I've been walking around the house aimlessly now for over half an hour, listening to the sound of the thunderstorm raging outside and the sound of James Taylor's voice crooning in my head.
Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone.
Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you.
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song,
I just can't remember who to send it to.
I've seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I'd see you again.
I'm trying very hard to avoid the melancholy, but weather like this, has a way of undoing progress. That being said, I'm going to go hide beneath the covers with a flashlight and a book.
Maybe A Fresh Start
I'm half awake, just conscious enough to type but in no way able to think with a clear and rational head.
I was talking with my Dad tonight and told him I could really see myself living up in Glens Falls. I even told him that I had went as far as to check out the help wanted ads as well as the average cost of rent for someone not looking to buy a house right away.
My Dad of course thinks I'm nuts. "Sure you like it now ... But what happens come winter? You might be changing your tune then.", he warned, trying to sound casual about the whole thing even though his face said he didn't think much of my idea at all.
But for now, it's just a thought swimming around in the back of my head.
I was talking with my Dad tonight and told him I could really see myself living up in Glens Falls. I even told him that I had went as far as to check out the help wanted ads as well as the average cost of rent for someone not looking to buy a house right away.
My Dad of course thinks I'm nuts. "Sure you like it now ... But what happens come winter? You might be changing your tune then.", he warned, trying to sound casual about the whole thing even though his face said he didn't think much of my idea at all.
But for now, it's just a thought swimming around in the back of my head.
Home Sweet Home
My ass is numb ... Yet I am home.
Had a great weekend, despite mounds of traffic and one inconsiderate jerk who cut me off on the Northway. I felt much better after giving him the finger and mouthing an obscenity out the window.
Didn't see much in the way of fireworks, although I did hear a great many. Being up in the mountains doesn't really make for great viewing options.
Well, I've got a pizza in the oven, and some unpacking to do as well as a few phone calls to make so I am off. Until later duckies.
Had a great weekend, despite mounds of traffic and one inconsiderate jerk who cut me off on the Northway. I felt much better after giving him the finger and mouthing an obscenity out the window.
Didn't see much in the way of fireworks, although I did hear a great many. Being up in the mountains doesn't really make for great viewing options.
Well, I've got a pizza in the oven, and some unpacking to do as well as a few phone calls to make so I am off. Until later duckies.
Hitting the Open Road
About to start the packing I meant to do last night until I stuck my nose in a book and ended that idea before I'd even begun.
KC's not feeling all that well and I am concerned that this trip is going to be doomed before its even started. At this point, I think it was just too much fun and excitement in the sun today which has her feeling out of sorts. At least I hope so.
Not going to be a long post tonight, as I want to get the car packed and ready to go for an early leave in the morning. My plan is to be on the road by 4:30 am, thereby cutting off most in not all of the holiday traffic for my short 3 hour drive.
Still questioning whether or not I'll be bringing my lap top with me, so I can maintain posting. But I have a feeling I will be leaving it home this weekend. Anyone who desperately needs me, knows how to get a hold of me and anyone else, I'm sure can live without me for a couple of days.
With that, I'm off.
Wishing you all a Happy and SAFE 4th of July.
NWTLO temporarily signing off.
KC's not feeling all that well and I am concerned that this trip is going to be doomed before its even started. At this point, I think it was just too much fun and excitement in the sun today which has her feeling out of sorts. At least I hope so.
Not going to be a long post tonight, as I want to get the car packed and ready to go for an early leave in the morning. My plan is to be on the road by 4:30 am, thereby cutting off most in not all of the holiday traffic for my short 3 hour drive.
Still questioning whether or not I'll be bringing my lap top with me, so I can maintain posting. But I have a feeling I will be leaving it home this weekend. Anyone who desperately needs me, knows how to get a hold of me and anyone else, I'm sure can live without me for a couple of days.
With that, I'm off.
Wishing you all a Happy and SAFE 4th of July.
NWTLO temporarily signing off.
