I needed coffee. Was totally out of coffee, so I went to the store. Ended up bumping into The Drama Queen, who I haven't seen in months since she stopped working at the grocery. She was wearing yet another new chunk of jewelery, diamond.
As she was showing off the latest gift her husband gave her, she stood there her mouth open, eyes wide then looked around to see who might be listening, and leaned in to tell me who she bumped into at the cinema on the weekend.
TDQ-:"You remember when we were in college, that guy you always hung out with."
I stood there looking like a confused rabbit for a few minutes because that could have been one of like 40 people.
Me-:"Which one?"
TDQ-:"You remember. The guy with the hair who always wore that leather jacket with army jacket under it." I had no idea who the hell she was going on about but just nodded. "He's just got divorced, and he asked about you. Well, we were talking and when I mentioned that you are I are still friends, he started to ask questions. I told him you were dating someone."
Me-:"I'm not dating anyone. Haven't been for a long time now." She slapped my arm laughing.
TDQ-:"Oh come on. Darling, you're going to tell me that you're not dating Paul?"
Me-:"What? I don't even know who the hell you're talking about. Either of them actually."
She leaned in with this smirk on her face, her hand up at her chin showing off the ring again.
TDQ-:"You know Paul. Paul!" I shook my head at her completely confused as to who she was talking about. "I was told you two were a couple. Storm told me the other week when he and I went for lunch. He said that you and Paul were hanging out here a lot." she pointed to the Starbucks in the back of the building.
Me-:"I have no idea who the hell you're talking about. And I'm not dating anyone." She grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me to turn around and look at one of the stock boys. "Oh Zane's buddy."
TDQ-:"So you're really not dating him?"
Me-:"No, I'm really not dating him. Not dating anyone."
TDQ-:"Then why did Storm say to me that you were?"
I shrugged. "I have no idea.He's been weird with me the last few months."
TDQ-:"Cause, my husband was going to set you up with this one buddy of his from work, and when I mentioned it to Storm, he told me you were dating Paul."
Me-:"Huh. Interesting."
TDQ-:"Too late now, that guy is dating one of the girls from our church." she looked around behind her, spotting one of the other check out girls she used to hang out with and left to talk to them.
I took a few turns around the store looking for Storm but didn't find him. Which might be a good thing as I have no idea what I would have done if I had. Might have knocked the coffee container over his skull.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Afternoon weirdness
I finally got home. I was suppose to have been at mother's for a day. It turned into 5 days. Part because of the weather.
I was checking the mail as I walked up to the building, and some dude was going in circles a few feet away, in the tiny parking lot on a bike. Just peddling around and around and around. Then when he saw me, came over to the mailboxes and just sat there on the bike.
I have no idea who it was, never seen him before in my life. As I headed to the front door of the building, I saw him peddle around the building, and came through the back door with the bike. He ran up the stairs and into the apartment across the hall.
So, either he moved in in the 5 days I've been gone, or he's a guest of the neighbour across the hall. Ether way, it was sort of creepy him just sitting there staring at me as I got the mail.
I was checking the mail as I walked up to the building, and some dude was going in circles a few feet away, in the tiny parking lot on a bike. Just peddling around and around and around. Then when he saw me, came over to the mailboxes and just sat there on the bike.
I have no idea who it was, never seen him before in my life. As I headed to the front door of the building, I saw him peddle around the building, and came through the back door with the bike. He ran up the stairs and into the apartment across the hall.
So, either he moved in in the 5 days I've been gone, or he's a guest of the neighbour across the hall. Ether way, it was sort of creepy him just sitting there staring at me as I got the mail.
Morning coffee
"He's a Berger."
"What?"
I was chatting with a few of the girls from the book site again. Cheryl was telling me about this new guy she's been talking to at her work.
Cheryl-:"You know, like on SATC. He's a total Jack Berger. Looks like the actor who played him, only with blonde hair and fatter, has been working on a screenplay now forever, which I'm sure will suck but I'm not going to tell him that."
