in orchestra and band, and his friend, Janet, turned to me and asked me what instrument I played. Without missing a beat I turned to her and said, "Oh no! I was popular in high school. I didn't have to do that."  

Take 2

I haven't been feeling great lately about a lot of  life choices I have made in the past. I sometimes daydream about what my life would have been like if I took the chances that I wanted, but was too afraid. I think of the places I could have gone and things I could have seen. But I realized something this last Sunday, while having brunch with a dear friend. I hoped this wasn't the first time I had this thought, but I'm afraid that it is. You don't get a second chance to live a moment. No matter how insignificant or unimportant the moment, there are no do overs.

So as hard as it is, I have to stop beating myself up for things I have or haven't done. It is what it is! I need to move on! I need to get over it!

I can't actually relive those moments over again, and I have to stop thinking what could have been. Because this is what it is. I need to be braver! Nothing is forever! Being safe isn't always being better.

For the most part, I don't hate my life. I hate things I have done. I hate that I have under valued myself and allowed others to under value me. I hate that I didn't take charge of my life.

Well the buck stops here! I am stronger now that I have realized I can't go back, but I can change my future. It's going to tough, but I have to do it! I am 33 and I'm going to be something. It's not too late!

Happily Ever After

Last night I went to my friend, Chad's birthday dinner at Zocolos. We had a wonderful time and I made some new friends. I also got to eat some pig products. After Chad was done opening his gift, his boyfriend, Roy, pulled out a beautiful little white box. Then he got down on one knee next to Chad, his hand was just a shakin, and he popped the question. I'm not sure if it is legal for gays to get married, but thanks to President Obama, we are closer, if we can't already. I know I should know that, but I don't. I never do! 

When it comes to gay weddings, I have to say I am a little stumped. According to Miss Manners, you are suppose to congratulate the groom, and offer best wishes to the bride. So now I never know what to say.

Either way, I wish my friends all the love and joy they deserve! I love y'all! To both of you, congratulations and best wishes! 

Momma's Boy

So one thing that Corey and I having common, is that we are both very close to our moms. And the thing that our moms have in common is that they are mothers, first and foremost. If one of us falls, they wanna come kiss the booboo. But because we are grown men, we usually only call on them to kiss the ouchy when we really need it. Well I need it! Corey's mother is flying in today! As much as Corey is worth going through this, I am exhausted and so is he. We need the help.
That said, we are not only lucky to have each other but we are lucky to have our mothers in our lives. They have made us what we are today. Corey, an wonderful man that adopted the posture of his 95 year old grandmother, and I, a sassy black woman!
Deidre and Terry, all kidding aside, thank you for always being there! We love you!

Again, I am sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors, Corey is not here and doped up!

OMG last night he called me to say good night, slurring his words, and then he texted me thinking he was texting his mom, and I was like Judy put down the phone!

The most efficient way!

So Corey had surgery again today. He has been having severe abdominal pain for the past couple of months. And he has seen specialist and done cat scans ultrasounds and so much more. And finally the decision was made for more surgery. When they went in they found that the scar tissue from the first surgery, last July, had grown more than they had expected. The adhesion had formed a bridge from the in cession to another part of the lower bowels, and this was causing the blockage. The surgeon cut that back and put a film over that to help the scaring to be minimal. So now he is doped up in his hospital bed at Sutter General. And I am home with our little Ellie trying to relax and set up the next couple of days. Corey is going to kill me when he reads this next part. Before I left, he was telling me about the pain and asking the same questions. He reminded me of his grandmother, asking the same questions over and over again, and he was so out of it, and yet so incredibly adorable! He was very polite slurring through his thanks to the doctors and Nurse Kate. Before he went in he kept on about how he missed Ellie Mae. I know I make fun of him, and make him the butt of jokes, but he is a great partner, and he makes what we have work. And I am sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors, Corey is not home to prof my work!