life is a bed of roses

i received the first flowers ever from a boy that wasn't my dad or my prom date. these were true, live, real, 'i really like you' flowers. i got red roses...tee hee, tee hee. i felt special. the man who gave them to me is this sweet wonderful guy. he likes me...a lot. i like him...a lot. so i guess you could see we are in like...it is a good place to be.
my older brother, j, came over the other day for breakfast after he saw the roses and asked..."So, what did you do to deserve those?" As if I had to do something to earn them...i was appalled. (not really, it is just fun to say the word appalled) i promptly told him that i got them for our 1 month anniversary...and he began to make fun of me in true jason form...what life would be like if not for big brothers.
i think it is strange for j to see me with a boy...i think it is strange for my whole family...even though they are not here...it think it is strange for me...i often feel that i am cafuddling my way through and have no idea what i am doing...though, i am having fun.
all this to say that i got my first dozen red roses from a man.

STEAM HEAT!!

Excuse the little bit of French that I so

unbecomingly decided to use! I know it is not hard

core French, but still is unbecoming! My apologies.

Later that same day... ZIPLINING!!!