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.
