It’s Been A Long Time, Glad To See Your Face


Well, hello there, stranger! How ya been?

I’ve learned something over the last few weeks that boggles my mind…I have a following! Who knew that people were actually waiting with baited breath for me to expel some of these off the wall thoughts into the interwebs? Ok, ‘baited breath’ may be a stretch, but admit it…you missed me.

I hate to keep an audience waiting, so welcome back to No Longer Playing Grown-Up. A lot has happened over the last three months. I’ve been busy with studying for my two classes, conquering the DVR cue, doing something drastic, and getting to know a guy.

What’s that now? There’s a man in Maggie’s life? Well, hot dog! Yes, ladies and gents, I am pleased to announce that I have officially added “and” to my name; as in “Maggie, you and Randy are invited to dinner this weekend” or “Maggie and Randy are the cutest couple ever.” (Ok, maybe I made that last one up, but I believe it.)

Anyway, I am head over heels smitten with this cat. (And I’ve given him access to view my Facebook, this blog, and the CaringBridge page, so he knows everything about me…even this post!) Yes, his name is Randy (1 R, 1 L). He’s an engineer from IL (pig farmer!) who owns his own house and treats me like a princess. We met through mutual friends on Memorial Day, but it wasn’t until August when he asked for my number and got this whole thing started. It’s been my pleasure to get to know the guy, but even more exciting to see what I’ve been missing for the past 29 years. Randy likes a good number of the things I like and if not, he’ll still put up with it for a little while. (Every romantic comedy = one Star Wars movie) He warms my cold toes and opens the car door every. single. time. We’ve stayed up late talking about our philosophies on life and helped each other put up storm windows. We’ve acted silly and dressed up like cops for Halloween and he’s let me fall apart in his arms when life gets to be too much.

And speaking of which…Randy is a phenomenal guy in his own right. If I would have met him on the street in the middle of Montana with no friends or previous connections between the two of us, I would still like him this much. But…he met dad. That’s right, folks. Last May, a year before everything went to hell, Randy was down in Kerrville for 6 weeks working at a small factory his company just purchased. I believe I have exaggerated the story before, so I’ll just leave it at this…Dad was his Fastenal contact and was there to help them out with a problem. We discovered this on our first date and both of us sat there in stunned silence for awhile. Since then, I’ve learned Randy spent his initial post-college years out in Seattle, likes the black diamond ski hills, has a fascination with all things random and even though he can’t understand me, still loves to listen to me talk. Sound like anyone you know? I don’t need the gust of wind to throw me down the stairs into Randy’s arms… I get it. Loud and clear.

So hopefully you can see why I haven’t been here to post anything. I promise I did miss you, my dear blog followers. It’s just that I got this cute guy sitting in the other room and well, he hugs better than you can virtually. I promise it won’t be this long next time though. Now that I’ve shared this with you, I’ve got so much to talk about!

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  1. I am so happy for you, super exciting stuff!! Hope all is well.

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