Hey...
Its Regan.
I'm here to give the news I never wanted to give.
Aidan and I are no longer seeing each other.
So, as result, we will no longer blog.
Thank you for reading our blog.
~Regan
Friday, August 15, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Sorry
Hey, Regan here.
We've had a lot of inquiries as to why Aidan and I haven't been blogging, and, of coarse, I'm here to explain. Aidan just gave up. Too much stuff for him to do. He's in 6:30A.M weights, He's got a lot of summer homework, football 7-on-7, tenor drum sectionals, Drum line camp, New marchers camp (he's always been part of the pit, not the battery, so never marched), and band camp, as well as finding a lot of time to see me.
As for my self, I have nothing to really blog about. Aidan and i have been spending our summer hours at my house, playing apples to apples with my sister and our nanny, and just hanging out. Not that much to blog about, eh?
School is rapidly approaching for the both of us, and we'll try to blog if there is anything to blog at all about.
We hope that all of our readers will keep checking in, as i'll be posting updates on how Aidan and I are.
As of right now, we're still dating, with no issues. Today makes 5 months. We'll see how attending different schools will effect us, if at all. I'll try to keep you all posted.
Thank you for reading our blog, we appreciate it.
~With all of our best wishes, and love for our fans, Regan.
We've had a lot of inquiries as to why Aidan and I haven't been blogging, and, of coarse, I'm here to explain. Aidan just gave up. Too much stuff for him to do. He's in 6:30A.M weights, He's got a lot of summer homework, football 7-on-7, tenor drum sectionals, Drum line camp, New marchers camp (he's always been part of the pit, not the battery, so never marched), and band camp, as well as finding a lot of time to see me.
As for my self, I have nothing to really blog about. Aidan and i have been spending our summer hours at my house, playing apples to apples with my sister and our nanny, and just hanging out. Not that much to blog about, eh?
School is rapidly approaching for the both of us, and we'll try to blog if there is anything to blog at all about.
We hope that all of our readers will keep checking in, as i'll be posting updates on how Aidan and I are.
As of right now, we're still dating, with no issues. Today makes 5 months. We'll see how attending different schools will effect us, if at all. I'll try to keep you all posted.
Thank you for reading our blog, we appreciate it.
~With all of our best wishes, and love for our fans, Regan.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I love you, Aidan.
Sooo.
Aidan and I have been a little sad, of late. We're okay, just down, you know? Schools starting soonish, and we haven't had a lot of time together. the whole point of this blog is to remind Aidan of how amazing he is, and to try and cheer him up. here it goes.
See, Aidan is this WONDERFUL person. He's the type of person that....is kind to everyone, weather they deserve it, or not. He'll always do the right thing, no matter how hard it is. He's willing to do what he knows is worst for his own self, so that someone else can be as happy as possible. He always gives, and actually, very rairly takes. That which he does ask for, is earned a million times over.
He's the person that everyone wants to be, but has a hard time accomplishing. Yet, he doubts himself. He asks "Am i the right person?" "Am i who i should be?" and "Am i a good boyfriend?"
Yes, Aidan, you are. You are everything, and more, that anyone could ever ask for. I don't know anyone else who...could be as loving as you are. Anyone else who would talk to me the way you do, and be...secure enough to show the amount of emotion you do. All to often, you regard this show of emotion as bad, or girly, and it really isn't. I'm betting that you could ask a majority of the girls and women out there if they would prefer a man who will show his emotion, and understand their emotions, rather than hiding it.
You are extremely humble, to the point that its not good. You say "I'm not worth that much" but you are. To me, and to the people who love you, you are worth everything. You have so much that you could do with yourself. You're a great person. You need to understand, that you are worth a lot more than what can be given. You're worth something that can't be given a measurement. And maybe the only way i can say it is that you are worth loving. If that makes sense...
One last thing. We have had our share of disappointment, of fights, and of hurt feelings. We've had over the fair share of tears, and sadness. But think of the good times. Remember just laying in my front yard, smiling, as i sketched you? Or the date at the outside mall? Remember....we've had more good times than bad. You've never let me down, and i have no reason to think that you ever would. I love you baby.
~Always and forever your girl, Regan.
Aidan and I have been a little sad, of late. We're okay, just down, you know? Schools starting soonish, and we haven't had a lot of time together. the whole point of this blog is to remind Aidan of how amazing he is, and to try and cheer him up. here it goes.
