tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985282011-04-21T18:26:36.911-07:00FUN WITH PERSONALITIES!<br>I am <a href="http://www.thecolorcode.com/colorcode/index.php">Yellow,</a> and this is where I keep the details of my adventurous dating life... boys of every <a href="http://www.hartmancommunications.com/colorcode/intro_colorcode.php">personality color.</a> Wanna talk to me, or apply to be the subject of some of my musings? <a href="mailto:lifeinyellow@gmail.com">Go Ahead! I dare you.</a>Ambernoreply@blogger.comBlogger2941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598528.post-79723751623406442292008-02-29T15:04:00.000-08:002008-02-29T15:07:35.803-08:00

I thought I had linked forward to the current, non-anonymous blog that is less "dating adventures" and more "hey family and friends, here is an update on our current lives" but I hadn't.Would you like to continue to peer into my life? Ok. Go ahead.Life in Yellow has evolved into almost three happy years at Living Yellow.See you there.

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We walked to the rose garden mid-block, and changed our minds. What are we thinking! We just got married! It's time to *go to sleep*.So we turned around and headed back.Then I spotted it, the perfect puddle. I ran ahead of my Yellow Farmer (HUSBAND!) and splashed giddily into its heart, wedding dress and all. Moments later I turned, and saw a freeze frame of perfection. Long knees were

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The actualy, legal, real wedding happened. He said I Do, I said something like Yup or Uh-huh.We didn't have big poems or fancy promises to say. We'd already taken care of that privately.Somebody noticed we weren't recording anything, so they were smart enough to use the movie option on there digi cam. Good thing mostly because it's all a big blur spot to me at this point. But I vividly

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So Friday morning, I woke up and put my hair in curlers, which I think I bought just now, jut for this occasion. I had to go to work, and as I can be the silly-artsy-type, my employees didn't think too much of it. They loved having what I wore be the topic of their conversations, so wearing curlers to work was no big deal, really. (My hair is straight as a ruler, so if I took the curlers out

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"Bishop, what are you doing on Friday?" He said he could make some time in the evening, do I need to come down to the church and talk about something."Actually, you're about to find out how crazy I really am. I was hoping you could officiate my wedding for me..."This caught him totally off guard. "Of course, for you! Anything! Congrats! What time? Where? How long do you want it to be?

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I promise a conclusion to my story will come. Life moves fast, and catch-up is slow...

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"I'll wait as long as you need, but I'll also marry you tomorrow if you want to!"And, I wanted to. I said, "Ok, here's your homework. Since you have a little more time than I do, will you do the research on what we need to do to legally get married?"So he did, first thing in the morning the next day. I got to work and there was an email in my inbox already. A link to a few different wedding info

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The next day was complete bliss. Church suddenly felt wonderful again. I could enjoy the speakers, even when I disagreed with them. And, amazingly, I enjoyed conducting the music.Usually, it's my least favorite thing in the world to flap my arm in front of people who aren't paying attention anyway, and if they do - it's not like you can *actually* conduct (as you would a choir, where your leading

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Many girls dream up their perfect wedding - big beautiful dress, big beautiful celebration, etc. I enjoy weddings. They ARE big a beautiful... but no matter how I try I can never actually picture MYSELF in that situation.I finally came up with my dream wedding:Me, my partner, and God - alone together in the woods, promising ourselves to each other. That's what it's really about. The deep and

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Well, some places count May 1st as May day.I'll call it D-day, for decision day.It happened to me, in much the same way it happened to Erik. We were sitting there, facing eachother and it came flashing like lightning. I KNEW what to do. It was just like when I blurted out "I'm not going to college next year." It was the opposite of what I'd always thought I would say, but I had no doubt it

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It was a full-of-fun weekend.First, Yellow Farmer and I met his family at the movie theatre to watch a fun movie with the kids. I spent most of it more captivated by the kids I was playing with than the movie itself.Then, we went to a middle school production of Guys and Dolls. For a middle school, it was exceptional. I would put it on par with an average high school production. It was an arts

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I spent the next week feeling a bit crazy. Actually, not just feeling, I was crazy!I knew there was truly no time rush, but suddenly I felt pressure to decide how I felt about the church, and if I wanted to marry my Yellow Farmer, and the last I'd been able to correspond with my sister it sounded to me like she may be getting divorced - well, she'd mentioned that word anyway (*don't worry family

