(see my guy's perfectly paid for truck, but please ignore me. Yikes)
"You're kind of rowdy on your blog." My husband told me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Sting operations, hotel prom dates, shirtless werewolves... I've been reading your blog and it's pretty crazy."
"Well you know that thing with Jacob (the hunky werewolf) is all tongue and cheek. It doesn't mean anything." I explained.
"It's true dad." Paige piped in. "She even says that she didn't like Jacob or Edward by the time she finished reading the books." (thanks Paige)
"Oh I know." Rick said. "I'm not upset. I'm just saying, you're pretty rowdy."
In my defense, I usually wasn't "rowdy" on purpose (usually) I was just a silly naive girl who did stupid naive things, but I survived to tell about it so sometimes I do just that, I tell about it.
And about hunky werewolf boy Jacob... I don't really lust the lad. He's a child for heaven's sake, younger than my own son, but I do respect the heck out the kid for being able to create that awesome bod and it is purty. Even Rick and Landon let out an audible "holy crap" when they came into the room while I was watching a New Moon special on TV, "that kid's only 17?" They asked in amazement.
I have always respected disciplined, hard working, determined people, probably because those are the traits I desire most in myself. It's why I turned my nose up at the young man with the daddy bought Porsche who once vied for my affection, (note to any single guys who are reading this, of which I am sure there are none, "You'd like me if you knew what kind of car I drive." Is not a good pick up line. No it is not.) but agreed to date the boy with the Corvette because he had set a goal to buy it himself by the time he reached 21, and HE DID. Impressive. I've never been impressed by fancy cars, but the determination to work hard and buy one was something to respect.
Which is why I told my dad, with a gleam in my eye, "And his truck is paid off. And he paid it off himself." When I talked about the new boy, Rick, who had stolen my heart. I knew this was a young man who I would always be able to count on, and so he has been. Love him.
He's my Jaward. All of the best traits of Jacob and Edward rolled into one perfect guy who, rowdy girl or not, loves me so completely that I have to just pinch myself and thank those angels for singing that day he walked past my desk 20 years ago. I am a lucky girl indeed.
And a HAPPY BIRTHDAY shout out to my precious Jamie who turned 8 this weekend