Ah, yes another person who has fallen under the spell of a spring time romance. Those can be nice, fresh full of promise. This got me thinking first of the show, then of the real life Berger that I had met few years ago, Sci-Fi Guy. He was/is a writer as well. Wonder if he ever finished his novel?
Me-:"So what's the damage?"
Cheryl-:"He's divorced and has moved back in with his dad while he looks for a new place to live."
Okay, this is more then just a familiar sounding thing. I've dated a few guys in the past who moved back in with their dads after a divorce/break-up/getting fired, and I always ended up being the band-aid. Like a softer version of the rebound.
I told Cheryl that too. Which of course, she didn't want to hear. I wouldn't want to hear it, hell I still don't want to hear it and I lived through it.
She had to go and get ready for work, while I decided to try to work on my own novel. Try being the keyword here. My mind just wasn't on it. I kept thinking about everyone lately that I've been chatting with, and how they are all either in a new relationship or thinking about getting into one with someone they are totally crushing on.
Then there is me. My current crush is a character based on a character played by a wrestler whom I've never met. Confusing isn't it? All this and I'm just having my first cup of coffee this morning. And of course, there is always Mr. Scratchy to think about.
"What?"
I was chatting with a few of the girls from the book site again. Cheryl was telling me about this new guy she's been talking to at her work.
Cheryl-:"You know, like on SATC. He's a total Jack Berger. Looks like the actor who played him, only with blonde hair and fatter, has been working on a screenplay now forever, which I'm sure will suck but I'm not going to tell him that."
Ah, yes another person who has fallen under the spell of a spring time romance. Those can be nice, fresh full of promise. This got me thinking first of the show, then of the real life Berger that I had met few years ago, Sci-Fi Guy. He was/is a writer as well. Wonder if he ever finished his novel?
Me-:"So what's the damage?"
Cheryl-:"He's divorced and has moved back in with his dad while he looks for a new place to live."
Okay, this is more then just a familiar sounding thing. I've dated a few guys in the past who moved back in with their dads after a divorce/break-up/getting fired, and I always ended up being the band-aid. Like a softer version of the rebound.
I told Cheryl that too. Which of course, she didn't want to hear. I wouldn't want to hear it, hell I still don't want to hear it and I lived through it.
She had to go and get ready for work, while I decided to try to work on my own novel. Try being the keyword here. My mind just wasn't on it. I kept thinking about everyone lately that I've been chatting with, and how they are all either in a new relationship or thinking about getting into one with someone they are totally crushing on.
Then there is me. My current crush is a character based on a character played by a wrestler whom I've never met. Confusing isn't it? All this and I'm just having my first cup of coffee this morning. And of course, there is always Mr. Scratchy to think about.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Crush it
You ever have any of those "I told you so" moments when you find yourself either giving someone advice that others have given you, or when others throw you own advice back at you?
It's one of those moments.
The one girl from the other week who was talking about her crush, was talking about a new one. And the first words out of her mouth were "he's so out of my league".
Gee, where oh where have I heard that before? Oh right, myself about every guy I have ever liked. I found myself telling her what so many people have told me over the decades, "don't think that, thinking like that will make you hate yourself and you'll always have low self esteem. Remember at the end of the day, he's just a man."
Ironic, isn't it?
About a dozen others were throwing advice at her, all forgetting just how young she is. Then, we found out the guy is in his 30's. She's a teenager. I swear you could cut the silence with a butcher knife.
How on earth do you keep a teenager from doing just what they want when their hormones are all over the place? I'm not really sure you can. Top it all off, if the guy is a fixture in her life on a regular basis, how do you keep him from doing something?
We're talking about a crush that could end up with legal ramifications.
Having a crush can be the best and worst thing any woman can go through. (yes I know guys crush too) You have that rush of butterflies every time you talk to them, or when you know you're going to be around them, you think about them all the time, to the point you don't eat or sleep. And since they can go either way, expanding into something real or fading away into nothingness, that layer of the unknown adds to the thrill.
This situation is one of those serious double edged swords. You don't want to see someone get hurt physically, mentally or worse. But at the same time, you don't want to see them end up feeling like they are dirt and never going for what they want in life either.
I wish this topic had been a lighter one, as crushes should always be good for you. But, in this case, I see nothing good coming.