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My high school friends would occasionally ask me, "So, have you been puddle hopping lately?"By this they meant, anyone close to being spouse material?My silly chick-flick little-girl dream went like this:I'd be in the Northwest (Seattle or Portland) revelling in the rain. The fantastic amazing rain or course makes puddles. Puddles are GREAT! For some reason, I would be in a formal dress, like

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I should begin with what I've left out.It began to grow really big on April 24th. A fantastically beatiful Sunday evening when I was there, looking into the amazing eyes of my Yellow farmer.Suddenly, a blast of sunshine came from his eyes, and he said "Can you guess what I'm thinking." I said I have no idea... I began to guess and he shushed me. We sat in silence for a while and I waited

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So, there's been a serious lapse of posting. I'm sorry.Hopefully, soon, I will be online at home, and I can get you all up-do-date...

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This weekend I was able to spend some time outside, which is always theraputic for me. I *was* finally hit with at least some answers, and life is back to a comfortable calm again. Not the dead stopped kind of calm, either. It's still exciting and spinning - but not so intensely I don't know what to do or think.I'm in love, In a way that I can't describe. It's comfortable. It's enduring.

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When I was a senior in high school people said I would have no problem getting scholarships. Indeed, I shouldn't have. I had a great GPA, a fine ACT score, I was president of several things, involved in many in-school and out-of-school extra curricular activities. I knew I would need a scholarship to go to college, as my parents would not be paying my way for me.But every time I had a

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I didn't want this blog to become about my questions about the church, or my part in it, or anything like that. It's supposed to stay all fun and silly about what a wonderfully exciting dating life I have… I don't think this is ego, it's just true. It IS fund and exciting.But now, I once again have a boyfriend who loves me, and is not LDS, so my church questioning ends up central to the

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Early this morning my phone rang. It was Germany calling.Actually, it was my parents calling from Germany! Very exciting.They are so excited about all the details of their new missionary life that I managed to get through the entire phone call without being asked once if I'm dating anyone! Success!LDS. Single. Ok, probably almost anyone who's single. Any phone call from someone not seen in a

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For me, it's scary to admit to how much I don't know if I even believe, and the decision I make regarding "The Sacrifice Novel" will certainly be based on that. I appreciate the outpouring of responses. I'm not easily offended - but I also take all advice with a grain of salt. It's going to come down to my beliefs. I don't, and never will, think the church is a bad thing. I don't want to

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First off, I want to say how much I can feel that people are thinking about me and praying for me. It's a powerful feeling, and I really need it right now.Most of you don't know that I went to the emergency room this weekend, and I've spent the last three days doing nothing but sleep. I won't get into the details here, but the short of it is that my eardrum burst - probably from an infection,

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Any choice we make in life involves sacrifice.Sacrifice is unavoidable.The choices we make can be qualified by the quality of the sacrifice.For example, if you sacrifice fitting in socially by having a drink of alcohol while at a party - that sacrifice is greatly outweighed by the health and mental benefits you get from not taking a drink. Good friends don't care if you drink anyway -So the

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So I thought I had written about this on here, but I guess it was one of those several times where I hit send, and the computer screen says "Cannot Find Server" and since I forgot to save the text, it's lost. I've hardly written anything of substance lately… oh well.My roommate and I were taking a gorgeous Sunday late evening walk in the Portland rain, and she told me about her first kiss with

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I met YF's entire family last weekend. He mentioned he was taking "the kids" (his four young siblings) to see The Incredibles. I asked if I could come to - and it turned out the entire family was there. Well, all but his one sister who doesn't live in Oregon, and the one in-law. (It's a *great* movie, by the way.)Then, YF remembered he had to babysit the kids that day - so I stayed to help.

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And what is Yellow Farmers opinion about my levels analysis?"I don't have a lot of time to respond, and I really shouldn't even be on the computer, but I'm just finishing up my application. But this email definitely deserves a quick response! As far as the levels of commitment - you nailed it! I'm VERY impressed with how clear you were able to make it and how well it fits. I was also thinking

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An email I sent after a night where my Yellow Farmer spoke of how he loved me, but then again said how he didn't consider me a girlfriend yet. Most people think that's strange. I didn't, but I did ask him how he thought that could be. I thought it through that night, and wrote him this the following morning:This is weird.I don't know if I've ever been with someone who speaks so openly aboutthe

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We went ballroom dancing last Friday, and on the way home the Yellow Farmer said, "I realized I'm falling in love with you."I said, "Whoa, that was fast!"He said, "I know. This is scary."