A Path of Crumbs
Heading out of town this weekend. Still trying to decide whether or not I want to leave after work tomorrow night or get an early start Saturday morning before all the holiday traffic has a chance to hit the roads. Either way I couldn't have picked a worse weekend for travel. Lord knows, I get nervous enough driving outside the small area of my comfort zone. And now, just the thought of the Northway, with 3 lanes of speeding holiday, heading to Lake George traffic is enough to make my knuckles white with fear.
Because I am a complete chicken when it comes to travel. Ask anyone. I totally freak myself out over the smallest things. As my Mother reminded me today, "Stacey you know the way there. You've only spent the last 29 years of your life going the same way. There's no way you could forget where you're going."
And yet, if it were possible I could and I would.
Off to pack ... More from me tomorrow.
Because I am a complete chicken when it comes to travel. Ask anyone. I totally freak myself out over the smallest things. As my Mother reminded me today, "Stacey you know the way there. You've only spent the last 29 years of your life going the same way. There's no way you could forget where you're going."
And yet, if it were possible I could and I would.
Off to pack ... More from me tomorrow.
Days of My Life
What the hell day is it?
I just figured out that I spent all of yesterday thinking it was Thursday, only to find out this morning - as in just a few minutes ago - that today was Thursday, and yesterday was indeed Wednesday, no matter how much I treated it like a Thursday.
This would explain why nobody else cleaned their front or back porches yesterday like yours truly did for the power washers that are coming TODAY, and why when I got home - horribly late from work last night - the house didn't appear to be very clean at all. Because - and let me say this again for all of you who are still sleeping - they're coming TODAY. Today as in Thursday, which is not Wednesday, which is what is was yesterday. Which is why I was the only idiot cleaning her porch yesterday morning before going to work.
And did I mention I wore jeans to work yesterday? A major no no, but being that my give a shit factor was at an all time low, I figured if anyone wanted to give me grief, I was fully prepared to give them hell. Funny thing however, other than a few glances, everyone kept their mouths most conveniently shut.
I still got my ass kicked yesterday though. My desk was a complete mess, and no matter how I plugged along throughout the whole day, even working through my lunch - as usual - I couldn't catch up. So I had to weigh my options to either stay late and get things caught up or leave it for the this morning and risk having another busy ass day playing catch up. The choice was obvious ...
Smart girls always stay late and get what they need done. Even when they're salary and don't get paid overtime. Sick? Yup ... Necessary? Unfortunately.
Oh well, time to make the doughnuts.
I just figured out that I spent all of yesterday thinking it was Thursday, only to find out this morning - as in just a few minutes ago - that today was Thursday, and yesterday was indeed Wednesday, no matter how much I treated it like a Thursday.
This would explain why nobody else cleaned their front or back porches yesterday like yours truly did for the power washers that are coming TODAY, and why when I got home - horribly late from work last night - the house didn't appear to be very clean at all. Because - and let me say this again for all of you who are still sleeping - they're coming TODAY. Today as in Thursday, which is not Wednesday, which is what is was yesterday. Which is why I was the only idiot cleaning her porch yesterday morning before going to work.
And did I mention I wore jeans to work yesterday? A major no no, but being that my give a shit factor was at an all time low, I figured if anyone wanted to give me grief, I was fully prepared to give them hell. Funny thing however, other than a few glances, everyone kept their mouths most conveniently shut.
I still got my ass kicked yesterday though. My desk was a complete mess, and no matter how I plugged along throughout the whole day, even working through my lunch - as usual - I couldn't catch up. So I had to weigh my options to either stay late and get things caught up or leave it for the this morning and risk having another busy ass day playing catch up. The choice was obvious ...
Smart girls always stay late and get what they need done. Even when they're salary and don't get paid overtime. Sick? Yup ... Necessary? Unfortunately.
Oh well, time to make the doughnuts.
Calgon ... Take Me Away
As sick and twisted as it is, I'm still at work. Today was an absolute day from hell. No time to explain now. (Perhaps later?)
It is however, almost over … Another five minutes and I am out of here …
Oh well, so much for living the good life.
If Only It Were Friday
Top 5 Things That Annoy Me At Work
- 5. Invisible hands turning on the heat when it's (almost) flipping July! My advice … Buy a sweater!
