Never mix...(part 2)

Having celiac limits my fast food options a lot. No more Subway sandwiches, no burgers (with bun anyway). Even the McDonalds grilled chicken garden salad didn't agree with me (I was careful and checked the dressing). Mexican food is one of the easiest ethnic foods to get away with (guess that's one good thing living in AZ).

While I agree that Taco Bell is not Mexican food, their hard tacos are okay. But do NOT mix Taco Bell and your car. I can still smell it from Monday's lunch on the go.

Do you want fries with that?

*yeah* This is post #200.

For your entertainment delight, next time you go to a restaurant and pay with a card, take a closer look at the pen.

Yes, I said the "b" word

And yes, he knows.

We discussed it last weekend. He said that he had already been using the term "girlfriend" to his extended family. But around me it's "woman" (but that's mostly to annoy me). It's weird getting used to having a boyfriend when I haven't been had one for years. Saturday night, we're going to have dinner with my folks, boyfriend and his father, and the lovely people that arranged for us to meet.

If I were into fate and signs, I'd say the fact that his father and my father celebrate their birthdays within a week of one another means fate means for our families to have a reason to celebrate something together. Since I don't, it's a nice considence, and a great reason to meet at a restaurant and celebrate a couple birthdays.

But mostly I'm just glad for the chance to see my boyfriend again (it's still weird to say that). After this weekend, it probably won't be until the Thanksgiving (or the weekend before) when we can meet because of his upcoming job. But I knew this is the way it is with his job, but it still sucks.

I honestly thought that long distance relationships couldn't work. But perhaps it was a great way to talk myself into easing back into the realtionship pool (well, if it won't be as serious if it's a long distance relationship). With internet connectivity, and messenging software, we spend hours a night getting to know one another better by talking about things. It still doesn't replace real voices, so we're working on the chat thing.

When he has to go out of state for work, we're stuck trading emails back and forth because he's using company laptops for connectivity (and obviously doesn't want his company finding evidence of personal use). It's slower than messenger software, but it can work.

We do talk on our cell phones, but usually can't hang up for almost an hour. Needless to say, we don't do this often or it'd eat our available minutes like a sumo wrestler in an all you can eat buffet.

I lost the arguement "it won't be as serious if it's long distance". I could very easily get serious about him, and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way back. So now I need to figure out how to make this work without going crazy (and for now, I'm not up and ready to move to San Diego because of him).

Thanks for telling me before I actually showed up.

As a great excuse to bail work early to get my tail into Phoenix, I proposed going to drop off samples and tissues to our project collaborators. It'd still be cheaper than having to send three boxes. Worked like a charm.

Then I get an e-mail late last night from the collaborator I was going to see first. It was basically "Oh, by the way, we moved our lab". Fortunately for me, it's even closer to the second destination, so I'll be going out of my way even less than anticipated. Which means, I'll get to the second place quicker, thus ending my day even sooner.

Which gives me more time to deal with Phoenix traffic. Unfortunately the second stop is close to downtown Phoenix, and every time I had to go there, I made sure to take someone with me to drive the carpool lane (otherwise you're stuck bascially parked). And Fridays are notorious for having rush hour start early.

Then when I get to Peoria, the road widening project near my boyfriend's house makes for hellish traffic. He told me last night it took him an hour to get through the one and half mile construction zone.

Oh well, that's why they invented iPods I guess. If I run through my eight hours of country music, I'll get out and walk.