Pumpkin, Pecan and Buttermilk

Rachel got home last night at 7:30. She swooped her arms around my waist and said she missed me yesterday. I missed her too. We crawled into my bed and began, yet another, Harry Potter movie marathon. With her arms wrapped around my own, her head on my shoulder, she drifted off to sleep. I slid from between her grip, kissed her head and tucked her in. She is still asleep this morning, clutching to every last piece of my blanket.

I am so thankful for today. It was a busy week. Not only with activities but mentally. The whole lunch date thing with lunch date guy, was ya know...lunch. It was the second time we had gone out and the second time he was really late showing up. I didn't say anything about it to him, until he mentioned how fast our time goes when we are together. I dont' remember how I put it, but basically said that I was only giving him another 5 minutes before I was headed home for the rest of my break. He had about 2 minutes left on the five, when he walked through the door. It shows a red flag to me. Being late and all. That the person isn't really interested in being there. As far as dating is concerned. I dont' want to be someones obligation, I want someone that is actually excited about spending time with me. I am old fashioned I suppose. I want the guy to make the move, the contact and the push. I have tried to be the 21st century woman and be aggressive. But I don't care for what goes with it. And, if a guy is wondering how I happen to feel? I am pretty straightforward about it. I dont' play the games. At any rate, he is a nice person. I really do think so, but I think we could be good friends and that is about it.

I sent my marketing plan to my "friend". I was going to include with that attachment, an email stating that I think he should find someone closer (He is in Illinois) to handle the marketing director position. But, just before I was ready to hit send, he sent me another email that was a complete turn around from his previous several. It was human, and nice. I thought..."Ok Lord, does this mean I give it another chance? I've been praying all night...and though I thought my decision was made, I get this." And so I changed my words. I received a reply to my document and outline yesterday morning, and he said, my friend, that it was awesome. :) So I am going to give it a go but if he batters me emotionally one more time, I am gone. It isn't that I can't take criticism. I can even though it can be a bit salty. But when it is an assault on my character and drive with nothing more than assumption and no fact to back it up, I retreat. One of my comments to him was..

"I am not going to go on anymore or argue with you about how hard I am or am not pushing myself. I push myself daily. I know what it takes to make a go of nothing. And I do damn well at it day in and day out."

End of story.

Rachel is now awake, munching on her mini wheats, and thinks that Thanksgiving should happen every month. I couldn't agree more. MMmmm pie.