- 4. Voice mail messages, where the person leaves neither their name, or their phone number, but holds tight to the belief that you'll acquire psychic powers and call them back within an hours time.
- 3. Anyone who utilizes the "not my job" attitude to the fullest extreme. (But persists on telling you exactly how you should do your job … Two words, bite me.)
- 2. People who get all uppity and in your face with a problem, only to find out they were wrong and they've just given you hell for no reason.
- 1. Having to work through lunch every day just to clock out on time. Ugh!
And in other news …
Have random plans tonight, unsure of what they are as of yet. But do know they don't involve going straight home after work. Maybe out to dinner with friends and a few drinks after. At least it sounds like a good start to me. Freedom is a nice thing, but it's just not the same without KC at home.
Ahhh … 40 minutes left to finish up this last stack of proofing.
Absolutely Wonderful
I had an absolutely brilliant time tonight. (I just got home.)
It felt so good to get out of the house and feel like me again. Me, as in not a Mom, not an employee, not anything but Stacey in her truest form.
I've come to realize that I need to do this more often. Taking time to myself to just relax, have a good time, and not worry about everything all at once like I normally do.
Since KC's at her Dad's until Friday, I've decided to really live it up this week and do things I've been wanting to do but haven't made time for. So as for posting, things may get a little light around here for the next few days, unless I can sneak in posts from work.
All in all, don't expect too much. I'm going to take this having fun thing seriously.
Besides I want to tell you all about the most impressive thing I saw today, which luckily was not Mike's underwear or his (cough) ring - although I had to use excessive foce to kick him out of my office to keep him from sharing ... (It's so nice to have friends that are touched in the head.)
But that can wait til tomorrow. I've a night to get back to.
It felt so good to get out of the house and feel like me again. Me, as in not a Mom, not an employee, not anything but Stacey in her truest form.
I've come to realize that I need to do this more often. Taking time to myself to just relax, have a good time, and not worry about everything all at once like I normally do.
Since KC's at her Dad's until Friday, I've decided to really live it up this week and do things I've been wanting to do but haven't made time for. So as for posting, things may get a little light around here for the next few days, unless I can sneak in posts from work.
All in all, don't expect too much. I'm going to take this having fun thing seriously.
Besides I want to tell you all about the most impressive thing I saw today, which luckily was not Mike's underwear or his (cough) ring - although I had to use excessive foce to kick him out of my office to keep him from sharing ... (It's so nice to have friends that are touched in the head.)
But that can wait til tomorrow. I've a night to get back to.
Email Envy
Too busy to even try to breathe today. Had to work through my entire lunch period just to make a dent and am still running far behind. (I'm supposed to go to the movies tonight and at this point it's looking a little shady on whether or not I'll be able to make it ...)
Mike is sending me lewd emails. He's timing them perfectly for when my phone rings, and I can't stop laughing as I try to say hello.
I think he may be hooked on phonics, as witnessed by his latest email.
From: Mike
To: Stacey
Sent: 06-28-04 03:41 pm
"word jumble starts with N end in pull"
And I thought I had problems ...
One Last Comment
Starting off with a new day, and a new week, I'm going to half take the advice of someone and move on a bit, in order not to seem too stuck in the past.
Said advice - although not exactly stellar in my way of thinking - at least opened my mind to the fact that I am presenting this whole break up situation as if I haven't gotten past it. (Note: I'm not glued to my Kleenex.) While it would seem that I'm not on the mend, truth is I am - although I have a hefty dose of anger that occasionally gets ignited when things get stirred up.
And yesterday things did indeed get stirred up. I'm not going to start on that topic again other than to say that someone who thought a post was about him was wrong, however yesterday's post definitely was. End explanation and story. Like I said new day, new week, clean slate and all that.
Just another reason you've got to love a Monday morning. And all this before I've managed to shower or grab a cup of cocoa. Perhaps more from work later, depending on how the day goes there.
