I introduced J (which, by the way, is short for Jack--it's been long enough now that I feel it's time to introduce everyone properly) to the journal a week or so ago. Kindof a big step, since he is now able to learn an incredibly tremendously great deal about me--or at least the last four years or so of me. In a way it's unfair that he can find out so much about me so relatively easily. His response to this is that all I have to do is ask and he'll tell me anything I want to know about him. The problem with that is that I don't always know what questions to ask.

Jack took me to a baseball game last week--Tulane vs. LSU, played at the New Orleans Superdome, with record-breaking attendance (highest attendance of any NCAA baseball game ever.) This was my first ever baseball game attendance in my living memory.

Okay, I'm really not a huge fan of baseball. It's not terribly exciting, there's a lot of time where you're waiting for something to happen, there aren't any cool shows or events like a football halftime show, and I don't really understand most of the more esoteric rules of the game. (Sacrifice fly? Huh?) However, Jack is a baseball fan, and I suppose that if I could learn to enjoy football I can learn to at least tolerate baseball.

But! Jack took me to a batting cage the other day, and I had an absolute blast! I started out with nice sissy softballs, but I was hitting them pretty darn well (especially considering that it was a spur-of-the-moment side trip and I was wearing a silk shirt and sandles with 2" heels.) I told him that he'd created a monster--I want to go again, but this time I want to try hitting real baseballs (though I intend to dress more practically next time.)

We also found a house that is absolutely perfect--right size, right price, right location. Only snag is that the owner has a possible nibble on buying the damn thing, so we won't know until Friday if we'll be able to rent it. I'm rather dreading the thought of moving all of my crap--I was nicely resigned to the idea that I wouldn't be moving again for many many years, if ever. I tend to accumulate, and even though Jack has said that he'll hire people to move us, I'm still going to have to go through all of my stuff and get it semi-organized. However, I really am looking forward to moving in together. I'm just thoroughly head-over-heels in love with this guy. ;-)

In other news, I'm also loving my new job. Investigation is challenging and stimulating--and it's also cool to be able to answer the phone, "Detective Rowland." LOL My supervisors are very pleased at the quality of my reports (duh!), and so far I'm doing well on making arrests and closing cases. I will say that I'm glad that I'm a fairly decent and quick typist, because I hadn't realized just how much paperwork there is in investigations. Yikes! I've sort of gotten into a routine of doing my paperwork before lunch and my fieldwork after, and so far I'm staying caught up.

And yeah, I'm fiddling around with a redesign of my main journal page. It is very much a work in progress.