Tuesday Tidbits

With the internet, I rarely need to physically go to the bank anymore, unless of course I need to cash a rare cheque.  Today was one of those days. 
There is a new guy who works there. Young, cute, looks a little like the actor from Bold and the Beautiful who plays Liam Spencer.  Too bad he's only got an attention span for Fanny.
I went to his window, cashed my cheque, didn't even get a smile out of him. Cause he was too busy glancing over at Fanny.  Ironically Fanny said hi to me and took the two steps from her window over to his before I could leave.  She leaned over and asked if I've talked to Starbucks Dude lately.  Haven't talked to him in a few weeks, far as I know he's out of town again.
Liam-lookalike heard us obviously and seemed more then a little shaken.

I left thinking poor guy I know how he feels 99% of the time,  and if I hurried I could get to mom's before the end of Bold and the Beautiful.

Steam up your windows part one

She wrapped her left arm up under his, her right hand snaking it's way around his jaw as she came up behind him. He felt the warmth of her lips on his left shoulder, then the back of his neck; causing him to shiver under the softness of her touch. She trailed kisses down his back, her hands sliding down over the length of his stomach.  Closing his eyes, he threw his head back letting a sigh escape his lips,  the heat of her mouth now at his waist sent another bolt of electricity through him. But it was the delicate tip of her tongue as she slid it over the center of his spine, that got the reaction out of him,  as she once again moved up the length of his body.


He opened his eyes, swearing as the phone was ringing.  Looking at the caller id, he debated if he should answer it or not.  He did. "What?" he yawned into the phone.


"Hey. Did I wake you?"  a soft female voice asked on the other end.  He shifted his weight on the bed, pulling the covers up to the middle of his chest, suddenly feeling exposed. He looked at the clock on the bedside table as it flashed 3:13am.


"Yes. What are you wanting?"  he yawned again hitting the back of his skull on the headboard as he rolled over. 


"I missed you." Her voice was nothing more then a soft hush on the other end of the phone. Caleb hated to admit to Estelle, but he missed her too. And if his dream was any indication as to how much, he figured he'd better keep that to himself too.  "Are you alone?" her voice cooed in his ear.  Caleb cleared his throat, asking again what she wanted.  This time, his own voice was hushed with more then the desire to sleep. 
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Okay some of you realize I do write. If you've seen any of my work in the past around then you know I like to throw these bits and pieces up every so often.
And I thought what  a lovely way to change the energy on this blog.  And yes, this is the same two characters from my short Mad as Hell  on my other blog.

Love - Darling

Sunday June 5th

The last hour has left me in a state of disbelief.  I'm not even sure it is something that fits with this blog, but it has to do with The Celebrity.   In a back ass sort of way.

Bumped into JTGG while he was waiting for the bus, which is right outside of my mother's building. He'd missed the one bus and came in with me to mom's to wait the half hour for the next one. We started talking about jeans.
Jeans, and styles and length.  We mentioned how The Celebrity had the cuffs of his jeans rolled on the show the other day, and I made the comment about how short is he really. {question actually}

Then the whole thing exploded.  Mother out of nowhere said "It doesn't matter if his a munchkin if he's a runt, you're never going to see him."

The gasp that JTGG let out would have put a crash victim to shame.  He grabbed me saying he needed a smoke and for me to go stand outside with him while he had one.

JTGG-:"You're mother is a bitch! Ohmygod! How do you put up with her? That's crazy!"

It's not even what she said that's got me all messed up, it's how she said it.
She did not say "well you can't afford to get to a live show so you'll never get the chance to meet him"  or  "aren't you a little too old to be standing in line for autographs so you most likely will never have the chance to meet him"   
Which would have made sense and would not have hurt.

But that's not how she said it. That's not what she said.   She said it the same way you would if you were grounding a teenager  because their friends were bad influences or something. 

I don't know man, that comment just totally messed with my head. 

The Zaniness of it part 2

I was walking home and bumped into G-Babbs who was walking her dog.  We were standing on the sidewalk behind the grocery.  The dog started to bark it's head off, so I bent down to pet him to see if that would quiet him.
Then I spotted what the dog was barking at. Or I should say who.   Zane was coming around the building.
Let me tell you that it was a very hot +28degree Celsius here today, and I was wearing a cammy. Low cut.
When Zane got close enough for me to see that it was him, it was too late.  I'd pretty much fallen out of my shirt. The guy stopped, lit a cigarette (I had no idea he was a smoker) and kept his head down.  He did wave though and said "hi".
G-Babbs continued to talk, the dog continued to bark and when I looked over, I spotted Zane turning the corner of the grocery I suppose to go back to work, and he looked over at me.
Damn, I got caught looking, as did he.  
Only, because of the cammy, I think he saw more then needed of me at this time.

To You

About a year and a half ago, I did a small collection of poems/letters on my blogs that were to my unmet future man.  Done in the style of a Gratitude Journal, thanking the universe for bringing him into my life.
If you've never worked with the idea of a gratitude journal before, it's purpose is to be thankful for what you know is coming but has yet to manifest; and it's done as if the item/event has already happened.
I thought I might start doing that again here.


To You:


You were on my mind again, keeping me from working. 
I know I'm on your mind too,
Just wanted to wish you sweet dreams and hope you have a great day tomorrow.


Yours Lovingly 
Darling

Thursday Tidbits

 Saw this big burly biker hop the fence in front of the garden/lawn of City Hall.  He was picking lilacs from the front of the garden.  Security was standing right there and just did nothing.  Biker was in full Hell's Angels vest.  Then saw him hop the fence again, run over to this blonde who was walking down the street, and hand her the fresh flowers.

Seriously, would you have tried to tell him that was against the law?  Me neither.

The Zaniness of it

Normally, I do not go through Zane's checkout.  Simply because his express line, smells like the perfume counter at the mall.  Women of all ages, sizes and styles flaunt themselves at the poor guy.
Today, I spotted him in the regular checkout  and at 2:30pm it was nearly empty so I got into his line.

Me-: "They moved you over here to this end today for a change of scenery?"

Zane-: "Yes. And I hate it. I hate working this end. It's lonely"  

Had there not been some 80 year old guy standing a centimeter away, I would have lingered long enough to flirt some.  But there was an 80 year old guy standing a centimeter away waiting his turn in line. One of the rare times I've seen a man in Zane's line by the way.

Not too mention, all I could think as I left the place was that Zane could not possibly ever be lonely, given how much female attention that guy gets where ever he goes.  I've seen him at the mall walking minding his own business with his earphones on, a few high heeled stalkers flipping their hair; trying to be first to get his number.  I've seen a few girls nearly wrestle each other out of the seat next to him on the bus.

Then again, if I think back to something The Celebrity and The Other Guy once said on the show "it's lonely at the top".
Maybe Zane's finding that out?