Said advice - although not exactly stellar in my way of thinking - at least opened my mind to the fact that I am presenting this whole break up situation as if I haven't gotten past it. (Note: I'm not glued to my Kleenex.) While it would seem that I'm not on the mend, truth is I am - although I have a hefty dose of anger that occasionally gets ignited when things get stirred up.
And yesterday things did indeed get stirred up. I'm not going to start on that topic again other than to say that someone who thought a post was about him was wrong, however yesterday's post definitely was. End explanation and story. Like I said new day, new week, clean slate and all that.
Just another reason you've got to love a Monday morning. And all this before I've managed to shower or grab a cup of cocoa. Perhaps more from work later, depending on how the day goes there.
Love Doesn't Always Win
Perhaps you're angry now, thinking I have gone too far and said too much. Maybe now, salt in the wound begins to sting. Out there in the world, there is a story about you, that doesn't present you in its kindest light. And maybe it has hurt you in the same way you've been hurting me. And maybe it was I who wanted to hurt you.
What did you expect me to do? Limit myself to saying only nice things, when in reality it felt like I had let you walk all over me. The last time I saw you, did you really think that I thought it would be the last time? You bit me on the nose and sent me off to work, letting me believe we had a tomorrow.
And my sin, all I ever wanted from you, was time. Time that we could spend together. But all you gave me were excuses of why you were too tired, too busy, too in need of your own personal space. And I waited, honestly I waited as long as I could, always giving you the benefit of the doubt, thinking that if I waited long enough I'd get the prize in the end. You were the prize I wanted.
And so that weekend. That weekend when it could have been just you and I, together and alone, the weekend that I'd spent the entire week looking forward to, with the thought of having you all to myself, that was the weekend you broke me down. You cancelled on me without so much of a hint of an apology in your voice.
Friday night I cried myself to sleep, you would have known, if you'd been there.
Saturday morning, I still had hope. And I called you, and you were so cold, almost mean and once again your time was spoken for, though not by me.
Did you think I wanted to break up with you? Did you think that was the reason that I had called?
And yet, your attitude left me little choice and then your words cut through me like a hot knife pulled from the fire.
"I don't have the same feelings for you as I think you have for me."
Not really any other way a girl can interpret such words said by the man in her life. And despite the feelings I had for you, you left me little choice. Remember that last thing I said, "I'll miss you." Does that sound like someone who wanted to let you go?
So in answer to your question, that you were kind enough to leave in comment. No ... You didn't do what I wanted you to do. If you had, I could call you up right now and you'd be happy to hear the sound of my voice. I took a gamble, and I lost. But maybe now, I'm realizing that you're really the one who lost. You could have had my heart, you could have had my soul, you could have had me ...
But that is the way of the world.
You can try to give someone the very best of you, but you can't make them take it, and you can't make them give the very best of themselves back.
What did you expect me to do? Limit myself to saying only nice things, when in reality it felt like I had let you walk all over me. The last time I saw you, did you really think that I thought it would be the last time? You bit me on the nose and sent me off to work, letting me believe we had a tomorrow.
And my sin, all I ever wanted from you, was time. Time that we could spend together. But all you gave me were excuses of why you were too tired, too busy, too in need of your own personal space. And I waited, honestly I waited as long as I could, always giving you the benefit of the doubt, thinking that if I waited long enough I'd get the prize in the end. You were the prize I wanted.
And so that weekend. That weekend when it could have been just you and I, together and alone, the weekend that I'd spent the entire week looking forward to, with the thought of having you all to myself, that was the weekend you broke me down. You cancelled on me without so much of a hint of an apology in your voice.
Friday night I cried myself to sleep, you would have known, if you'd been there.
Saturday morning, I still had hope. And I called you, and you were so cold, almost mean and once again your time was spoken for, though not by me.
Did you think I wanted to break up with you? Did you think that was the reason that I had called?
And yet, your attitude left me little choice and then your words cut through me like a hot knife pulled from the fire.
"I don't have the same feelings for you as I think you have for me."
Not really any other way a girl can interpret such words said by the man in her life. And despite the feelings I had for you, you left me little choice. Remember that last thing I said, "I'll miss you." Does that sound like someone who wanted to let you go?
