Day 1047: Of Bad TV and Awesome Nights

Time has seriously, seriously flown. This past week has been crazy. The new paralegal has started at the office, and she is several different kidns of cool. She's a newlywed who just graduated from law school but isn't licensed to practice in Idaho, so we have a lot in common. She's fun to talk to. We only talk once or twice a day because we're both eyeballs-deep in legal research in front of our respective computers, but she's cool. We could genuinely be friends. I've been here for nearly a year and now I'm finally making friends. I wonder if it always took this long before, or if being married and wrapped up in my life with Cody is making the whole socializing thing slow.

Cody and I have been married for almost a year. Some days he irritates the living daylights out of me, but most days? Most days he makes me ridiculously happy. We'll be eating dinner and I'll look across the table at him and he just makes me smile. I have read my fair share of sappy romances (possibly more than my fair share) and when I was younger I wondered what it would feel like, to wake up every morning and know there was another person who was the other half of my life, who was in my space and part of the rhythm of my routine. I suppose I'm thinking about it more now that I'm getting ready to go on my business trip to San Antonio and I won't see my husband for a whole week. It'll be the longest we've ever been apart since we got married. At first I thought it would be kind of fun, you know? Girl alone week.

But then I remembered it's really hard to sleep alone now, and I had to smuggle one of his shirts into my suitcase to sleep in because it smells like him. Poor Cody has been studying for his first GRE exam all week like a fiend, so he's been tense and nervous. He stayed down in Blackfoot last night because the test is in Pocatello, and if he wanted to sleep more it was just easier to crash somewhere where the morning drive wouldn't be long. He came home last night after work and we went on a blitz of a date - got burgers at Five Guys and did a quick supply run to Wal-Mart. But we had a great time. He made me laugh so hard, trading stupid jokes and talking about life. That's the best thing about Cody - he makes me laugh.

Kenpo was good this week. We got rough and tough it was seriously good times. I really like the people I train with, and I really like Herbie. I'm going to miss him when I leave (although probably not as much as I miss Tomie pretty much all the time). Bellydancing has been going well. I've picked up some new moves, and I'm doing veil work for the first time, which is pretty cool. I love dancing. I've missed it for a few years.

I talked to my girl BenTen on the phone about writing. Nothing makes me more inspired about writing than talking to her. Cody is the best sounding board I have, but for some of the more finesse issues, I need another writer, especially one I've been writing with for years. I also talked to Angela for a good long while, just to catch up and shoot the breeze (and find out who's been watching Dawson's Creek on my NetFlix account, although I really can't judge because I'm watching Dark Angel, which is full of Jessica Alba not being able to act and Jensen Ackles being distressingly young).

I've been trying to stay in pretty constant email contact with my poor bored mom. Having this super awesome wireless keyboard (early anniversary present, I know) has made the whole emailing on my phone thing super easy. I am taking my laptop to Texas with me so I can watch DVDs, do some heavier stuff, and of course have Skype conversations with my friends and family.

I am excited to see my family tonight. We're going to carve pumpkins, I think, and I think I need more ridiculous pictures of me with my pretty little niece. My poor brother-in-law lost his grandfather earlier this year, and now his grandmother has died. The funeral is today. But I'm crashing with them before flying out tomorrow. Poor Cody has a test the Monday after next, so there's more studying for him.

Cody, his mom, and I did spend an awful lot of time watching the newest episode of SPN on Thursday night, eating edamame and laughing at how awesome Mrs. Tran was. (Make fun of Tiger Moms all you want. There is something to be respected in discipline and tradition.) I've also been crocheting lots - I'm on my third Christmas hat - and been writing. The novel I intended to write is not the novel that's going well, but I'm all right with that. I learned long ago to accept the muse and run with it.

Here's to things going well in San Antonio.

I'm going to miss my Cody. :(