I moved in with Todd. I am putting my condo on the market, so I didn't move my furniture because I will stage the house to help sell it. Folks, looking for furniture, tvs, kitchen stuff...anything? I am sure I have it that you can have. Anything I don't give away to friends and family I am donating to a non-profit...so lemme know. Anyway. Things in my life are grand and moving towards a place that I prayed for a long time. I am a smitten kitten and blessed to have met and fell in love with Todd. He's a peach.
I was talking on the phone with my college roommate Maria tonight. We reminisced and giggled at the fact that we have known each other 1/2 of our lives. I met Maria in August of 1990....I was 17....I am 34 now. She squealed with delight when I told her that Todd and I moved in together. She knows my battle scars and how many frogs I kissed and how long I waited for just the right guy. I kept telling her he was out there...and she believed me. In fact...as a side bar...when I told my Dad the good news...he said, "Well, this one almost deserves you." He laughed and teased me and told me that he and my mom love Todd...no one will really really really EVER deserve me....but Todd is a great guy. Ha. Anyway. Maria and I giggled and caught up on the phone and she started talking about the guys we dated in college. It was funny. All these years later....Maria has 2 boys and has been with her husband for 13 years...Brian (her husband) rocks the casba. Anyway. Maria was saying that she was looking thru old college photos and ran across a box full of pictures of Maria and another college boyfriend, Drew. She admitted that looking back, she didn't think he was all that good looking. I told her that he was a nice guy and had great eyes and a personality that made him adorable...and quite frankly...he was the star of the college soccer team and quite sought after by other susie-co-ed's. Maria said something that is still cracking me up as to why she thought he was great in college.... "Drew lived off campus, was a good dresser as far as athletes went and always had food in the house." Oh my gosh. How our criteria has changed. I can't remember the last time that one of my dates got a good score for living in a dump close to a college campus, who wore expensive sweatpants and had a food in his fridge. Ha. I am laughing my ass off. Maria - you are a funny and fabulous friend.