So in answer to your question, that you were kind enough to leave in comment. No ... You didn't do what I wanted you to do. If you had, I could call you up right now and you'd be happy to hear the sound of my voice. I took a gamble, and I lost. But maybe now, I'm realizing that you're really the one who lost. You could have had my heart, you could have had my soul, you could have had me ...
But that is the way of the world.
You can try to give someone the very best of you, but you can't make them take it, and you can't make them give the very best of themselves back.
Something to Say Against Saying Too Much
Writing before bedtime, is like eating before bedtime. Something you shouldn't do unless you want an upset stomach. It's even worse when you're sleeping alone. What better way to make you realize just how big your bed is, when all you can think about is who's not in it anymore or who you wish still was.
Moments like these I should just shut the computer off, throw the blankets over my head and press my face into a pillow until I am quite over missing every single guy whose ever let me down or let me go, much to their own mistake.
And it would be just my luck, that I'm damn good at depressing the hell out of myself. One of those skills that ranks high at the top of my list, between independent and stubborn, a soft unprotected underside, somewhere just below layers of complete bitch when provoked. Ain't it good to be me ...
Moments like these I should just shut the computer off, throw the blankets over my head and press my face into a pillow until I am quite over missing every single guy whose ever let me down or let me go, much to their own mistake.
And it would be just my luck, that I'm damn good at depressing the hell out of myself. One of those skills that ranks high at the top of my list, between independent and stubborn, a soft unprotected underside, somewhere just below layers of complete bitch when provoked. Ain't it good to be me ...
Saying Hello to an Old Friend
There are moments in ones life, when it would simply be easier to move on and forget, rather than linger and dwell. And yet I wouldn't trade any of my memories for the world.
You used to laugh and call me a cynical harlot, I used to hang on to your every word. And there were nights when we stayed on the phone forever, just listening to the sound of each other breathing as we fell asleep, phones like pillows against our cheeks.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow," you used to say, and I would say sleepily, that tomorrow was already here and being that it was, wouldn't it be nice if we didn't have to say goodbye.
I remember the sound of your laugh, and how you once said that something about me made you feel good about yourself, like no one had ever made you feel before. And I wanted to be the something special in your life. I wanted that in ways that couldn't be measured.
You were my one great friendship and maybe even my greatest love that got away. And even though I look back on the past with a small amount of sadness, my heart will always be glad for having known you.
You used to laugh and call me a cynical harlot, I used to hang on to your every word. And there were nights when we stayed on the phone forever, just listening to the sound of each other breathing as we fell asleep, phones like pillows against our cheeks.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow," you used to say, and I would say sleepily, that tomorrow was already here and being that it was, wouldn't it be nice if we didn't have to say goodbye.
I remember the sound of your laugh, and how you once said that something about me made you feel good about yourself, like no one had ever made you feel before. And I wanted to be the something special in your life. I wanted that in ways that couldn't be measured.
You were my one great friendship and maybe even my greatest love that got away. And even though I look back on the past with a small amount of sadness, my heart will always be glad for having known you.
Thoughts from Work
I want to go home.
I want to go home.
I want to go home.
I want to go home.
I really want to go home and go to bed.
Isn't It Past Your Bedtime?
At this late hour, I am happy to report that not only did I manage to get my hands on Book 5 today, but I've just a little more to go before I'll have it done.
Most likely a good thing, since I will be able to return to the world of blog with something a little more interesting to say, as a nose out of a book is a nose more aware of what is going on around them.
My bed she calls, and the floating head of Orpheus above me begs my return.
Most likely a good thing, since I will be able to return to the world of blog with something a little more interesting to say, as a nose out of a book is a nose more aware of what is going on around them.
My bed she calls, and the floating head of Orpheus above me begs my return.
The Woes Of Being Muggle Born
About to search Amazon and see whether or not book 5 is out on the shelves. Have nervous, twitchy feeling that I may be disappointed to find its not been to press yet. Have yet to decide how I might cope should this be the case.
I am, as I feared the newest member to the Harry Potter addiction fan club. I may even be the President. (I am reasonably bossy enough to be anyway.)