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I hadn't even thought of bringing it up yet.Oh wait, yes I had... Last week I was looking for the Yellow Farmer because I wanted to dance with him. I headed into the break room to see if he was there, and as I was about to walk out, Peter Pan was coming in. A blues song was playing, and he grabbed me and started dancing. Leter, YF walked into the break room to find Peter Pan blues dancing

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Well, I'm calling him farmer... he lives and grew up on a farm. Oldest of 8 total kids, four near his age, and four newly adopted little sprites. (8, 5, 4, and 2.)Currently for work he buys cars, fixes them up and sells them. He's decided to get a real job and move into the city soon, though.He does not wear cowboy boots. He's a lot like Idaho-white in several ways, but he's definetly a yellow. (

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So having most of my crushes together at the same events in one weekend helped me clarify something. I most definetly like the Yellow Farmer. It's time for the feast to settle down to one entree... and this time it's... something sweet and fun - like peaches. Although the other choices were fun too -He's cute. And says nice things to me. And fun. And not needy for attention. Just fun.So

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I suddenly have a roommate! I spoke to her on the phone on Tuesday, met her Wednesday, and she began moving in on Thursday. She's fantastic!Right after I met her, Portland Perfection came over to visit - on a motorcycle. I think I remember riding on a motorcycle once when I was five, and I was scared out of my wits! I can't deny that I was nervous, but my theme that has emerged for 2005 has

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I currently have a crush on a farm boy, who buys and fixes cars to make his living. He dances and likes to travel.Then there's Peter Pan the lawyer.And The Musician Boy.Not to mention some others...And ALL of them crush back.But I mostly like the farm boy. The more I know him, the more he's like Idaho White... Only a Yellow. Definetly a yellow.

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I've been having so much fun that there hasn't even been the time to think about posting.It's like back in the days when I originally started the blog - dating, but not exclusive, so many - and not really wanting to choose any of them for exclusivity.Although - PP and I will be meeting up to talk again sometime within the next few weeks, so we'll see where that leads.There were three different

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Is to have to decide or commit to any person right now.Based on much of our conversation Monday Night, Portland Perfection has decided to break up with his girlfriend because he realizes it's not based in love... it's based in fear and his desire to "fix" her. He says he doesn't expect anything with us - that would be unfair - but he has decided he wants to explore the REAL possibility of REAL

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So Portland Perfection finally found a time, and a mind-space where he could talk to me. He came over last night after I got off work. We talked for a bit about our respective issues with religious questions, and then spoke about "us." To sum up what he said, let me just share a sample from the email he sent me saying he wanted to get together to talk:"There are things in my heart that I need

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It's feasting time in feast-or-famine land...A blues dancer who's called me every day since Thursday.A beginning dancer who certainly has a crush, and was at my salon on Saturday.PP is coming over tonight to talk about "us."There is interest with the amazing artsy house party-host.There is a guy I met at that party from Seattle who's been emailing.I want to play with all, and commit to none.It's

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So this fun little desire of mine has always been to go up to a stranger, plant a huge kiss on them, and walk away. Ok, so I haven't actually done THAT - but I got close, in a moment of intentional lack of inhibition, I planted a big kiss on this blues dancer/politically involved/lawyer guy. (I know, I know! Stop it.) THAT was fun. I didn't know his name. He wouldn't tell me. I've named him

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I sent a friend a valentine who replied with the typical single Bah Humbug. I said it's about love, not just relationships. Begin the conversation:He said:ok, so I have no heart. (referring to why he's a conservative - an earlier conversation)You are well aware that there are a variety of different kinds of love. Maybe I should spend Valentines Day thinking of all the people in the world that I

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To publish part of a recent conversation with an artist-new-friend:I asked "Many people desire to be/think different. I hear it a lot, to the level of cliche. You do not seem cliche to me. So, explain, if you so kindly would, what being different means to you and why you desire it:"He wrote:"Thinking the way I do: Once I was old enough to realize most people were a bore, it caused me to question

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My world is full of questions right now. I go through this sometimes. It's a wide eyed poetic experience.I've always sorta separated church and gospel... thinking the first is good, but not IT - and the latter is IT.There are many ways to climb a mountain, some more effective, some more beautiful, but not matter what - there is only one way to reach the top = UP.But then, I was told, there are