It's one of those moments.
The one girl from the other week who was talking about her crush, was talking about a new one. And the first words out of her mouth were "he's so out of my league".
Gee, where oh where have I heard that before? Oh right, myself about every guy I have ever liked. I found myself telling her what so many people have told me over the decades, "don't think that, thinking like that will make you hate yourself and you'll always have low self esteem. Remember at the end of the day, he's just a man."
Ironic, isn't it?
About a dozen others were throwing advice at her, all forgetting just how young she is. Then, we found out the guy is in his 30's. She's a teenager. I swear you could cut the silence with a butcher knife.
How on earth do you keep a teenager from doing just what they want when their hormones are all over the place? I'm not really sure you can. Top it all off, if the guy is a fixture in her life on a regular basis, how do you keep him from doing something?
We're talking about a crush that could end up with legal ramifications.
Having a crush can be the best and worst thing any woman can go through. (yes I know guys crush too) You have that rush of butterflies every time you talk to them, or when you know you're going to be around them, you think about them all the time, to the point you don't eat or sleep. And since they can go either way, expanding into something real or fading away into nothingness, that layer of the unknown adds to the thrill.
This situation is one of those serious double edged swords. You don't want to see someone get hurt physically, mentally or worse. But at the same time, you don't want to see them end up feeling like they are dirt and never going for what they want in life either.
I wish this topic had been a lighter one, as crushes should always be good for you. But, in this case, I see nothing good coming.
Tidbits afternoon
I decided to stick around mom's for an extra day, and was watching the replay of last night's wrestling, when I hear mom out of nowhere say "He's cute, why can't you find a guy like that." then laughed for about five minutes. She was referring to the Rebel Without a Cause.
Me-:"I'll get right on that. Pencil that in, find a carbon copy of the Rebel without a Cause, fit that on my to do list right between the dentist at the end of the month and having zombies eat my brains."
Mom-:"What ever happened to skunky? Never see him on the show anymore." she was meaning of course The Celebrity.
Me-:"That's because The Celebrity isn't in company #2 anymore. Not on tv here anymore."
Shall I mention here that since Walsh pointed it out, I have not been able to stop seeing the resemblance between them.
It wouldn't matter anyway if by some mystical magical way I did land a hot, talented, successful guy, he'd still be considered a lesser man by my family, compared to my brother in law. Have I mentioned the fact that my mom, my one aunt, two of my cousins and one of my uncles all think that my brother in law hangs the sun and moon? One of my cousin's wives gets all flirty and tries to be seductive whenever she's around him. Like she'd ever be able to steal him from my sister.
I have no idea why everyone seems to be so taken by him?
My family sucks.
Me-:"I'll get right on that. Pencil that in, find a carbon copy of the Rebel without a Cause, fit that on my to do list right between the dentist at the end of the month and having zombies eat my brains."
Mom-:"What ever happened to skunky? Never see him on the show anymore." she was meaning of course The Celebrity.
Me-:"That's because The Celebrity isn't in company #2 anymore. Not on tv here anymore."
Shall I mention here that since Walsh pointed it out, I have not been able to stop seeing the resemblance between them.
It wouldn't matter anyway if by some mystical magical way I did land a hot, talented, successful guy, he'd still be considered a lesser man by my family, compared to my brother in law. Have I mentioned the fact that my mom, my one aunt, two of my cousins and one of my uncles all think that my brother in law hangs the sun and moon? One of my cousin's wives gets all flirty and tries to be seductive whenever she's around him. Like she'd ever be able to steal him from my sister.
I have no idea why everyone seems to be so taken by him?
My family sucks.
Middle of the night
Mr. Scratchy. I wrote something on the wrestling stuff yesterday, and on the episode of the show tonight, I saw a bit of a storyline that fit with what I wrote. Since I don't believe in coincidence, I can only imagine that someone read what I had to say and thought it was a cool idea.
Was that you?
Anyways, I think you're checking in to this tonight, tired, drained, wanting nothing but a beer.
