RE: Chicken humor

I've never seen it, but it always looked funny. Put it on our calendar.

RE: This may not be good

I gladly accept the nut badge :)

Yep, next week's weather is looking good.

Chicken humor

Have you seen Chicken Run? I saw that it is showing. I think it is hilarious. Maybe we can try to catch it sometime.

RE: This may not be good

You are a nut. I think you're safe from becoming like either one of them. God, when I left last night, I hadn't realized that everyone else had left -- except him. He was still working away. I'm sure he was wondering why I had been sitting there with my headphones on laughing my ass off!

If you love rainy nights, you live in the right place, apparently. Might be clearing up now, though.

RE: Well

Ah, okay, I never know what you are thinking --- no freaking clue.

Yeah, those shows are always expensive.

RE: Well

Yes, they are very kind thoughts. :)

Back pain is terrible. Sucks that she has to deal with that too.

We were not big fans of the show. I guess I just didn't care for the style of dancing. Neither did my friends. And it was expensive! You live and learn. The music was pretty good, I will say.

Re: Well

Thank you, I appreciate the kind thoughts -- well I just assumed they were kind.

The second chemo procedure went as planned, but she is experiencing a lot of pain in her lower back. It appears to be a pulled muscle, so the pain pills seem to help. All of her hair is gone, so it takes some time to get accustomed to her new appearance. She told me I now have more hair than her and I laughed, but she added that HERS would grow back :)

How was the show last night?

This may not be good

So, I go to Wal-Mart alone to buy a CD and I find myself roaming around in the electronics section and then checking for those new M&M's (dark chocolate). Am I turning into our buddy (electronics) or your manager (candy)?? I guess I could create a blog and post a complete list of what I bought (or scan the receipt with my horrible signature). I end the night strolling around Barnes & Noble before heading home - I just love rainy nights.

RE: Well

Yes, well. Sorry about that. Didn't plan to get that way. Let's hang out next week. Maybe it will be better to keep our wits about us. I don't even know why I suggested having drinks. I think I was just so surprised when you told me about your trip that I got curious. But it's no big deal. You're a non-drinker for a good reason, and I respect that. It's better talking to a sober person, anyway. :)

BTW, I'm listening to this CD. God, he's filthy. :o

Well

Hmmm, you seemed to be a nervous wreck towards the end of lunch. I'm sorry about that, I should have kept my thoughts to myself a few weeks ago.

Anyway, you seem to have a lot on your mind - I'd like to know what, but you seem to clam up ;) We can talk next time I see you or maybe you're more comfortable with an email? We can get together next week - we don't have to drink if you'd rather not (I never thought I'd say something like) .. We can just hang-out, catch a flick, or whatever. Shit, I'm free all nights :) but don't worry, I understand if you'd rather not.

Thanks again for reading the story, and (I don't think I have to say this) please let me know if it or any part of it sucks. I put a lot of value in your opinion, and you saying you liked my silly little story gave me a warm feeling.

Have fun tonight, it looks like it is going to be ugly (weather).

RE: Silly story

Alright, your chariot will arrive at noon. I'm not sure about the office so I'll hover around 1st and Washington.

RE: Silly story

I had to reread the last line, thanks for the kind words :)

Let me know about lunch (no big deal if you are too busy). Like I said (or typed) yesterday, I can pick you up - just tell me when and where.

RE: Silly story

Wow, you just wrote this? I really love the way you structured it around the speaker assuming that nobody will believe what he is telling them. And the last line. I love it. :)

I'll have to go check out that loser's blog now. Oh, and you have way more of a life than he ever will.

More poetry

The sky was dark
The moon was high
The wind did fade
All alone, she and I

Her hair was soft
Her eyes were blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do

Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine

I didn't know how
But I tried my best
I started by placing
My hands on her breast

I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her long legs apart

And when I did it
I felt no shame
As all at once
The white stuff came

At last it's finished
Yes, all over now
My first time ever
At milking a cow.

Silly story

I wrote this silly thing while I was out of town - it is partly true.

God, [he] is so subtle -- S stands for [his wife]. He has no future as a spy. Here are two things from his blog that crack me up:

"I also have a non-English speaking maid coming over Saturday and the place can't be in shambles."