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Portland Perfection called me today, for the first time since he got back together with the x. He's been very sick with a bronchial infection. Poor PP.I spent 5 hours on the phone last night with an old friend from middle/high school. It was great to catch up with him, and he's actually probably going to come out and visit me next month. My sophomore year, he took me to prom, and was a very

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I've been trying and trying to post - and I keep typing something, and then have to do something at work. So, I'm sitting here at 6:30 on a Friday after the staff have gone home, and I should be home eating, or cleaning, or primping for the multi-party night, or trying to finish making my curtains, but instead I'm here.I haven't written here much because I've been rapidly filling journal entries

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Did I mention on here I've been seriously pondering connections lately? On many various levels. I can't remember what is going where right now because I'm journaling at home so frequently - I don't have internet there, and handwriting things is nice right now, and I'm talking to so many people I keep thinking I've shared, and then look at my blog and see how outdated everything is... Last

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I thought I was ok again. Well, actually, I am ok. But I woke up with the blues song "Goodmorning, heartache" in my head. Then, at lunch today - I was sitting with my "Wild Ideas" journal trying to think of ways I can experience being less cautious. What I can do to allow myself to feel like I have for the past month - even without him. I began crying. Dang! Just now I checked my email. I

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I would at least like to hear something like "you're right. I have to have nothing to do with you to be fair to her." Hearing nothing, absolutely nothing at all, kinda wierds me out. At least a goodbye. At least a no more. But not nothing.

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I've always been an overly cautious person. That doesn't mean I hide who I am from others - - - for example... When I was little I took ballet for a very short time. I quit because they wanted me to do a cartwheel. I tell people I was upset because cartwheels are not part of ballet. The truth is it was mostly because I was afraid if I tried to do a cartwheel, the weight of my body would make my

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I had scheduled a dance practice and dancing with a blues dancing guy for yesterday. Perfect timing! We ended up skipping the focussed practice at his home, and just going straight to the blues club to practice/dance to the live music there. It took me a long time to get in the right mindset, but by the end of the night, I experienced exactly what the blues are supposed to do. I had the blues

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When I did talk to him, something was there. I may have changed my mind when I said we'll definetly remain good friends. I saw him, them, at the performance last night... it was definetly weird. For her sake, for his, for mine - he's shut the door to us. Our friendship was too powerful, that it can't co-exist with full fair devotion to her. That hurts much more than the lack of a romantic

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I wanted to write more about my last post, go in to details etc., and perhaps I still will, but I experienced something I’ve never felt in this way before: heartbreak. I’ve never fallen for anyone so fast, never allowed myself to GO with those feelings so fast, and never had the kind of heartache where I randomly burst out into tears throughout the day. I’ve never felt this way. We’re

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I spoke with Mvob yesterday. I needed to tell him that I've met someone else I was interested in. Mvob, again, appeared to take it very well. He told me his feelings for me hadn't changed, but it was good of me to let him know where I was so he could let go of some of his hope. One of my friends heard from him that we were broken up. He had told her I needed time to think about things, but I

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(For any readers who are not a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, this is what I refer to when I say "activity" or "the church" or "a member." As I am part of the church, and dating within this realm is part of what this blog is about, it's easier just to refer to things that way.) I haven't been completely honest here. Portland Perfection's current activity in the

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Without ever eliciting it, I got the story of the divorce, which rests aside possible worries. He was young, and not active in the church at the time. Neither was she. They had a civil wedding. They never had children because he knew they weren't ready for it, and had a bad feeling any time she brought it up. He really wants children in his future, though. I think he said the marraige was

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I just can't keep up on details of what's happening right now. For one thing, I don't have the compelling need to figure things out and therefore write about them because things are so amazingly perfect. For another thing, I just flat out have not had time. The first weekend we were supposed to go to the performance art workshop - an ice storm hit the city, and it was cancelled. So we spent the

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From Me: My tender bruised shoulders thank you again for your kindness and craft. (I carry enormous tention in my shoulders, which no one has ever been able to erradicate. PP ((Portland Perfection)) did make a little progress, though.) My sleepy eyes appologize for keeping you up so late. (I left at 1:30 - too too late. We get lost in conversation. YES - conversation, I jest not.) My tummy,

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Last Friday, one of my co-workers was hosting a party. Of course, I had to show up, but at the same time I am not one who enjoys being at the world's variety of typical parties. At the same time, I would feel slightly inconsiderate showing up and leaving very quickly all on my own merits. SO, I called for backup. If "Portland Perfection" (I'm test driving names here) came with me I'd have a great

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First Date was great. At first I was really very nervous about meeting him. Only once before have I met someone that I met online, and my first date ever - was actually someone I met as a pen-pal, and we spoke on the phone several times. Penpal/Phone Friend guy = BAD Date. Other online guy - Not so much. He was not what I intended on meeting, and when he proposed something improper -could

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Sorry - no time. Quick Facts. Four dates now, still going great. No kissing yet - I'm sick with this icky congestion, so I haven't even gone there. We're going to the coast next weekend. He's a blue, just as I suspected. Hopefully, I'll fill in more later.

