Habibi has candy corn for dinner

So I go to Tom's blog (which has a cool pic of some art we saw in Toledo, by the way) and I find that he's called me "habibi". I didn't have time to find out what this is at work, so this evening I went looking online when he asks me if I found out what it is and I say no like a dumbass.

And I find this:Um okay. I'm a pug? Is that his new nickname for me? He's called me "bibi" for a while... I hate being called "baby", cuz guys only say it in that wheedling "gimme sex, bitch, I'm begging here" voice. But "bibi" is ok, especially with his accent.

Anyways, then I scrolled down and found out what habibi means. And he's habibi to me, too!

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In other news, I feel so blog-deprived it's sad. I have thoughts piling and piling up and no time to excrete them. Ew. And of course, genius that I am, I left my list of things to blog about at work. Grr.

In a nutshell--I met a guy this weekend who gave me some ideas for making more money. I'm interested, definitely.

I went to a seminar on Saturday that was on parenting, mainly on dealing with kids (I found it applicable to tutoring) and the woman was amazing.

She was talking about the concept of babies and kids sometimes feeling very out of place and like they don't belong to the family, don't fit in, etc. Not a new concept. But then she said this:

Imagine, it's a nice crisp fall day and you are going for a drive on a coastal highway. The road is smooth, no one else is on it, and you have some of your favourite music on. You're just cruising... then there's a sharp turn, and you don't quite make it and [hand-motion of car going off a cliff with the resounding crunch at the end]. Next thing you know, you open your eyes and all these big faces are staring down at you saying "goo goo ga ga" and pinching your cheeks and all you can think is, "Where the hell is my Jaguar?"

Tom and I met my family for dinner Saturday night--my dad had to drive North on some business and my mom and bros joined him. Tom got to the restaurant before me because I was still in the seminar. He told me that he went over to my family and shook my brothers' and my dad's hand and then he moved to hug my mom, but she stuck out her hand, so he kinda went "erk" and tried to move back into hand-shake position, but then she said "Oh, that's right! I get a hug from you!" And then they hugged.

After the dinner they hugged goodbye too. And it wasn't those wusy, don't let our boobs touch hug, it was a nice solid squeezy (but probably gentle) hug. And I get such a rush of love when I watch them hug--two of the most important people in my life, and they like each other. Yay! I didn't mean to sound negative, but all my other boyfriends were, how shall I say it... weiners. Except one. But he's long gone.

And I've been having car trouble because my warranty is almost over and I want to make sure my transmission is ship-shape before my mileage hits that number. Dealerships suck. They just hook my car up to a machine, and then when the computer says it's all ok, they tell me they couldn't find anything. Fuckers.

So I called an independent shop and they looked at my car and said I should get the transmission filter changed and the fluid topped up because it's shifting pretty rough, which is what I told the dealership the two times I went in for exactly that problem. And the guy didn't charge me for checking out his car and was fine when I told him I want to see if I can get the repairs done by a dealership if they are covered by that. Sweet. Now I just have to make one last appointment with a *ucking dealership.

And Tom fell asleep on me this afternoon. With his head in the crook of my neck, lying basically on top of me. It was so warm and comfortable... and he even snored. :) Then he woke up and said "I like listening to your heart beat."

Sweet dreams, everyone.