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I’m listening to Casey Kasem’s American Top 40 Year-End Countdown (Part 2 of the Top 100 hits of 1987) as I ride in the car alongside my boyfriend while he drives us to Enchanted Rock on this gorgeous Sunday morning. Number 26 is playing, and seventeen-year-old Debbie Gibson sings, Only in My Dreams. Apparently, she wrote it at age 13 (or age 16, I can’t remember what Casey said). The song that immediately preceded this one was Time of My Life. Yeah, that one. The one from Dirty Dancing. I feel like a giddy little high school girl, and I’m even wearing tons of pink flowers on my leggings and dress to actually look the part. There’s an ad playing on the radio that is for a product called Noxadril or something. They say it’s like Viagra or Cialis for male potentency. It’s been called “Viagra on Steroids”. Call 800-519-7934 America. I love my life so much. “…and now here’s George Michael with I Want Your Sex.” Holy Fuck! George Michael died. “I said I won’t tease you, won’t tell you no lies.” OW! I just said, “I’m really happy right now” to my cutie-patootie bf as he sips his coffee and smiles back at me and nods in agreement. We are driving down Ranch Road 32, heading out to Enchanted Rock to go for a hike on this beautiful 29 and cloudless day. Did I mention I have a BOYFRIEND?! Wut. Yeah, that’s right. *high five* Um…FUCK YEAH…Casey is now playing Lady in Red. I. kid. you. not. ***squeeeee*** The soundtrack to our awesome day is set, and it’s all love songs from our childhood. I think the universe knows that this sweet guy makes me feel like a youthful butterfly, and the cosmos is smiling warmly on me. You guys, I know I sound super girl-journaly right now, but bear with me for a sec. Prolly longer.

“Call 800-458-2037 for Super Beta Prostate!” I’m in love. There, I said it. Well, I’ve now said it to you (whoever you are) whom reads this. I’ve been saying it out loud to my bf since that September weekend when he first told me he loved me while holding me, standing in the ocean with small waves swirling around us like a friggin’ fairy tale. Like a FRIGGIN FAIRY TALE! And I’m not even embarrassed or shamed enough by your slight gagging sound you’re making right now to feel like I need to mute my portrayal of my awesome fortune. Not at all. Now, I’m not about to go all Tom Cruise on you guys and start jumping up and down on Oprah’s yellow couch or anything, but I thought it was time that I make it official and let y’all know: I have a boyfriend, and I’m madly in love. Is that official enough for you? Do I get the credit now? Did Facebook just lose stock money? Do I get to start behaving differently now that my relationship status is officially on the internet? Yes, I’m seeing someone. He’s a man. A really amazing man. No, I don’t feel that I need to add that information to the checkboxes you see about me on Facebook. I’m not facebook official with my kids either, but I’m pretty sure people know we belong together. It’s the same thing. I’m posting this blog, and I’m gonna stay off technology for several hours while I hike and play and picnic and explore with the guy that makes my heart flutter. *swoon* I took 2016 off from drinking and took up paddling, so I met a sober paddler that laughs hard at my dark humor, eats all the cheeses, and plays outside with me. Life is fucking great. Casey just started playing Nothing’s Gonna Stop us Now, and I can’t wait for the adventure. *gag* Of course I had him read this before I posted it. Duh. #chrellystamp

#love #dirtydancing #1987 #facebookofficial #relationships #debbiegibson #georgemichael #caseykasem #paddling #mother #motherhood #chrellystamp

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