I'm becoming the mom I always wanted...

The dishes are done, there are brownies cooling on the stove and in the dining room is a bag fill of home crafted Valentine goodies waiting to be distributed to the kids in little T's class.

What the fuck is going on?

I was talking to my sister about kid/adult/relationship/mom stuff today.  Sometimes my sister really amazes/surprises me.  She actually made chocolate lollipops for her kids class.  Who the fuck makes chocolate lolipops?!?!  We both have the mentality that we want to send the kids to school with the coolest treats because our mom never did shit like that when we were in school.  Ever.  Not that my mom isn't a good lady.  She is and I love her dearly but she was never the Betty Crocker type mom.

It's been awhile and I'm a bit late but we're due for the latest edition of "A year ago today I..."  Actually it wasn't a year ago, it was a year from last Thursday.  It was my first date with the Terrorist.  I went over to his house, he made dinner, we ate, drank mulled wine and watched a movie.  I was kinda nervous.  I recall sitting outside of his house and calling Lesley. 

Holy shit, I've been fucking one person for over a year.  Yeah, I totally put out on the first date and if memory serves me correctly, which I know it does, I made the first move.  Made out with him in the kitchen... it was hot! It still is too. 

Speaking of sex... this weekend was an awesome weekend.  For MANY reasons, one of them is the awesome sex that was had.  Saturday night we watched some Star Trek then went to bed.  It was one of those nights when I was laying there thinking... "I'd love to have my hands all over him, or his hands all over me... mmmm... yeah, that sounds delicious"  But somewhere between thinking it and acting on it, I completely passed out.  I woke up to my hip being tugged on in a way that can only mean one thing.  Awesome way to wake up.  Fucking amazing sex too, I fear the neighbor might have heard us.  (Which I'm not really that worried about because we hear him play his crap music all the time.)  The best part...  after all was said and done and we were all cuddled up and ready to drift off in a post coitial slumber... IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!!

I think I'm going to go attack those brownies and watch some Dexter or Star Trek.