See the sunny skies

If anyone wonders about my blog title, I'll clarify right off the bat. I've just finished season 2 of The Venture Bros and I suppose that Dr. Orpheus is indeed, my homeboy.

Okay so this is my first blog since live journal (hai 2 u 2001>.<). A lot has changed since then in the sense that I don't think Courtney Love is a goddess, and I now pluck my eyebrows. Everything else is just window dressing to be quite frank. Let's see...I live in Indiana..which is a big change from Montreal. I live here with my dog, Monster Truck, and Morgan (aka best thing to ever happen to me EVAR). I ride a pink 1950's style bicycle around town, and I bake dog biscuits for fun. This is a big, big change from the girl who used to throw up on the streets of Laval at 4am and cover for her friends while they peed behind a pine tree.

I don't know if I'm content with my life or not..throughout the years I've managed to collect a useless DEC and several credits worth of science classes I probably didn't need. Morgan is in the military so we get moved around a lot, so much that its hard to keep friends. Not only that but army wives are generally mean, gossipy, grotesque looking, and abusive towards their children. Not exactly my cup of tetley. The friends I've managed to keep are awesome. It's very refreshing to have someone be 100% honest with you about everything at all times, and for that, I am very grateful. That being said, Morgan's really my best friend. He has given so much for us and for that I will always cherish the life I have with him. He stayed in the military so that I could continue going to school, when he could have gone and pursued his dream of going to school in Portland. I guess love makes us all do crazy things.

I consider myself very lucky. A lot luckier than I used to. I had some terrible relationships, and ones that weren't much to write home about. I've dated the overly sweet, the metro sexual, the heavily tattooed, and the athletically inclined. Never did I think I would end up with an American soldier who grew up in a town known for it's lack of a gas station that boasts several acres of corn. Morgan has 11 brothers and sisters, all with names that begin with the letter "M". As I type this, I'm at his brother Martin's house, waiting for him and Morgan to get back here with my toothbrush so that I can feel less Winehouse. Morgan takes really good care of me. He constantly makes me laugh and is every bit as weird as I am. He's doting and affectionate and lives to see me smile. I seriously ended up with my best friend in that I have never felt this comfortable in front of anyone. I'm not just talking poo with the door open comfortable, but comfortable with all of my flaws, my crappy past, and my burning desire to layer every banana I eat with Kraft Singles cheese. I get discuss the pros and cons of Marvel vs. DC, destroy him at time crisis 3, go to arcades and ride Ferris wheels and make matching cloaks for the July 2008 premier of Harry Potter, and this isn't even the half of how perfect we are for each other.

Like all relationships, there are things that fade with time, like insane romance (poetry writing, flower bringing, song singing kinda romance), but that just makes the little things count so much more. My advice to single women: seriously don't settle for less than you deserve. You should never beg for affection, pray for romance, or hope for respect. If a man is anything less than spectacular, move on. I don't care how desperate you are, or how hot he is, it's for your own good. Next time you think you're into a guy, as yourself "Do I really wanna carry his babies? Do I wanna live in a one bedroom over a head shop on St. Denis? Am I gonna wake up one day and realise that 15 years have passed and I wasted so much time on him?". Honestly I think if women everywhere asked themselves these questions we'd have a lot less of the Glenn Close syndrome. Bottom line, don't make excuses for a guy, ever.

Back to little ol' me.

So I'm sitting here in my pjs, waiting for my sister in law to finish work so I can ravage Petsmart. Yes, there are parts of me that miss the city, but all I have to do is look at Morgan (ultimate fromage), watch my dog run around the cemetery across the street, or eat one of my mother-in-law's gingerbread cookies and I'm reminded of just how awesome living in the country can be. I'm constantly reminded of God's presence in my life. Plus, I'm saving hundreds of dollars from not buying jager bombs and paying cover charges, so win win, right? Right. I now aspire for simpler things. I want to buy myself a moped for my 21st birthday. I wanna take my dog up to Wisconsin this summer and watch him swim for the first time. I want to learn how to cook for my family. I want to finish these last two years of school and start a family. The awesome thing about my goals is that they're totally within my reach, as opposed to when I was seven and I wanted a unicorn and to one day live in a house made out of Jolly Ranchers. Then again, I can always suffice by watching Legend and eating nutella straight out of the jar.

So I guess I am content with my life....we'll see how it progresses throughout the course of this blog, but as of yet, everything's comin up Gilda!