See, Aidan is this WONDERFUL person. He's the type of person that....is kind to everyone, weather they deserve it, or not. He'll always do the right thing, no matter how hard it is. He's willing to do what he knows is worst for his own self, so that someone else can be as happy as possible. He always gives, and actually, very rairly takes. That which he does ask for, is earned a million times over.
He's the person that everyone wants to be, but has a hard time accomplishing. Yet, he doubts himself. He asks "Am i the right person?" "Am i who i should be?" and "Am i a good boyfriend?"
Yes, Aidan, you are. You are everything, and more, that anyone could ever ask for. I don't know anyone else who...could be as loving as you are. Anyone else who would talk to me the way you do, and be...secure enough to show the amount of emotion you do. All to often, you regard this show of emotion as bad, or girly, and it really isn't. I'm betting that you could ask a majority of the girls and women out there if they would prefer a man who will show his emotion, and understand their emotions, rather than hiding it.
You are extremely humble, to the point that its not good. You say "I'm not worth that much" but you are. To me, and to the people who love you, you are worth everything. You have so much that you could do with yourself. You're a great person. You need to understand, that you are worth a lot more than what can be given. You're worth something that can't be given a measurement. And maybe the only way i can say it is that you are worth loving. If that makes sense...
One last thing. We have had our share of disappointment, of fights, and of hurt feelings. We've had over the fair share of tears, and sadness. But think of the good times. Remember just laying in my front yard, smiling, as i sketched you? Or the date at the outside mall? Remember....we've had more good times than bad. You've never let me down, and i have no reason to think that you ever would. I love you baby.
~Always and forever your girl, Regan.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Those DAMN hills: She said
Hallo! It's Regan. First off, i want to apologise for not blogging in...forever. We've been busy. Now. For this post. I'm here in Nebraska training for a 301 mile bike ride...I know, I'm crazy. My best Friend Lynne (She would like to make it known that her name is pronounced like Lin. NOT like lin-y because "You are all Idiots") is here with me. We're training here for a few days, then leaving on Wednesday for the Tour De Nebraska. This is my 3rd year, Lynne's 2nd. My grandfather (A nationally rated track runner and biker) and Lynne's mother are coming with, as well. Here's the account of what's happened thus far, to be updated daily. Multiple times.
Day one-Leaving the house:
Well. It was fun. Aidan and I had a small fight, then made up, and said heartfelt goodbye's. Then we picked up Lynne.Then a LOOONNG car ride...really..not much to tell.
Day Two- ....We don't like getting up!
"GIRLS GET UP!" My Poppa yells. I glance at the clock. 7. A.M. Fun. I roll over, and force myself out of bed, being used to getting up at 5:45 when Aidan gets up for summer weights. Lynne is a different story..."LYNNE!! GET UP!" I yell. I already have my contacts in, and am leaving for the bathroom with my biking Jersey and cycling shorts. "mmm! I AM!" she responds. When i get back there is much grumbling. Lynne's contact ripped. She has to wear glasses...Fun. I stalk up stairs, shoes in hand to devour the before-ride bagel and water. Lynne comes shortly, being coxed (Rather...pestered) by myself. We dawdle a little longer, and finally mount our Trek road bikes. All three of us have different Trek bikes...different colored shirts and helmets. But our shorts and gloves match. We ride around the city, accumulating about 16 miles. And if you think Nebraska is flat...your flat out wrong. Its not. damn the hills. We finally stop at a Highway diner. Our favorite greasy truck stop. I get two eggs, and off we go. Its a mile back home, easy as heck.
I collapse on to the bed, as Lynne calls first shower. Shrugging I call Aidan. We talk, and regretfully hang up.I jump in the shower, quickly texting Aidan when I finish.
Lynne and I...are rather addicted to four things. Books. Music. Sleep. Ramen. We enjoyed the first two for a while, the decided to go watch the ever popular Pirates Of the Caribbean. At the epic climax (STOP SHOOTING HOLES IN MY SHIP!) we stop to enjoy the latter of this list. I, true to my laziness, make Lynne cook it. And here I am....
Day Three- Ouch.
"GIRLS UP AND AT 'EM!" My Poppa says. Lynne and I tumble out of bed, again at 7:00. We get ready, and meander up the stairs. My grandparents storm radio screeches, the warning light flickers on, and "SEVER THUNDERSTORM" Flashes. Lynne and I stumble back downstairs, and fall asleep.
At about 9:45 I get a text from Aidan, waking me. We talk for while, then I drift back off, to be woken again by Poppa. We mumble, but mount our bikes, and set off.
