Valentine's Day? - whatever

I told boyfriend today that I'll be glad when Tuesday is over and done with.

He asked "What's Tuesday?"

(if only he could see the smirk on my face) "Sweetie, Tuesday is Valentine's Day."

"Oh, why will you be glad it's over?"

"I'm sick of hearing about all the flowers and jewlery I'm supposed to be getting. I don't get to see you for another month."

"True - sorry baby. You know how overpriced roses are for Valentine's Day, and they're dying flowers."

"I know, but roses can be preserved. You've seen all the dried roses at my place - they all have meaning to me. What annoys me are the places that are offering drive through rose pickup. How cheesy it is to have the guy be too lazy to get out of the damned car."

He laughed at the drive through bit. Then he reminded me that he would rather do something that involves just the two of us going somewhere and spending the time together.

I said "I know. And knowing you're so far away is turning me into a Cupid killer."

Just another month before we will get to spend time just the two of us. Until then, I'm going to just try to get through to Wednesday without shooting my TV or planting bombs at the drive through rose places that have sprung up just for Valentine's Day.

Very good day

I didn't get to have much computer time this weekend. We were babysitting too much, and I'm learning how much attention you must give to a toddler - like all your attention.

So I didn't get to talk to my boyfriend that much Friday night. Saturday night, I logged on so late that he gave up waiting for me to appear. So I sent him an email saying I was sorry I missed you.

Drove back to Tucson early this afternoon. Just as I walked in the door, my cell phone rang. Strange, since my folks knew I'd call when I'd make it. It wasn't my folks, but boyfriend.

Nice surprise. We talked for a few minutes as I was putting away stuff. We cut the call short because he was in a bar and the background noise was increasing, making it difficult to hear one another.

I figured that was it. But about an hour ago, he calls again. He was done with chilling at the bar, and wanted to talk as he was walking back to his quarters. Very nice conversation, talk about various things. Before we know it, he's waiting for the elevator. I say "talk to you some other time". He said something similar. So just as I hit the "End" button, I hear him say something else.

Shit - I just hung up on him. So I wait about ten minutes before calling again. I meant to just say "sorry I hung up on you babe. Thanks for calling today - it was nice to hear from you." We end up talking for another 50 minutes - about the Pro Bowl that's going on over there, annoying clingy despearate housewives keeping tabs on their working husbands, social stuff, etc.

It was nice to talk about just stuff. It's nice to have those getting to really understand what makes you tick kind of conversations. I like that - it just keeps confirming that we are very similar in our attitudes on lifestyle, etc. I also admitted to him that I'm believing him in when he says that he thinks about me a lot.

His response "Finally!" I can almost see the wink in his eye.

So it was a good night overall - good salmon, and good time talking to boyfriend. (Thankfully I have unlimited weekend minutes.)

Salmon = yummy

I went grocery shopping with my Mom on Saturday. The benefit of shopping with her is that I get to see the sale fliers that we go through BEFORE we arrive at the store.

We noticed that Fry's (the grocery store, not the electronic store) had a bunch of seafood on sale. We made a note to check it out. I picked up another pound of shrimp on sale, she got giant crab legs. We both picked up some salmon filets. I didn't know what was a good pick in salmon, so I learned the importance of that. Even clueless me could tell the Mahi looked terrible (a shame because it's my Mom's favorite).

In the salmon section, there was some marinaded salmon filets. Most marinades I can't have because of my celiac, but for shits and grins, I picked up the cajun marinaded salmon. Much to my surprise, it wasn't really a marinade, but a seasoned rub with a bit of oil. And it too was on sale, so I picked it up, figuring it was an easy dinner - bake and eat.

I was behind on the dishes, so when I finally made it back to Tucson, I figured what the heck, I'll give it a try. Oh boy, did the kitchen smell good when it was close to done.

With some rice and corn, it was a simple, yummy dinner.

Adira quickly scarfed up a few bites of salmon filets that I tossed her way. She seems to be a seafood eater for sure. I tossed her a bite that had some of the cajun seasonings. The look for shock and *bleh* was priceless.

I left her a few bites that didn't have the seasoning on it. But she ran in terror. So I left them on a plate for her. Eventually she'll work up the courage to try it.

I'm going to have to do the salmon thing more often.