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Xoxo
Desirae
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Xoxo
Desirae
Dear Blog
Gerard just told me that he has to go on another business trip this weekend. Things at his job are working out very well for him. I couldn’t be prouder. I had his suite sent off to the dry cleaners so it would be ready for his trip this weekend.
I probably should iron some of his shirts as well…
My mother-in-law stopped by the house this morning. She promised to help me with the garden out back. It felt weird having her teach me about gardening…I always imagined that when I started gardening in my own house that My mother would be the one teaching me. I guess I’m also adapting to the idea of having a mother-in-law.
It’s very true what they say about getting married… you don’t just marry the person you love, but you marry their family as well.
I have to say that in the last year, Gerard’s mother has proven to be a better mother-in-law than I would ever imagine.
Till Next time
xoxo
Desirae
Dear Blog
Just a quick update.
I was going through my old diaries and I found this entry that I wrote during my first year of college. It was written a while after I met Gerard and we had began to seriously hang out.
I was at dinner with my parents and talking with my dad.
Me: Gerard’s girl friend graduates in two months and she already has her own restaurant set up…
Dad: His girlfriend?
Me: Well, his gal friend… His Facebook status says that they are engaged, but that’s just a joke. He says there isn’t anything serious between them.
Dad:…oh…Are you going to marry him?
Me: What? No! (nervous laughter) What makes you say that?
Dad: He is always around you. You two always are hanging out. It just seems like you are holding off for something more…
Me: He is just a friend dad…Pleazz… I’m still in college, I’m not even thinking about getting married.
I said I wouldn’t and I did.
And who would have known…. Dad does know “best”. Or at he kind of guessed the future. I did end up marrying my best friend. I guess the past “I’ll never” does catch up with you.
Lol.
Till Next time.
XOXO
Desirae
Dear Blog
I am a movie addict. I was sitting in our half-furnished TV room watching “How to lose a guy in 10 days” when the doorbell rang. (I was feeling lazy today, so I didn’t have anything fancy on. I was wearing my over-sized green V top and favorite black sweat pants along rainbow colored winter socks. I think I had my hair pulled back in a rubber band (and my hair is waist length long). I basically looked like a mess. )
I got up to answer the door and was greeted by Bryce. Normally he is very smiley, but as he stared back at me, he looked like he’d been hit by a train.
“Hey Bryce! Come in.”
He walked in and shook my hand. “Hi Rae. I don’t want to get to close to you; I think I am coming down with a cold. I don’t want you to get sick as well…”
“Oh, don’t be silly. I won’t get sick and even if I do, I do not mind. I don’t have to worry about getting up for a job, so I’ve got plenty of time to stay in bed being sick.” I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “It’s great that you stopped by. I was just watching a movie on television. But it’s great to have company.”
“I won’t stay long; I just stopped by to say ‘hello’ and see if you have any apple cinnamon tea. The store doesn’t have anymore and I know you always stock up on that tea.”
I laughed. I am addicted to apple cinnamon tea. I cannot get enough of it. Gerard hates that tea, so it is a little guilty pleasure that I can enjoy. Bryce likes that kind of tea as well, so it’s nice to have someone else that shares my taste in tea. I had just bought 4 boxes of apple cinnamon tea (each box has about 24 bags.) I walked to the pantry and brought out a box for him.
“Here you go. Keep the box. You don’ know when the store will have the tea again. Treat yourself to some delicious tea while you are sick.”
Smiling he took the box from me. I could tell that he didn’t feel well.
“Bryce, why don’t you stay a while and have a cup of tea with me. I’ll make us chicken soup for lunch and some grill cheese sandwiches.” I put my arm around his arm. “What do you say?”
“I don’t want to bother you…”
“Oh, it isn’t a bother at all. I am alone here, and I was about to make myself some tea.” I pulled him towards the couch in the TV room and put a blanket around him. I put two cups of teas to heat up in the microwave and looked for some tissues. When I walked back into the room, he had his head leaning back against the couch and he’d wrapped himself up in the blanket. I handed him his cup of tea and sat down next to him. We stared at the TV for a few minutes and let the sound coming from the movie echo through the room. Slowly he put his head against mine.