- and -

"I told her that, while neither of us is exclusively dating the other, I didn't really want to waste my time with the other girls while she's here. She said I'm more than welcome to date anybody I want but I think she liked hearing that I just wanted to hang out with her."

Can he take the hint with that last tidbit? She's using him! And, he thought he was the player.

Geez, I still have the feeling that I need to get a life :(
Here is the story ...

Questionable Beauty

If you ever asked her, she'd swear it never happened. My grandmother died around the same time, so the memory is vivid. We were co-workers at a local telemarketing firm. Becky was a gorgeous woman. A cliché may help: she weakened a man's knees with her mere presence.

I assisted her with training a batch of new employees. We exchanged playful banter during the sessions. Up until that moment I had never had the opportunity to work so closely with her. A few of the trainees made comments assuming we were an item. Given her beauty, I was flattered. I am not sure if she was aware of this chatter.

The training class consumed the entire week. We found ourselves working late on Friday to complete some necessary paperwork. The dinner suggestion came from her. I was surprised as you would be. Up to that point, I'd never been invited anywhere by a lady. Additionally, dinner conversations were a common occurrence for her to receive. I tried to remain calm upon accepting the invitation.

We agreed on a local eatery called Rocky's – a pizza joint that served basic Italian fare. I remember it well. It couldn't compete with the larger chains that invaded the area. I closed a few years later. It wasn't a common hangout for co-workers, so she may have chose it for secrecy since the odds of being spotted with me were virtually non-existent. As a result, I have no witnesses to the evening.

We took separate cars to Rocky's, meeting in the parking lot. Initially, the conversation was stiff while focusing on work-related issues. She loosened a bit with a few beers in her system as the conversation overflowed to more personal issues. Enough information was shared for me to prove the conversations did occur. While I reveal some of these nuggets here, I never relayed anything in the office.

I can tell you that her parents divorced when she was ten years old. She lived with her mother after the divorce. In fact, she was still with her mother when our paths crossed. She continued to divulge various details of her personal life. I was surprised to learn that she had been engaged with her fiancé breaking it off. I couldn't fathom a man rejecting her. It was definitely a sensitive issue, tears traveled down her cheeks as she shared the story. Crying was virtually non-existent in my family, so I clearly remember my discomfort with her tears.

I felt so much like a little kid as she revealed the more interesting aspects of her life, because I had so little to share. At that point in my life, my biggest disappointments had been my parent's divorce and a World Series loss by a favorite team. I guess the better way to explain it is she was much more experienced.

This was a surprise given her reverence at work. Guys were often speechless in her presence. She was considered a dainty goddess without worries. I tried to match her stories that night, but I had very little to work with. Rocky's emptied as the night progressed with the conversation grazing a few bawdy topics. We ventured into a truth-or-dare type of game often played by those flirting with a new person.

Virginity was a subject that I think she raised, but I wouldn't testify to it. I can tell you she lost hers at the age of seventeen to her boyfriend. The strange part is that I remember his name since it coincided with my favorite baseball player: Lenny. The human mind is definitely a mysterious blob. I can't explain the memory, but I did envy him.

I regretted what I shared when it was my turn. I should've chosen dare over truth, but she would never have let it slide once her secrets were revealed. It isn't hard to tell the truth when there is actually something, but it can be painful when there is nothing. In the end, I finally revealed the fact that I had no experience.

I clearly remember her stunned face as the words escaped my mouth. She brushed back her golden hair with one sweep of her left hand while leaning in for more details. Her steel blue eyes tightened as I spoke seemingly trying to spot any trace of a lie. After a few minutes she relaxed and leaned back while finishing off her beer. She removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes as I reaffirmed my statement in response to her disbelief.

For the first time, I noticed the freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose. I counted the small brown dots as she motioned for the bill. I remember reaching twenty before the glasses were returned to her face. I wanted to pay the whole check, but my financial situation did not permit it. I deposited enough money to cover my portion of the evening as she assured me she was okay to drive. A wide grin formed on my face as I watched her drive away.

