Is this what happens when you grow up? Time just goes BAM! GONE!

I'm midway into August? Already? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? I haven't been to the Red Cross in a month? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

Time is running away with me this summer. I feel like since I've been in Buffalo I've been on warpspeed.

Anyhoo, how's life going for me?

I still thoroughly enjoy my job. I've already been working there for three months, which is kind of hard to believe. BUT I really need to get hauling on the second job hunt. I've just been ill motivated the past week or so.

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Today I have spent recovering from a weekend with Matt's family. His cousin got married down in East Aurora and everyone was out in force. It was actually a really nice time as I was in my element in the big-family-gathering scene. Everything was just very natural and relaxed and I was quite glad that I knew everyone but was also free of a certain amount of obligations given that I am not blood family. I can just be the girlfriend and that's it.

The bride made her own dress and it was quite classy and beautiful with a very traditional Episcopal wedding. (Stand sit, stand sit, sing, pretend to pray.) Matt was proud of me for how well I did with it considering I am not remotely Christian. I just said "Hey, I can respect it. I can appreciate the words even if the faith they are from is not my own. I can sing the songs for the bride and groom and endow the overall meaning with my own personal spirituality as opposed to the Christian." The place where I drew the line: there was NO WAY I was taking communion, but hey, other people refrained too, including Matt, who doesn't do the Outer Sacraments. (Symbolically drinking Jesus's blood and eating his body is too much for me as a non-believer.)

The reception was nice, centered around a book theme, since the bride and groom are bookaholics. There was even a book exchange! I thought that was awesome. The speeches came at the end of the night, which was not good. The bar had been open for FAR too long by then and the Maid of Honor made vague sexual innuendos using airplanes and chocolate in her speech, while the Best Man literally went on for a half hour with the weird stories that never really made a point.

While for the most part I charmed everyone, I also managed to make an ass of myself by literally falling on my ass in front of Matt's ENTIRE family. I WASN'T EVEN DRINKING! I was just half-backward running to see if everyone would be in frame for a photo and then BAM! Flat on my ass, felt a pop in my ankle and everyone just staring at me like "Oh my god." I bounced right up and was like "I'm okay!" -wince- and proceeded to join them for photos but my ankle was definitely a little bit swollen.
Two days later it's still swollen but hasn't bruised at all. I'm wondering if something popped out and then into place and I managed to piss off a muscle at the same time (I feel a pull in the side of my calf if I turn my foot a certain way. It's weird). I was actually pretty pissed because I should know better than to do stupid things on my feet and I KNOW that my ankles will loosey-goosey on me if I don't watch them. They're the main reason why I lose my balance and tend to be light on my feet since they're not very stable.
So, I'm going to keep watching my leg for the next week and hope it works out for the best.

Other things that happened this weekend: Matt's sister, Elizabeth, has a boyfriend-not-boyfriend thing that I met this weekend. Basically, he's been in the picture as a friend for a year a half and from what we've heard he treats Elizabeth like a boyfriend would treat a girlfriend. (As in, he drove across the country to go to this wedding with Elizabeth.) But nothing has ever happened between them. Elizabeth likes him but from what we heard it has never been reciprocated in terms of romantic feeling.
Well, I saw it for myself this weekend.
He is dead pan not interested in her as more than a friend AT ALL. His entire body language screams it. He's a REALLY awesome friend but he wants nothing more with her. He has more romantic chemistry with women he has just met. I saw this plain and clear with my own eyes.
And it's sad because he is a nice guy. He's conventionally attractive, tall, blonde, Finnish, fit and tiny hipped, and he even shakes his butt when he walks. I'm not attracted to him but he fits the standard beauty mold of gorgeous, and again with natural ass shaking included. Elizabeth has never had a boyfriend and she is about 27 or 28 now. It's got to be complete and utter fucking torture. But it is not ever going to happen. It's almost sad because I hoped seeing them together would prove my thoughts wrong. She needs to move on and it sucks because he's genuinely a cool person so I can see why that would be hard.
At some point Matt and I feel the need to give her this talk, once her life isn't such hell. (She's going for her PhD and her sponsoring professor died about two months ago, so her life is really in flux at the moment.) I feel really bad for her.

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So yeah, it was a good time and now we're just getting back in the swing of normal life.
This week I'm doing research at the Historical Society to fill out the latest script (which is BS but that's a rant for another day) and re-motivating myself.

Again, romantic life with Matt has been really strong. I have this thing I do where I'm really tired and we're lying in bed and I just start to spew my love for him and I can't stop. I've done that a lot the past week. We crunched each other toes pretty bad recently but we forgave each other and moved on. Normal couple stuff. Functional.
TMI Warning: the whole living together thing in no way has impaired our bedroom life at all. It's been just progressively more awesome lately and after we just look at each other like "Holy mother hiefers, whoa." I think it helps that we've both been REALLY happy lately.
In terms of post-surgery it's just regular routine. I felt kind of bad for him every time he got the pointed "How are you doing?" I still get that about him. Honestly? He's perfectly fine, just monitors how much he eats.

It's kind of funny, he says he loves living with me because he never has to worry about deserts disappearing. He literally had a whole cheesecake to himself for a week because I wasn't in the mood for it. Or can make fruit deserts and knows I'll never touch them. (However, cookies are another thing but this man makes ginger snaps that can cause legit foodgasms.)

So yup, still in love, still happy, still feeling pretty good about life. Not as comfortable as I'd like to be financially but I think for the most part everything is still running smoothly.

Peace.
~Lo