“I miss them…” he said.
I didn’t have to ask who he was talking about. I knew he was talking about his parents. Two and a half years ago, his parents were accidently killed in crossfire between policemen and drug dealers. They were at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a horrible day. Gerard had been the one who went with him to identify the bodies. I don’t know the details, (and I never asked) but the funeral was close-casket, all I know is that that image haunts Bryce. (I wouldn’t doubt that it will haunt him until the day he dies.) Bryce, like me, is an only child. He didn’t have anyone else. His grandparents and uncles have been taking turns checking in on him. During the months that followed after their death two of Bryce’s older cousins moved in with him at his parents’ house. But eventually they moved back out and continued with their life. Bryce has been living there alone for about a six months now. I think he is fixing the house so that he can rent the house and have roommates.
I have told Bryce that he can always come and stay with us in our new home. He is more than welcome to stay overnight or weekends. He says he will take up the offer some day, but he can’t stay away from his home more than a couple days.
Now as he sits beside me, my heart breaks. He is sick and needs pampering and love. I lean closer to him and hug him. I kiss the top of his head and hold him in my arms while I rub his back. Eventually I heard him breathing steadily and I knew he’s fallen asleep. Gently I moved off the couch and went in the kitchen.
Bryce slept for about an hour and a half, when he finally woke up, he looked rested. He ate the chicken soup and grill cheese sandwich that I made for lunch/dinner.
I am grateful that my mother taught me small things in the kitchen so that I was helpful for Bryce today. The rest of the evening Bryce and I sat on the couch in front of the heater talking and laughing at old memories. It was a lazy day with my best friend.
“Bryce…” I said as I stretched my legs on the lazy-boy chair we have in the room.
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” He answered smiling. He looked at his wrist watch and started to get up off the couch. “It is getting late and I think it would be best if I got home. I have an important meeting tomorrow at the studio. Thank you for the meal…”
“You don’t need to thank me. You know you are welcome here any time. It was nice hanging out today.” I walked him to the door and handed him a Tupperware with leftover chicken soup. “If you still feel bad by Monday, you should go to the doctor. Take it easy tomorrow. It’s Saturday, you still need to rest.”
He chuckled to himself. He looked a lot better than when he arrived earlier. I think he just really needed to rest and enjoy a homemade hot meal.
“Thank you again for having me. You are a saint.” He gave me a long hug and walked to his car. The house suddenly feels empty and sad. Gerard will be home in about 2 hours, but I feel alone right now.
I had started doing laundry earlier, but when Bryce came I completely forgot. As I put the wet clothes from the washing machine into the dryer my mind wanders into a state of limbo. I mentally go over what has happened during the day and think back to how far my friendship with Bryce and Gerard has come.
My train of thought gets interrupted when I hear my cel phone ring. I read on the call ID that it’s my agent.
“Hello?”
“Desirae! I’ve got wonderful news for you.” My agent said in a
“Really? What is it?”
“Your novel, “Heart Be True” has just gotten approved and goes into printing on Monday!! By Thursday your book will be in every bookstore!”
“Yes! Thank you! Thank you sooo much!” I jumped up and down in excitement. “That IS wonderful news!”
“We are proud of you…”
“I hope it lives up to my previous novel.”
“Oh, you don’t worry about that!” She said. “By the way, have you found a job yet?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Listen, my nephew goes to the “LongVille* School” I heard they are hiring teachers. Why don’t you apply there?”
“I’ll take it into account! Thanks!”
“You are welcome. I have to go doll. But enjoy your evening and celebrate!”
I’m going to jump in the shower and get dressed up. I’m going to tell Gerard that we are going out for dinner. I don’t care if it’s a fancy restaurant or just to the local hamburger spot. My novel is hitting the stores soon and I am so excited!!
Till next time.
XOXO
Desirae
*Name changed for privacy reasons.
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