I don't know man, I'm trying to trust my instincts here, but my imagination keeps getting in the way. Like that episode of Farscape, where the lead character knows the truth of the situation but his fears keep messing with his mind and he just falls apart.
Now, that show's a classic love story in space.
I keep waiting for the comment, the hint, the inside joke that will clue me in as to who you are. Keep trying to think of something that you might decide to go with, but nothing seems right. I suppose I'll just get it when I'm meant to.
This guessing game has been going on for the last few years, and so far it seems myself and everyone else who's wondered with me, have been wrong. I guess that means that you really like the shadows.
Okay Herman, I hope the rest of your night or morning whenever you check in, is a good one. Dream of yellow flowers in the rain.
Was that you?
Anyways, I think you're checking in to this tonight, tired, drained, wanting nothing but a beer.
I don't know man, I'm trying to trust my instincts here, but my imagination keeps getting in the way. Like that episode of Farscape, where the lead character knows the truth of the situation but his fears keep messing with his mind and he just falls apart.
Now, that show's a classic love story in space.
I keep waiting for the comment, the hint, the inside joke that will clue me in as to who you are. Keep trying to think of something that you might decide to go with, but nothing seems right. I suppose I'll just get it when I'm meant to.
This guessing game has been going on for the last few years, and so far it seems myself and everyone else who's wondered with me, have been wrong. I guess that means that you really like the shadows.
Okay Herman, I hope the rest of your night or morning whenever you check in, is a good one. Dream of yellow flowers in the rain.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Post -it Notes Monday 8th
Mr. Scratchy, Herman.
I didn't end up making it home yet, as we got bad weather here today again. So I got nothing done today. Not a single project, less then a paragraph on the story. Totally blows.
So I thought I would make a cup of tea and write you a quick note.
Mr. Scratchy, Herman.
How has your day been? I'm thinking your day was totally glorious. I imagine you started your day with a run, or a few hours at the gym, then maybe caught up with your bird watching (yeah no idea what the hell I'm talking about today) while designing a new style of checker board... no I think you sculpted a giant chess piece. Out of paper mache. Just because you knew how.
I think that you're sitting there right now, reading me while you drink your coffee, your dog running around the room trying to get you to play fetch with it. Maybe you've just downloaded a new movie. Something classic like, Revenge of the Nerds. and plan on watching it before going to work.
But first I'm thinking you have to get to the cleaners before they close and pick up your laundry.
I am betting you're standing around right now in a pair of dirty jeans and hoodie, both faded and stretched out from over use. A big grin on your face from my ever silly notes.
Here's the thing Herman. There is a part of me that wants to scream at you to tell me who you are, and there is a part of me that is terrified to know. Makes me think of that old song by the group Jason Bonham Band Wait For You. (Time for a 80's heavy metal flashback) so how about a hint?
Well, I hope I put a really big grin on your face this evening Mr. Scratchy.
I didn't end up making it home yet, as we got bad weather here today again. So I got nothing done today. Not a single project, less then a paragraph on the story. Totally blows.
So I thought I would make a cup of tea and write you a quick note.
Mr. Scratchy, Herman.
How has your day been? I'm thinking your day was totally glorious. I imagine you started your day with a run, or a few hours at the gym, then maybe caught up with your bird watching (yeah no idea what the hell I'm talking about today) while designing a new style of checker board... no I think you sculpted a giant chess piece. Out of paper mache. Just because you knew how.
I think that you're sitting there right now, reading me while you drink your coffee, your dog running around the room trying to get you to play fetch with it. Maybe you've just downloaded a new movie. Something classic like, Revenge of the Nerds. and plan on watching it before going to work.
But first I'm thinking you have to get to the cleaners before they close and pick up your laundry.
I am betting you're standing around right now in a pair of dirty jeans and hoodie, both faded and stretched out from over use. A big grin on your face from my ever silly notes.
Here's the thing Herman. There is a part of me that wants to scream at you to tell me who you are, and there is a part of me that is terrified to know. Makes me think of that old song by the group Jason Bonham Band Wait For You. (Time for a 80's heavy metal flashback) so how about a hint?
Well, I hope I put a really big grin on your face this evening Mr. Scratchy.
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