I’d like to do something a little different today on the blog. Something I have never done before.
Focus on someone else other than me.
It’s time to acknowledge my girlfriend Jessica for a for a few reasons. First, and most recent is that she stayed behind in Chicago while I went to New York to hang out at BlogHer for the weekend. While this doesn’t unique I should mention a few items.
- She doesn’t live in Chicago, but Atlanta
- She drove up from Atlanta to Chicago to do this
And, oh yeah, this is the second time she’s made the drive in the past two months. The drive is about 13 hours and I’m not sure a woman ever spent thirteen hours doing anything for me – and I once was married!
So, okay, she drove up and hung out and watched tv in your condo all weekend. Cry me a river!
Well, it’s true that she probably plowed through seven seasons of Law and Order SVU. Still have never met a man who watches that show, by the way. But it’s also true that she totally redesigned and organized my entire closet.
When my then-wife had moved out during our separation she emptied our bedroom closet which was entirely stocked with her digs. I assumed she was coming home, so I kept my clothes in the second bedroom. After she divorced I just never moved the clothes back into the master bedroom. Plus, two of the clothing racks had ripped out of the wall.
I have always meant to get it fixed up, and even drew plans. My mom even gave me her credit card number to do this for my birthday. I just never made the order for some reason. No psychological block or anything – I just sort of forgot. I’ve been dressing in my second bedroom for five years, so I wasn’t that uncomfortable with it.
Finally Jessica was disgusted enough to take action. Not only did she completely redo the closet, but then moved ALL of my clothes over there. This was a major taks, and I had no idea she was doing it.
This is reminiscient of her second visit when I woke up late in the morning and she was already going through my kitched reorganizing things. When she saw me she became nervous and asked if it was okay that she was moving things around.
Okay? You’re asking me if you can voluntary do physical labor to better organize my kitchen? Hmm… Let me think about whether this offends my sensibilities. Well… this is a tough decision, and I’m not happy about it, but, okay, go ahead.
A woman was reorganizing my kitchen and cleaning and throwing out my old, gross crap! Jackpot, right!
During BlogHer Jessica sent a few photos and I nearly cried. Not only did she drive up from Atlanta, shuttle me to the airport, take care of my dog, water the plants and flowers, but then install closet hardware and move all my clothes into such closet.
If you are not familiar with how I met my girlfriend, you should click here to read the story – trust me, it’s worth it.
I’d also like to say (although I think I’ve written this before but too lazy to check) that the only reason I have her in my life is that I started a blog. She was a reader and I pursued her because she was a hot reader. Here we are nearly a year later, and I couldn’t be happier.
Okay, that’s enough about her. Let’s get back to the most important person in the universe. I’m looking at him in the mirror right now. Handsome mofo.
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That looks fucking amazing… I wish my closet looked that good.
Wow, lucky man. You know when a girl organizes your crap, she’s a keeper!!
What a great meeting story! I have to admit, that is one ballsy chick you have. She’s really cute and she can organize a closet like boss. I think you better hold on to this one.
She’s definitely a keeper! Now you’re properly…er…closeted?
Uhhhh… DJ… You have got to give your readers more perspective! Hahahahha! While you were hanging out, navigating the islands of your life, using Sharpies to draw a map representation of all that you are and what you have become, your awesome girlfriend was hauling loads of clothes from one room to another! Hahahha! Seriously though, it was great meeting you. I didn’t get a chance to extend the offer: When you’re ready to put your book idea together, contact me. I’ll help any way I can. You were so kind to me. I want to reciprocate.
and I thought me driving 5 hours every weekend to organize my boyfriend’s apartment was a big achievement
Whoa there, will she come do my closet?
I know I just opened myself up to a lot of lewd jokes.
Did she use power tools to do this “redo”? She sounds like a badass. I like it.
Damn your wardrope is neat unlike mine which is a mess……..ok maybe not a mess but not as neat as yours………….lol
Very nice…It’s always the nice little extra things someone does for us that makes us appreciate them even more!
Aaron
It sounds like she’s a keeper in a great many ways. I’d say it’s less the things that she does like coming to house sit, organizing your kitchen or your closet, but the fact that she’d be willing to do these things for you definitely speaks to how much she cares for you.
I discovered your blog through Twitter … in part because a good friend of mine, @TCStream, was at BlogHer and I was kicking myself for not going so I noticed other people’s #BlogHer tweets (like yours). I can’t wait for next year! (and from the way it looks here it’ll be in your hometown!)
@lovelitho Thank you!
Get a significant other to do this for you. It’s the only way!
You’re not wrong!
@ModMomBeyondIndieDom Good one!
@SrslyAmusing Well, I did threaten her with a severe beating if she didn’t do some sort of project while I was at BlogHer. Women love a commanding man.
@dadblunders Just as long as she stays thin, that’s the most important thing. Right?
I don’t get into the details, Kelly. I just say, “Good job – now what’s for dinner? Pass me a domestic beer.”
@JoAnneMeadows Well, I can loan out my girlfriend on consignment. Deal?
She would except dealing with hatboxes really isn’t her thing.
@Chimera_swa You need to find a more local boyfriend. I suggest looking on Craigslist under “Casual Encounters.”
@wendywallace Thanks Wendy – I loved meeting you as well. I don’t remember me being kind, but at least I didn’t fire off the c-word!