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Reading the comments others have made about him in his online profile, everyone else is madly in love with him too. He's one of those instant charmers. He's a youth couselor, working on a psychology degree. He earned an initial BA in computer graphics and design, worked in business for a while, and decided he no longer wanted to work for "the man," so he's back in a school. Very much into

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I know. Some of you have been dying with anticipation to find out how my blind date went last Friday. Well, I don't care what happens from here on out. Knowing that my dream man exists and that I actually had a date with him, I can die happy. Oh, and we're going out again this coming Saturday. More later.

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If learning how to partner dance (Ballroom, Swing, or Salsa) was a required part of LDS training for those 16 and older, it would solve all the social awkwardness problems that go hand in hand with the culture of LDS dating. Why? Because the cause of the problems are all solved in dancing. The problem is the pressure. The pressure comes from the drive to find your eternal companion, and

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Expectations lead to dissapointments. Or at least that's always the case for me. That's why I'm truly an optimistic pessimist. I expect the worst not only because then I'm prepared, but because then I'll know I'll be happy with everything but the worst. Last night I went dancing again. It was very sparsely attended, and the reason I paid the $8 cover was because most people inside were ones I

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Just a little over a week single, and in one day I had three different guys calling to ask me out - for the same evening! AND I had to work that evening. One guy wanted to go lindy-hip-hop dancing, another wanted to go blues dancing and the other one wanted dinner. I had to work, but I did go with guy 1 after work. Guy 3 of the above listed has been around since before I moved here. I sent a

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But in a good way. I spent the morning cleaning my apartment, which was exactly what I wanted to do. I never have time - so using my day off was very welcomed. Then, the one Portland dancer I knew already (from college dancing days) called and let me know of a get together Christmas day. I joined one girl and six guys (most of them Jewish) for a day of Chineese food, movies, and Blues

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Last night, I went swing dancing for my first time since moving to Portland. (I've danced in Boston, Denver, and Aspen since I moved here... but hadn't danced here.) It was the best decision I've made in a while. I had so much fun dancing, that someone suggested we go swing dancing at a hip hop club after the dance was over. I went. It was great. It was so good that my hip hurts. (I was about to

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See, all my wondering about weather or not I like Mvob was because I had placed a deadline on myself. I'm leaving early tomorrow morning for two weeks of training/vacation in Colorado. I was hoping to figure out how I feel about him before then so that I could either have no problem being loyal to him, or have no problem flirting. Well, I didn't meet my deadline. I'll be going out with Mvob

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This will have to be extremely short... I'm at work, and it's the morning when there actually is a lot to do. I just had to post a comment that was emailed to me instead of posted here: Hi, was just reading your blog... only get to it once every few weeks. Your Nov 16th note about being irritated leads me to the question... were you paying attention to where you were in your cycle? I wake up

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We were sitting around the dinner table, Me, Aunt, Uncle, Sister & Hubby, Bro & Wife, Mom, Gram, and Dad. Dad was being silly before opening prayer. Everyone had big smiles on their faces, including Gram (who's very slowly recovering from a recent stroke plus heart attack). On top of all that, some people actually went the extra mile to make some food specially for me so that there would actually

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So, I like him again. Something hit me Friday, and I decided to once again enjoy Mvob's company - and it worked. We went to Beacon Rock on Saturday, and had a perfect little hike on a perfect weather day in the beautiful Columbia River Gorge. Then, we came back and watched Breakfast at Tiffany's. Sunday, he came over to read scriptures with me before church (it's becoming a "thing we do"

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I'm gonna publish a response I just wrote to Idaho White... Ah [Idaho White]. You need a hug. I can somewhat say I relate [to being "on the edge of becoming many things thatI want to be, so long as I pick up the ball and run with it"] - but I don't know. After you left, I was in a down I haven't been in for a long time. I called you and spoke a bit. I still don't know exactly where things