I don't know what to do now that I've completed Book 4. Oh please, oh please let Amazon tell me Book 5 is sitting on a shelf somewhere I can reach it. (Regardless of the fact that I may need a stool, or at least a good set of tongs to reach it ...)
I am, as I feared the newest member to the Harry Potter addiction fan club. I may even be the President. (I am reasonably bossy enough to be anyway.)
I don't know what to do now that I've completed Book 4. Oh please, oh please let Amazon tell me Book 5 is sitting on a shelf somewhere I can reach it. (Regardless of the fact that I may need a stool, or at least a good set of tongs to reach it ...)
Chinese Fortune Cookies
It's time for you to explore all those new interests.
Lucky Numbers 8, 12, 14, 17, 36, 43
Braving a torrential downpour yesterday, I ran to the local # 1 Chinese Restaurant in town and grabbed myself a pint of chicken fried rice to go with a complimentary fortune cookie for dessert. The little guy behind the counter - always very pleasant to me whenever I'm there - smiled his big toothy grin, and wished me luck as I headed back out into the monsoon, which almost made me feel bad about not leaving a tip in the giant gold piggy bank sitting next to the side of the register.
Keys poised and ready, I dashed out onto the sidewalk and quickly made my way to my car, intent on opening the door before I (a.) melted, (b.) suffered from severe rain/wind/hair damage, or (c.) got hit by a passing car, making the morning headlines of "Local Girl Loses Life in Bizarre Lunch Time Accident", witnesses said to have heard last words … "I should have paid extra for delivery …"
Needless to say, I made it back in one piece and locked myself in my office to spend the rest of my lunch hour, switching between bites of rice and turning pages of Harry Potter book # 3, of which I am now quite addicted.
But it was the fortune cookie that really got me.
I've been dreading work lately, like the way you dread the end of a Sunday night, knowing that the next day is Monday and there's a whole work week ahead of you. Every night is like a Monday night for me. And I know I've got the almost 5 year itch. The time during which I'm fast approaching my earned three weeks of vacation, and suddenly and for no apparent reason I'm ready to move on in another direction and try something else on for size, having bored myself beyond comprehension in the mundane tasks of daily strife around the water cooler, with the thought - both quite crystal and clear - that I want out.
I may have said this a billion and one times before, but around here there is no room for creativity. A fact I just can't seem to get over as I sit here stuck in my little windowless cube of a room, wondering what the weather must be like outside. (And now I'm wondering, what is the weather like outside? Though I have to admit, stuck here as I am, I always assume it's rainy and cloudy. Although I think that is just a clever foil to trick myself into not minding the fact that I spend 8 hours a day trapped inside a cave … Then again, upstate New York (not the City people) and I do mean Upstate, has more than it's fair amount of miserable, gloomy, no the sun in not going to shine today day's.)
I am digressing. The cat on my workstation is swatting at computer butterflies and my phone - as usual - is ringing. The sound of duty calls, and I - unfortunately - must answer it.
Book Worm
A quick post, and a tall glass of something cold, before heading back upstairs to continue reading ...
I've managed to get quite caught up in the world of J.K. Rowling. So caught up, I am about to start book 4 of the Harry Potter series, after only 3 days of reading.
Anyhoo, since my day was quite normal and boring in every way imaginable, I'm back to the book.
Toodles until tomorrow.
I've managed to get quite caught up in the world of J.K. Rowling. So caught up, I am about to start book 4 of the Harry Potter series, after only 3 days of reading.
Anyhoo, since my day was quite normal and boring in every way imaginable, I'm back to the book.
Toodles until tomorrow.
Cromagnum Man
Doug the Slug. As in the Doug I work with, and not the Doug I previously created life with over 8 years ago while sleeping - okay so not sleeping - in a tent in the back yard ...
