There really are no words to describe my weekend with my girl. All I know is that it was an amazing weekend, and I can’t wait for our next weekend, together. Hell, I can’t wait to just see her on Tuesday…. who am I kidding. It doesn’t matter where we are, as long as we’re together. Because when we’re together, everything just clicks and makes sense. For once, it finally seems like life is going in the right direction.

I’m spending this weekend, in Long Beach, with my girl. There is no where else in this world that I want to be. If there is such a thing as heaven on earth, then I have found it within her embrace. It is the one place where I find myself feeling absolutely no fear, no doubts, no impatience. I feel nothing but love, tenderness, comfort, and a sense of belonging to another, completely. I am hers, without thought, without question. And in return, she is mine.

I let very few people through the walls that I have surrounding me. And there is a damn good reason for it. Once again, the walls are up, and in place, and there are just a few people that I’m letting have that access. Everyone else will get the surface Kris, because I’m just tired of crap. Yep… you let people in, you get hurt, you get betrayed, you get frustrated. I’ve been hurt too many times in my life, and I’m just tired… sick and tired… of it all. I have my mom, I have a couple friends I trust, and I have an amazing woman in my life. I don’t need anything else. And it’s just safer, for me, that way. When you don’t let people close to you, then you don’t have to worry about those people hurting you. So, the less people I give access to who I really am, the less chances I have of hurting.

Happy Memorial Day… and thank you, to allllllllllllllllllll the men and women, for several years, for fighting to keep us here and safe. Thank you for the daily sacrifices you make for us… even at the cost of being away from your families, staying away for long amounts of time, injury, and even death.

Tonight, I went over to a friends house, with my mom. We watched the documentary film on Grey Gardens… and it was amazing, yet quite disturbing. If you’ve not seen this documentary, I HIGHLY recommend you rent it. Next, mom and I are going to watch the movie that was made from this whole story/documentary, staring Jessica Lange and Drew Barrymore. I can’t wait to see it. If you don’t know what this is about, here’s a little info for you:

DOCEMENTARY:
Grey Gardens (1975)
The Maysles brothers pay visits to Edith Bouvier Beale, nearing 80, and her daughter Edie. Reclusive, the pair live with cats and raccoons in Grey Gardens, a crumbling mansion in East Hampton. Edith is dry and quick-witted – a singer, married but later separated, a member of high society. Edie is voluble, dresses – as she puts it – for combat in tight ensembles that include scarves wrapped around her head. There are hints that Edie came home 24 years before to be cared for rather than to care for her mother. The women address the camera, talking over each other, moving from the present to events years before. They’re odd, with flinty affection for each other. Written by {jhailey@hotmail.com}

Seventy-nine year old Edith Bouvier Beale and her fifty-six year old daughter, Edith ‘Little Edie’ Bouvier Beale, are Jacqueline Kennedy’s aunt and cousin. Living alone with several cats, fleas and raccoons (the latter, wild, which live in the attic but who Edie feeds), the Beale’s are discovered living in filth and squalor in Grey Gardens, their 28-room family mansion located in East Hampton, Long Island, the mansion which doesn’t even have running water. Edie moved home twenty-four years earlier to care for her ailing mother. In what Edie considers a “raid” on their privacy, the Suffolk County Board of Health orders the Beale’s to clean up the house or be evicted. With few exceptions, the Beale’s are suspicious of the outside world. The Beale’s comply with the order and renovate the house with financial help from their more famous relative. Mother and daughter are outwardly combative with each other, but their constant bickering masks a protective attitude each has for the other. Both cling to their past lives, with each still believing that that life can exist, Edith as a singer, and Edie as a social débutante (Edie is always sporting a fashionable scarf around her head). Old habits die hard as even two years after renovations on the home have begun, Edith lives primarily in her bedroom in her twin bed which is covered with garbage and cats, who use the corner of the room as a bathroom. And Edie constantly dreams of a time when she can return to living in New York City as a débutante and dancer, although one realizes that she is only using her mother as an excuse for what she really considers her comfortable current living situation.

MOVIE:
Grey Gardens (2009) (TV)
Based on the life stories of the eccentric aunt and first cousin of Jackie Onassis (both named Edith Bouvier Beale aka “Big and Little Edie”) raised as Park Avenue débutantes but who withdrew from New York society, taking shelter at their Long Island summer home, “Grey Gardens.” As their wealth and contact with the outside world dwindled, so did their grasp on reality. They were reintroduced to the world when international tabloids learned of a health department raid on their home, and Jackie swooped in to save her relatives.

You know you’re happy when you decide to switch auto insurance providers, and end up getting a deal that drops your monthly payment down almost $25. Yes, I’m VERY happy right now. I knew that Progressive was charging me too much… but, I never took care of it. I just paid my fee, each month. One call to Geico, and now I have a new policy, and I’m spending less money.

My mom is on the plane, and on her way back home to SD. I can’t wait to go pick her up in less than 2 1/2 hours. I miss my mom, a lot. And I’m really looking forward to see her face and reactions to everything that I’ve done to the house. I’ve been so bored, I even polished all the wood in her bedroom and the kitchen, this morning. Sheesh, had she stayed away any longer, she wouldn’t have recognized this house, at all, upon her return.

LMAO I got this, in an email, from my Aunt Judy. It’s just too cute to NOT share:

I just did something different tonight… and it’s no big deal to most people, but I am excited about it.    Yeah, I got a smile on my face right now.  Thanks, Shannon… I appreciate your help.

I’m allllllllllllll ready to move the furniture out of my room, tonight… and then, prep the walls, for tomorrow… when I paint. I can’t wait. I’ve got three shades of blue that will be going up on the walls… and then, shelves as well. I’m so anxious, I can barely stand it. I can’t wait to have it done, and just sit on my bed and look at everything. And I can’t wait until my mom returns from Colorado and sees it all as well. She is really going to be shocked at the amount of work that I’ve done.

wOOOOOOOOOt!!!!!