All was well for a while. We were planning to ride about 5miles up to lunch. To one of my favorite places. We were making great time, and everything was going well, despite the crazy amount of mud and water from the resent storms. We were about 1.5 miles from the lunch joint when we started riding on a sidewalk-converted-trail (They added another sidewalk). Therefore it was uneven with a ledge in between. I tried to follow my grandfather, shifting from one side to the other. Lynne was behind me. My front tire caught the ledge, and stuck. (If you know anything about biking you know that if anything touches your front tire, your going down...) I flew off my bike, landing on the side of my helmet, and on my hip. My right knee caught the ground, and my bike landed on my leeft thigh. I started bawling, and clutched my knee. A man living in the neighborhood ran over, and tried to help. By now, blood was running down my leg. Even after Poppa had rinsed it off. We acquired ice from the friendly man, and tissues from a woman. I, of course, sent Aidan a picture right away. He promptly started worrying, asking if i was okay, and sending a million ":(" faces. We turned around, and biked to a Walgreen's, getting antiseptic and large band aids. Then we rode, NOT ON THE PATH to lunch.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, other than my ALMOST hitting a fast-speed biker.
Lynne and I arrived at home, cleaned our mud-covered bikes, and showered. I called my father to wish him a happy fathers day, and to report that my mother needed to buy new headphones for me, and send them with Lynne's mother when she came, as I had ruined mine in the crash.
We started watching pirates 2 again, then went out to dinner at a buffet...and here I am.
Aidan and I...had a small fight. It was not resolved, and we both fell asleep.
An interesting day to be sure...lets see what happens next. =p
Day 6- Oh my god...Its 6 O'clock...
We get up. At 6.To get downtown for breakfast at 7. We head to the village inn. I, again, get the same order as always, (Even though this is a different restaurant) and a pair of over-easy eggs. we head out...headed for the Mopac trail. It was fine...tiring, if anything...=( I had to text Aidan for support multiple times. Too many hills.... Anywho. We did 20-something miles. I got a flat. After rating at breakfast about never having flats and whatnot. And about having slimed (Goo that is put in your tire to STOP a flat) tires. Mr. Browning had told me that they don't always work....So. We took a while to fix it, then finished the ride. Here i am now.....By the way, today is the day I am leaving. Camping out...at the starting line. When i get back to "Verona" I'll blog hi-lights from the trip. Going to go pack...Wish me luck!!!!
As before stated, Lynne, Poppa, and I all camped out. Lynne and I are sharing a tent. At about 10:30 (Due to getting lost) Lynne's mother arrived in town. It was raining so we invited her to share our large tent. She brought a bag of my forgotten stuff with her. A letter from Aidan was in the bag. He'd sprayed it with cologne....Yum. It made me cry....
Day one-Leaving the house:
Well. It was fun. Aidan and I had a small fight, then made up, and said heartfelt goodbye's. Then we picked up Lynne.Then a LOOONNG car ride...really..not much to tell.
Day Two- ....We don't like getting up!
"GIRLS GET UP!" My Poppa yells. I glance at the clock. 7. A.M. Fun. I roll over, and force myself out of bed, being used to getting up at 5:45 when Aidan gets up for summer weights. Lynne is a different story..."LYNNE!! GET UP!" I yell. I already have my contacts in, and am leaving for the bathroom with my biking Jersey and cycling shorts. "mmm! I AM!" she responds. When i get back there is much grumbling. Lynne's contact ripped. She has to wear glasses...Fun. I stalk up stairs, shoes in hand to devour the before-ride bagel and water. Lynne comes shortly, being coxed (Rather...pestered) by myself. We dawdle a little longer, and finally mount our Trek road bikes. All three of us have different Trek bikes...different colored shirts and helmets. But our shorts and gloves match. We ride around the city, accumulating about 16 miles. And if you think Nebraska is flat...your flat out wrong. Its not. damn the hills. We finally stop at a Highway diner. Our favorite greasy truck stop. I get two eggs, and off we go. Its a mile back home, easy as heck.
I collapse on to the bed, as Lynne calls first shower. Shrugging I call Aidan. We talk, and regretfully hang up.I jump in the shower, quickly texting Aidan when I finish.
Lynne and I...are rather addicted to four things. Books. Music. Sleep. Ramen. We enjoyed the first two for a while, the decided to go watch the ever popular Pirates Of the Caribbean. At the epic climax (STOP SHOOTING HOLES IN MY SHIP!) we stop to enjoy the latter of this list. I, true to my laziness, make Lynne cook it. And here I am....