Doug the Slimy Slug. Mr. Slick, Mr. Invades your personal body space, Mr. Stands directly behind you at the fax, Mr. Whatcha doing this weekend, Mr. Talks to your chest while drooling ... Or as I've come to favor, Mr. No chance in this lifetime or the next - cause I've yet to reach that milestone of completely desperate - and you really need to stop singing the Stacey's our girl song as people are starting to talk and I'm having a hard time dispelling the rumors if you favor your nuts much longer Doug ... That Doug. The harmless though frequently annoying Doug.
Today he came into my office - to stare at my boobs - and noticed I was reading Harry Potter. (And yes, I was at lunch for those of you who care about such things.)
"Oh. Are you reading this?"
"Absolutely not. I'm just holding it and turning the pages for something to do," I quipped. "I'm very bored."
Though he has not been invited, he pulls the chair out in front of my desk and takes a seat.
"Is it good?" he questions me, leaning back in the chair.
"I don't know. I'm not done," I drone out, ignoring him as I flick another page over.
"Is it better than the movie?"
"Considering most books are, I'd have to say yes," I said, marking my page with an orange index card, shutting it and laying it down upon my desk. Having come to the conclusion that he's not going to go away, I offer up, "Actually I'm reading it to KC. We're doing a chapter a night together before bedtime and I wanted to get a peek of tonight's."
He smiles a devilish grin and I can see the little wheels in his mind turning.
"You're such a good Mom," he says, as I wait for the tagline, instinctively knowing that there unfortunately is more. "I wish you were my Mommy, so I could snuggle up to you in bed while you read me a story." He pauses, licks his lips and locks his eyes once more on my chest before continuing. "How nice would that be? And to think, I wouldn't even have to run downstairs for a drink if I got thirsty."
One and one equals two. How sad I was to realize the way his mind was going. I groaned.
"God you're such a perv," I yell at him, shaking my head. But even though I am quite disgusted by the mental image that pops into my mind - for the merest of seconds - my sense of humor manages a chuckle. "There's the door, now get out," I say pointing towards the hall and waving him away. He laughs as he leaves, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone to resume my reading of Chapter Two, page 23.
Doug the Slimy Slug. Mr. Slick, Mr. Invades your personal body space, Mr. Stands directly behind you at the fax, Mr. Whatcha doing this weekend, Mr. Talks to your chest while drooling ... Or as I've come to favor, Mr. No chance in this lifetime or the next - cause I've yet to reach that milestone of completely desperate - and you really need to stop singing the Stacey's our girl song as people are starting to talk and I'm having a hard time dispelling the rumors if you favor your nuts much longer Doug ... That Doug. The harmless though frequently annoying Doug.
Today he came into my office - to stare at my boobs - and noticed I was reading Harry Potter. (And yes, I was at lunch for those of you who care about such things.)
"Oh. Are you reading this?"
"Absolutely not. I'm just holding it and turning the pages for something to do," I quipped. "I'm very bored."
Though he has not been invited, he pulls the chair out in front of my desk and takes a seat.
"Is it good?" he questions me, leaning back in the chair.
"I don't know. I'm not done," I drone out, ignoring him as I flick another page over.
"Is it better than the movie?"
"Considering most books are, I'd have to say yes," I said, marking my page with an orange index card, shutting it and laying it down upon my desk. Having come to the conclusion that he's not going to go away, I offer up, "Actually I'm reading it to KC. We're doing a chapter a night together before bedtime and I wanted to get a peek of tonight's."
He smiles a devilish grin and I can see the little wheels in his mind turning.
"You're such a good Mom," he says, as I wait for the tagline, instinctively knowing that there unfortunately is more. "I wish you were my Mommy, so I could snuggle up to you in bed while you read me a story." He pauses, licks his lips and locks his eyes once more on my chest before continuing. "How nice would that be? And to think, I wouldn't even have to run downstairs for a drink if I got thirsty."
One and one equals two. How sad I was to realize the way his mind was going. I groaned.
"God you're such a perv," I yell at him, shaking my head. But even though I am quite disgusted by the mental image that pops into my mind - for the merest of seconds - my sense of humor manages a chuckle. "There's the door, now get out," I say pointing towards the hall and waving him away. He laughs as he leaves, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone to resume my reading of Chapter Two, page 23.
