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Remember how I promised you funny stories once the fella returned because he's a man and he's ridiculous?  Yeah well....

So the phone rang at 3am the other morning (wrong number).  Not really that big of a deal unless you're me of course.  You see, this was happening towards the beginning of the summer...a lot...so I reverted to turning the damn thing off. Just off. Forever.  It's the fella's land line anyway, I never use it.  Who uses land lines?

Upon his return (you know, like right when he walked in the door and I was saying things like "don't put that there" and "this is how we do things now"), I asked that he turn the machine back down before bed every night. Naturally with all the tasks I laid before him, it slipped his mind.  I can tell you with all confidence now that he will never forget again.

In my surprised, half awake and dreamlike state, I literally sprang out of bed and pretty much floated to the answering machine.  Except floated sounds graceful.  It was not graceful. 

I pressed off. Off. OFF. OOOOFFFFFF!!!  The damn thing would not respond to my finger mashing.  I press that button all the time. Why is it not shutting off?  Am I using the wrong finger?  Is this even the answering machine or am I trying to turn off the cat? 

Volume. Down....down...down...down...down.. DOWN!! WHAT THE &$#&%!!!!

There was clearly only one way to remedy this situation.  Rip the phone off the wall and throw place it on the floor.

And there it lay on the floor with my obnoxious answering machine voice still yappin'.  I jumped back in bed and barked at the fella that it was his fault for not turning it down and "You go fix it. FIX IT!"

Of course from there it just got laughable.  Laughable now, not then.  He couldn't get the damn thing to shutup either and managed to press the hang up button on the machine which left us with the blaring dial tone and then the "Please hang up and dial again". 

This is when I started yelling something about JUST RIP IT OUT OF THE WALL!  He did not comply (cooler heads prevail) and eventually, some magical how, the damn thing shut off. 

So there we were with a hole in the wall and a phone on the floor and me left to deal with the fact that I am a raving lunatic. 

But he's the ridiculous one.

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See that guy over there?  The one with the shades and shaved noggin?  That's my fella in case you haven't caught on to that already.  He's returning home tonight after a 4 month job down south.  We didn't get to visit at all (too pricey) so we haven't seen each other once since May. 

We've done this before.  Summer of '04 and '05, so it's really nothing new.  When the fella and I got together, we knew there'd be times like this.  It's how the theater business works.  Sometimes you have to go where the work is (i.e. on tour or out of state). 

In the beginning it was not okay, naturally.  Of course, in the beginning I was totally neurotic and fresh out of college so the poor guy had to put up with a girl who was lost and still trying to figure out why she didn't have any studying to do or tests to take.

I also grew up with quite a temper.  I like to say I'm passionate, which I am, but that's a bull excuse.  The bottom line is, I used go from 0-60 in half a second, over nothing.  To be fair, I warned him of this when we first started dating.  I said "Oh yeah, I'm a blast now, buddy, but don't let me fool you. I am a handful". 

Boy did I prove my point.  No one ever tells you how effed up your brain can get when you finish college and you've been in school since you were 4.  My mind completely fritzed.  I suddenly had no idea what it was that I wanted and had no one to tell me what I was supposed to do.  I had bills, toilet paper to buy and "Oh shit, I don't know how to cook."

I also suddenly had a TON of free time to waste on things like the internet and video games.  

Thankfully we both survived.  In fact,  if it wasn't for him, I'd probably still be the crazy, neurotic and insanely temperamental person I once was.

Alright, I know I'm not fooling everyone, I'm still a little bit of all those things, but it's calmed down, I swear.  SHUTUP!

He has taught me patience (as much as I can muster) and what it is to love unconditionally.  I think he might have actually invented the term.   I have put him through such hell and back that he's either the biggest pushover this side of the Mississippi or he actually loves me. 

Okay, I could go on forever and ever with this ode to the fella, but here's why his coming home will benefit you guys....he may be a knight in shining armor sometimes but he's still a man and therefore, he is RIDICULOUS.  I am certain I'll have some fun stories to share with you as we settle back into having to share a space.   We're a 7 year old couple (come September) and we're not trying to fool ourselves.  It's only a matter of time before things go back to normal.

When the fella and I started dating, one of the first things I told him was:

"I do not cook."

He responded "That's okay, I do."  Then suddenly I had images in my head of us living together happily ever after because FINALLY I had found someone who wouldn't let me starve. Priorities people.