(2nd update of the day)
-Sigh- THOSE DAMN HILLS!!! We had a GREAT encounter with hills. Tonight's ride was the "Country" part of the town. Country my arse. Highway bordering a farm. With hills. All up. NOT DOWN. LONG. AND. PAINFUL. My grandpa sarcastically/cynically states that "There are no hills in Nebraska". My bike chain falls off. I repair it...and get lube-covered hands as a result. As we approach the (no joke) 15th hill, I speed up, deciding to power up the hills, rather than taking it slow. "I hate you, Poppa." I joke as i bike past him. Sweat, by now, is pouring into my eyes. FUN FUN. Lynne and I listen to music as we bike...and i'd wondered where mine went. And my chain falls off again, as I realize that i DON'T HAVE MY HEADPHONES IN. I bike one-handedly as i chatter to Lynne about it. Finally...The pharmacy (End-of-hill-point and less than a mile home.) i speed up....entering the gated community and glancing at the pool. I flip open my phone to a sad-ish text from Aidan. "Work. I love you."...He'll get back around 9-10 Nebraska time...=[ Of course, my Grandmother has Tater-tot casserole ready for us. YUM. We devour it...run back down stairs.....put on swimsuits (At lest Lynne does, I changed before dinner) and here i am now. We're just going to the pool....More if i can fit it in to the day.....IM TIRED. AND SORE. But hey....I'm a biker...Live with it, right? Im crazy...I know =p...
The pool was fun. Then we had Red cake. Then watched Pirates 2. Then called Aidan. Not much to say.
Day Three- Ouch.
"GIRLS UP AND AT 'EM!" My Poppa says. Lynne and I tumble out of bed, again at 7:00. We get ready, and meander up the stairs. My grandparents storm radio screeches, the warning light flickers on, and "SEVER THUNDERSTORM" Flashes. Lynne and I stumble back downstairs, and fall asleep.
At about 9:45 I get a text from Aidan, waking me. We talk for while, then I drift back off, to be woken again by Poppa. We mumble, but mount our bikes, and set off.
All was well for a while. We were planning to ride about 5miles up to lunch. To one of my favorite places. We were making great time, and everything was going well, despite the crazy amount of mud and water from the resent storms. We were about 1.5 miles from the lunch joint when we started riding on a sidewalk-converted-trail (They added another sidewalk). Therefore it was uneven with a ledge in between. I tried to follow my grandfather, shifting from one side to the other. Lynne was behind me. My front tire caught the ledge, and stuck. (If you know anything about biking you know that if anything touches your front tire, your going down...) I flew off my bike, landing on the side of my helmet, and on my hip. My right knee caught the ground, and my bike landed on my leeft thigh. I started bawling, and clutched my knee. A man living in the neighborhood ran over, and tried to help. By now, blood was running down my leg. Even after Poppa had rinsed it off. We acquired ice from the friendly man, and tissues from a woman. I, of course, sent Aidan a picture right away. He promptly started worrying, asking if i was okay, and sending a million ":(" faces. We turned around, and biked to a Walgreen's, getting antiseptic and large band aids. Then we rode, NOT ON THE PATH to lunch.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, other than my ALMOST hitting a fast-speed biker.
Lynne and I arrived at home, cleaned our mud-covered bikes, and showered. I called my father to wish him a happy fathers day, and to report that my mother needed to buy new headphones for me, and send them with Lynne's mother when she came, as I had ruined mine in the crash.
We started watching pirates 2 again, then went out to dinner at a buffet...and here I am.
Aidan and I...had a small fight. It was not resolved, and we both fell asleep.
An interesting day to be sure...lets see what happens next. =p
Day four- 12 rabbits, 6 people, 2 dogs, 2 deer, and a squirrel.
Aidan apologised, as did I. All better! Aidan heads off for weights.
Well. Today (Rather...yesteday...) we had breakfast BEFORE the bike ride. Lynne and I both order the normal, a half-order of biscuits and gravy, a Pepsi for me, OJ for her. Two of my poppa's friends meet us there. One, Mr. Browning, is coming with us on ride. Poppa decides to take us to Princeton, a mere -coughnoteasycough- 17some miles from t breakfast joint. We ride there. Tired as heck, we decide not to go back on the highway to brave the hills, and rather, decide to go on a limestone-paved trail to the town. It was nice...because it was an OLD railroad-converted-trail that my Poppa helped fundraise and built all the Bridges. Lynne and I got board whilst biking and first started singing with our iPods. Then....we started (Along with Poppa) Yelling out when we saw wildlife. 12 rabbits [Three of the babies], 6 people, 2 dogs, 2 deer, and a squirrel. (Thus the title). We were...TIRED
Once home, we collapsed and finished Pirates 3.
