sleepless nights...

I'm a little tired babies.

I'm keeping late nights.

Late.

The time I want to go to bed sees me sitting wide awake.

And what am I doing with that precious time I have scheduled for sleep?

I could be blogging, commenting, reading, editing, watching tv, planning parties, fretting, doing bills, chasing the cats or folding laundry...

but I'm not.

The past two nights I've sat up late with Mr. Kaos talking.

Talking.

and talking and talking and talking.

What were Mr. Kaos and I talking about?

Do you remember that time when you first met the one you love and you spend hours laying in each other's arms and chatting about everything under the heavens. Your day? Their day? Childhood memories? Dearest wishes? Embarrassing moments? Family mysteries? The way the wind blows the leaves in little circles along the ground? Anything? Everything?

That's what we were talking about. Anything. Everything. Our hopes. Our dreams. Our life.

He's still worth losing sleep over.

trip...

A few months ago Mr. Kaos asked me if I wanted to go to Blogher, while I thought it was sweet of him to offer I was concerned about a few items

● I have never been away from K.
● If they came with me what would they do all day?
● I was kind of new to the whole blogging thing.
● With no offense to Chicago, I wasn't so thrilled to take a vacation there.
● Money. I was hesitant to spend so much on something just for me.

So I said thank you so much baby, maybe next time. Maybe when I feel like I’m more a part of this big crazy club of bloggers everywhere (at the time I was still feeling VERY shy) (very SHY).

Over the past couple of months as I grew more comfortable and spread my little blogger wings I thought maybe I should have taken him up on it and booked a flight and a hotel right there on the spot. RIGHT THERE. Yes thank you Mr. Man. I'll take that while you aren't thinking clearly.

A few weeks ago I found myself a little down about it. A little sad. A little pouty that I wouldn't get to be shy in person instead of here in my bed with the laptop.

Pouty. Sad.

Mr. Kaos noticed I was a little sad about it and he (you all think I'm gonna say he got me tickets right??? you think so don't you? NO! I'm not) suggested I try to organize some of the NW bloggers for a little get together. I thought that was clever and sweet but I am not an organizer unless I am forced to be. So no. Not that I'm opposed to a little blogger drink or park day but I'm not putting shit together. But it was really nice of him to suggest.

He's really supportive...

But really what I am trying to tell you is that I was really mopey about choosing not to go to Blogher... until....

UNTIL Mr. Kaos got signed up to go to that tech conference in Anaheim...

The same week as Blogher.

If I had gone to Blogher I wouldn't be taking K to DL for the first time...

Plus it's rumored (by me) that I may be spending one day with one of my best and oldest friends. WOO HOO!

How life plays right into my hot little hands I will never understand...