You might be thinking "But Ry, he's been gone since May, not to return until August! Whatever will you do?" 

Trust me, the day he left I was like "Of course I'll miss you!  I'm going to freakin' starve for the next 4 months!  WAIT! Think this over!"  and he was all "Eat my dust!" and I was all "It tastes like Ramen!"

And it did. I ate Ramen more than a couple times a week for the month of May.  Hey, atleast I was eating.  I could have been lying on the kitchen floor crying "Why? WHY!" while eyeballing the cat food.

Part of my problem is that I am incredibly impatient and a mega-multitasker.  MEGA. Like, while I'm writing this blog I'm re-heating my coffee (cause otherwise I'd stare at the microwave waiting) and in between thoughts I'm working on my drawing project.

Plus, I only cook when I'm starving.  I sit here and procrastinate until it's too late and it's either cook or eat my foot.  Considering I walk barefoot in a house that 2 men and 2 cats also inhabit, I figure cooking FTW.

So I've had to improvise a little and come up with a couple of surefire 10 minute 'recipes' that I can easily multitask into my day and eat freakin' right away or someone's going to get hurt.  Seriously, I'm still learning how to use this knife!

oh, before i go on, i meant to take a picture of the recipe you're about to laugh your way through, but i totally forgot because i was HUNGRY.  so instead you get a picture of my chipped plate.

 I could tell you about the 'loves' I've lost but that wouldn't be fair to the love I've found.  Instead I'm going to tell you how the most unbelievable heartbreak I have ever felt, lead me to find my true love.

In the summer of 2001 I was working down south for an outdoor theater. I had just finished college and had no plans for the fall.  I met a guy down there who said he lived in NYC and I told him I thought that's where I'd probably go.  It only seemed natural since I grew up so close to the city and wanted to work in theater. He gave me his number and told me if I decided to make the move, he would see about finding me some work.

In the first week of September, I arrived in New York, called the fella and had a job the very next day.

I learned so much that week and was grateful to him for giving me the opportunity.  The fella helped me get my first big job and start my career.  I did my best to pay him back by taking him out to lunches, dinners and sometimes drinks.  Oddly enough, he was the one short on cash at the time so it was the least I could do.

That was pretty much our routine, work and hang out. A real friendship was forming.  Normally we'd go out, play darts and be 'buddy buddy', but September 10th we had a couple drinks and some quiet conversation.  When it was time to call it a night he walked me to the subway, snuck in a peck on the cheek and ran to his train.  Before that moment, I really wasn't interested in anything romantic but his mixed shyness/boldness kinda sent me to crushville.

The next day was the most heartbreaking day in my life, in many people's lives.  I'm sure  you've gathered what day that was. 

I showed up to work around 8:45 a.m.  Around 8:50, I got a call from my dad.  He asked me where I was and if I had heard about the plane crash at the World Trade Center.  I hadn't and neither had my co-workers.  I reassured him I was far enough away and it was probably a small plane since no one appeared to be making a big deal about it, yet.

About an hour later I was in the catwalk hanging lights when the woman on the radio began to scream mid sentence.  The south tower was collapsing and the severity of the situation finally started to register.

Fast forward.  Since it was the closest, we walked 30 blocks to our boss's apartment.  Along the way, we saw people on the streets crying, some staring in shock and others completely unaware.  This is when the fella and I held hands for the first time.

We spent the rest of the day in front of a television, trying to contact loved ones, and believe it or not, half-heartedly celebrating a co-workers birthday.  It was all we could do to try and feel normal for a minute.  The shock was just too much to register.  Here we were, sitting less than 10 miles away from the biggest disaster any of us had ever seen and there wasn't a thing we could do about it.

Later that evening, the apartment was getting crowded with friends who had nowhere else to go, so the fella and I decided to try and get to his place.  To be honest, I really don't remember much of this though I'm pretty sure we walked the 85 blocks.  The only thing I really remember clearly is standing on his roof.  At 190th street,  you can't get much further from lower Manhattan while still being in Manhattan, but from there we could see the smoke as if it was a mere 10 blocks away. 

This is the first time we held eachother.  This is the first time we stayed up all night together.  This was our first kiss.  This was the first time "life is short" made perfect sense.

So on this day of the worst heartbreak I have ever known, I found my true love.  We've been together since and call 9/11 our anniversary.  To some it may seem morbid, but to us it makes perfect sense.  It was a new beginning, rising from the ashes.