We again, made our own lunches, and enjoyed books. Then went on a VERY short ride. I finished the book I was reading, Carpe Diem, and called Aidan. We had a quite pleasant conversation, then we had to go. He left for football 7-one-7, and I to a pool-party. Let me just say, nothing feels better than a hot tub. Wellll...other than being in Aidan's arms. Anywho. We returned home, and had hamburgers and fudge-pops. I started another book (Magic Steps). I again called Aidan. The convo was less pleasant, but still good. We hung up...and ended up calling one more time before i fell asleep.
Day 6- Oh my god...Its 6 O'clock...
We get up. At 6.To get downtown for breakfast at 7. We head to the village inn. I, again, get the same order as always, (Even though this is a different restaurant) and a pair of over-easy eggs. we head out...headed for the Mopac trail. It was fine...tiring, if anything...=( I had to text Aidan for support multiple times. Too many hills.... Anywho. We did 20-something miles. I got a flat. After rating at breakfast about never having flats and whatnot. And about having slimed (Goo that is put in your tire to STOP a flat) tires. Mr. Browning had told me that they don't always work....So. We took a while to fix it, then finished the ride. Here i am now.....By the way, today is the day I am leaving. Camping out...at the starting line. When i get back to "Verona" I'll blog hi-lights from the trip. Going to go pack...Wish me luck!!!!
As before stated, Lynne, Poppa, and I all camped out. Lynne and I are sharing a tent. At about 10:30 (Due to getting lost) Lynne's mother arrived in town. It was raining so we invited her to share our large tent. She brought a bag of my forgotten stuff with her. A letter from Aidan was in the bag. He'd sprayed it with cologne....Yum. It made me cry....
Day one of the actual ride- Um, yay?
Greetings from the first stop on my tour! We rode 61 miles today. It's quite far.... Well. Anywho. I know i said that there was no way of me blogging today, but the town we are staying at was so kind as to leave the high school computer lab open for our Internet usage.
I broke yet another pair of headphones today. At least one of the earbuds works. Yay. We stopped about 10 times on the trip (Its safe to stop about every 10 miles to check everything and give yourself a small recovery time) There were no bad hills, as we are in a Vally. We left at about 8, and arrived in the night-stay town at around 2:25 We made great time. I'm sore...Very much so. my shoulder popped during the ride and doesn't feel quite right now. My knees and hip (Left side) Hurt too...-shrugs- W/e. Get to do it all again tomorrow. Farther...And all uphill...in the sand hills. FUN FUN. I am expecting that i will SAG.... I FINISHED TODAY! um, YAY!!!
~For now, Regan.
P.S, 143, Aidan. Both Meanings!I
P.P.S, Mom, I know you're reading this...I love you! Tell the Family. And hug kitty for me.
P.P.S, To a reader who has been asking about the relationship...Aidan and I are GREAT. We haven't been blogging because we're busy. For me: Work, Biking, Sleep, and friends. For Aidan: Weights, Drum line, Football, Homework, Work, Sleep. He has promised to blog soon. My best wishes for you all, Regan.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Tent Troubles: She said
To be honest...I cant rember what happned....It was a long time ago. I know...the tent broke. AS we were putting it together. The one i was supposted to use for camping that we needed to see if it worked. It didn't...
~For now, Regan.
P.S, :p I would have never though of calling it "Tent Troubles" Great name, Aidan!
~For now, Regan.
P.S, :p I would have never though of calling it "Tent Troubles" Great name, Aidan!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Tent troubles: He said.
Hey guys. Aidan here. Fun day. Late night.
11:11. Making the wish. The wish I always make around this time. Can you guess it?
I'll go into this in detail. When cognition kicks back in.
Check back in the morning. This'll be longer. Promise.
:)
When I see your eyes, your smile, I sprout wings. My heart soars. It is then I know I have seen the true face of beauty.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
11:11. Making the wish. The wish I always make around this time. Can you guess it?
I'll go into this in detail. When cognition kicks back in.
Check back in the morning. This'll be longer. Promise.
:)
When I see your eyes, your smile, I sprout wings. My heart soars. It is then I know I have seen the true face of beauty.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Picture!
Hey! It's Regan. Just an FYI post. Our picture is up. Its not of our faces because...it's not...xD but it does show the size differences between Aidan and myself. Taken in my backyard... :D The quote is from a song by we the kings.
~For now, Regan.
~For now, Regan.
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