As you all know Valentine’s day was this weekend. And since it fell on a Sunday, M and I decided to celebrate a day early. M had to work on Saturday morning so he ran to the market picked up some delicious steaks, potatoes and beans. He also managed a dozen red roses.

The plan was to cook dinner and open a nice bottle of wine we’d bought in Sonoma last year for my birthday. M decided he would pan sear the steaks and then cook them in the oven. We have done this a few times before with great success. This time was just a tad different. While M was pan searing the steaks in the kitchen, I was sitting on the couch with Julio watching TV. Then it hit….the LOUD blaring fire alarm. Julio is up and out in 2 seconds flat. Seeing as he is a little guy he hasn’t experienced the fire alarm yet. I look up to see the kitchen is full of smoke. M immediately runs over and starts trying to fan the fire alarm. I grab a pillow climb the stairs and take over and finally the alarm stops. However the house is now full of smoke. Why not turn on the exhaust fan? Good question but apparently M has been without a working microwave/exhaust fan for nearly 4, yes 4, years. He opens the windows, opens the back door all the while I am still fanning the fire alarm. Finally we remember there is a fan upstairs. M grabs the fan and puts it on the counter. I suggest turning on the living room fan and changing the direction which finally puts enough air around the alarm to keep it quiet.

After a few more minutes the smoke finally clears from the house and everything returns to normal. Well except Julio, who was was a little spooked for a while. Once the kitchen was clear of smoke I went to the kitchen and began work on the green beans. Once everything was cooked we sat down for a nice semi-romantic dinner. The steaks were delicious and only mildly charred. The wine was excellent.

After dinner we watched a movie, the Olympics and went to bed.  Quiet evening at home which is just the way I like it. The next morning we got up and made our Valentine’s day breakfast consisting of pancakes and bacon. And one special heart shaped pancake. 🙂

I knew when I packed my bags and headed East to NC that there would be snow.  How much snow, I didn’t really care as long as there was SNOW!!!!!  Well for the 3rd, yes 3rd weekend in a row they are predicting snow.  And by predicting I mean we will actually see snow.

Two weeks ago we got about 5 inches of the glorious white stuff I have longed for all my life.   This also started the blizzard of 2010 that began for much of the Northeast (Raleigh excluded).   I must say I was uber excited about snow, the first time.   Now for the 3rd weekend in a row they are predicting 2-5 inches.  Here is the problem with this prediction, 2-5 inches is just enough to make the roads an icy mess, clear the grocery store shelves and well cause shear panic.   2-5 inches is just enough to make driving downtown to my new hair stylist a little hairy (hehe) and possibly enough to cancel the appt.  Now if we were to get the “light” dusting that had been predicted earlier in the day my life/weekend would go on as normal.  But now, knowing weatherman have NO clue, I am pretty sure this 2-5 inches will turn into a foot or more.

Okay well I doubt that will really happen but a girl can dream 🙂

Our new kitten. He is such a little cuddle butt. Don’t get me wrong he is quite mischievous but overall he is a sweet little guy. 🙂

Yes I know it has been a while. A loooong while and during this time quite a bit has happened. First and foremost I am now officially residing with M. I still have my townhouse but his house is officially now “our” house. Along with the big move, M finally let me get a kitten. Julio is a wonderful addition to our “half family”, I’ll explain that one later ;). He torments his sister like any little brother should. And while Halle has been a bit grumpier the past few weeks the transition has been pretty smooth.

With all of that said, there are a few bigger, more pressing issues that have plagued my brain the past few weeks. Mostly having to do with words.

A couple of weeks ago I made a joke to my mom that ultimately hurt her feelings. And while I know she has a lot going on right now (daddy lost his job at the end of the year) I felt the comment was playful enough to move on. In true mom fashion this has turned into weeks of harsh words and not speaking. I did apologize for the joke only to be hit with an IM one night that said “I hate you.” I was in the middle of cooking M dinner so I didn’t immediately see the IM. Not that I would have responded anyway (I knew she was looking for a fight). Anyway after several “apologizes” I still don’t feel like I am ready to forget what she said.

I must say I am pretty much at a loss right now. I mean I know how my mom is and how she gets but for her to actually use those words has really thrown me for a loop. The only thing I can think of when I think about what she said is my former mil. I remember sitting in her kitchen one night listening to her berate my ex. I don’t know if it was the words she said so much as the hatred in her eyes. That night really showed me the mean and hateful person she is. Now not that I want to compare my mom to a person like that, that is the only thing I can think of. The hatred. And yes I don’t think my mom actually meant the words she said – I feel they were used to piss me off and start a fight – it still lingers in my head that she did say them. Once a person says something like that how do you go back to that place you started at? Can you ever go back? I don’t know. I really have no idea what the future holds. I know that for now I will distance myself. If she is willing to say it once, she can/will say it again. Do I really want to be or put myself into a relationship that I feel is not healthy, even if it is a parent?

I am hoping that if I can get some of this off my chest it will help me find some peace with this situation.