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So it's been a few weeks since all the DTR and L-word stuff happened. Last week was a rough one. All week long, every time I was with Mvob he irritated me. ...I must qualify... He does everything right: *He got me flowers and a card last week, 'cause he could tell I was "down" *He tried teasing me to cheer me up *He especially went out of his way to plan on spending Friday night with me,

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Too much happens, and when I don't have internet at home to keep me up too late after work, things don't get posted... what with Idaho White coming to visit, and the stresses of this week and all. So OK, OK, I'll write something already. I'm at the point where I really need to anyway. So here's the deal. I'm at the point in my life where I'm getting that irritating itch to settle down, and I

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I wish I had more time to write, but there was a DTR level 2 last weekend, involving discussion of the L word. I brought up discussion, he used the word. I don't know, but I'm working on deciding. Neither of us want to rush anything.

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At a YSA dance... for just a few minutes. Mvob: This is why I lost interest in dances. I just don't like the attitude of the girls at these things. Me: Do you know the girls here? Mvob: Actually, I do know alot of them. Me: How do you know their attitudes? ---- Later, in the car driving home. Mvob: One thing I like about you is you really help to get me grounded sometimes. Snap me back

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Regarding those lists people make about who they want to marry... I was heavily influenced by a talk given by Gordon B. Hinckley in the General Relief Society Broadcast a year ago. He said two things which stood out to me, one of which I'm mentioned before; "Be an asset, rather than a liability, to a celestial marraige." In addressing the young single women directly he said, "Aim high, but not

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You know how most people are one way around their family, another way around their friends, yet another way among strangers, different one on one, and yet different among acquaintances? One of my favorite things about Mvob is that he's not. He's just as silly and quirky one on one as he in with strangers, with his family, or with my family this weekend. He did silly things all the time... just

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Last weekend was great. Mvobs family is mucho fun, and full of teasing. The coast/beach was great. I saw a sea otter, who came pretty close to us, and the birds let us get really close. The black rocks and big logs were wonderful, the wind was lovely, and the company was delightful. I LOVE playing with kids! Several of his nieces and nephews were there, and one niece stole all my food! Well, she

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Mvobs family jokes around a lot. His brother was saying sometime about me being part of the family, and the brothers' wife misinterpreted it to mean we were engaged. Boy was she embarrased to find out she was wrong. :) I think I'm going to get out of Portland for the first time since I'm moved here. I've been invited to join Mvob's family for a beach trip this weekend. As long as nothing

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Some comments deserve to be more than just comments - so they will appear now as dialogue. anything in [brackets] is what I have to say... “You spend a lot of time wondering if he is smart or not.” [It sure appears that way, with how little I write. That in itself is not a true concern, the thoughts have been more about what makes someone a "smart person" and whether anything like book smarts

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It finally hit me what a hard week it's been. Tears even came when I was reading the email from my mother about how my grandma is doing, even though most of the email talked about how well she's doing and her good spirits. She's my only grandparent I've ever known well - and it's hitting me right now. I should change subjects because thinking about this is seriously making me cry... Today I let

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I wish I had more time to write. I wish I had more time to sleep. I have to go to work now. I began moving the first of my boxes accross the street today. Mvob came over to help me. Getting my stuff there is going to be the super easy part. But, I need to give that place a thorough cleaning first. It's a bit grimey. I've been sick the past few days. Not sick enough to stay home, but sick

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My employees are into astrology. I like personality things, but believe so strongly that you become who you choose to be that having your personality determined by when you were born and where the stars were seems absolutely ridiculous to me. For example, at our weekly pizza night (post working hours - subsidized gourmet pizza for the purpose of socializing and recruitment) one of my employees

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I attempted to get guest artists on my blog last night. Wait, I'll start at the beginning - After Mvob gave me The Phone Call, we planned on watching it last night. But then, my relief society president called me to make sure I had directions to our r.s. sleepover party. Oh yeah! It's girl's night! So I worked it in, and Mvob and I watched The Phone Call ("Don't press your luck Joe"), then

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I got to sleep in today! That's not going to happen again for a month. Sorry if you can't hear my audio blogs. It's just going to be a whole lot easier to call and leave an audio blog while walking to/from work, or running errands for work, than it is to find time to get to a computer. I'll still probably have moments where I can hop on and read comments, though. Anyway - last night I had

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