Our relationship returned to normal upon returning to work the following Monday. The closeness provided by the training class was no longer available, so I had very few chances to be with her. I assumed the pizza dinner was an isolated moment, so I pursued it no further. Also, I figured my lack of experience probably spooked her. I considered myself lucky to have had the chance to spend time with her. With that said, I was stunned when she invited me to her house the following Thursday. She provided directions as we planned to meet after work.

I found it hard to concentrate on Thursday with our apparent date looming ahead. My body buzzed as I followed her flawless directions. Her mother was out of town on vacation, so she was home alone. She gave me a quick tour of the home and my heart skipped a beat as she showed me her bedroom. We ordered a pizza and settled on the couch to watch a movie. I firmly remember watching Friday the 13th Part 3. Now, people that know me would call me on this point given my aversion to horror films, but I would have watched anything with her.

Her physical appearance was striking that evening. Shorts and a baggy t-shirt replaced her usual well-groomed business attire. I was excited by her bare legs. She fixed herself a margarita as I paid the pizza man. She was perturbed when I settled for a soda, and I stammered through an explanation of my being a non-drinker. We sat, talking, and watched television the next few hours. She consumed a few drinks during that time. She was neither drunk nor sober, yet she was happy.

This is the point of the story where a disagreement would occur is she didn't deny the events ever happened. I may have been a novice at that moment, but the next thing to happen was her leaning over and kissing me.

The beautiful face that had been admired for so long was now within inches of mine and the beauty began to vanish. She removed the glasses I liked so much. She pushed her hair back and leaned in to reveal a face heavily laden with make-up and eyes that appeared to be crossed. I wasn't sure which eye to use. The freckles lost their charm, and the sour alcohol-laden breath was repulsive. I kissed her briefly while escaping the embrace.

The façade seemed to break away as I noticed the scrawny legs and the dark roots of her so unnatural blonde hair. The conversation became annoying. I wanted to flee the house as soon as possible. I did not want to hurt her feelings, but I now know this impossible when a woman's advances are not warmly received or reciprocated.

Confusion reigned as I prepared to depart. I concocted a lame excuse related to my mother, but the complete lie slips my mind. She escorted me to the driveway gate gently opening the cage so I could escape. She lingered at the fence in a stance that I now know was expecting a goodnight kiss. We exchanged good-byes as I returned to the safety of my car. It was an unreliable Volkswagen Beetle, so I prayed for it to start without a hitch before turning the key. Relief swelled inside me as the familiar chatter of its engine sounded. She remained standing at the fence as I rolled backwards. I now imagine shock on her face, but I wouldn't testify under oath. If I had a bigger ego, I'd say she cried herself to sleep that night but I know better.

I didn't see her again until the following week at work. An office gathering had been planned for the following Friday at a local billiard's club. I asked Diana from our training class to accompany me. I had been talking with her more since the class had ended. I had to convince her that there was nothing between Becky and myself before she would agree to go. I remember nervously anticipating my first date with her.

Trouble ensued when we arrived Friday night. Diana and I were walking hand-in-hand as I felt Becky's cold stare from across the room. She waited until Diana took a bathroom break to confront me. Evidently, she had the impression that we were meeting that night – an apparent date. Now, I was shocked. I scanned my mind for these plans, but I could only remember Becky asking if I was going as we passed in the hall the previous Wednesday.

I started to apologize for the misunderstanding, but anger filled my body as she wouldn't back down. Words that I now regret were exchanged. To this day, I can't recall Becky or myself ever asking each other about that night. Sadly, it was the last time we ever spoke. I changed jobs weeks later.

A few years later I ran into Becky during lunch at a downtown deli. Diana and I had been married a year at that point, and we had met for lunch. I noticed a lady slowly pass our table a few times, and I immediately recognized her as I got a good look during the third pass. I informed Diana, but she was not convinced. We tracked her down after finishing our lunch, but she feigned ignorance when we approached. I raised the issue of the time spent at her house, but she vehemently denied it stating I was mistaken. She removed her glasses as she spoke and I began counting the familiar dots again, knowing I was correct. I've never been able to explain or understand her behavior that day.

By chance, I read her obituary in Sunday's newspaper. I was surprised to learn she lived in our neighborhood only three blocks away. I passed the house on the way to the funeral home expecting her to be standing at the driveway gate. The wake was filled with mourners, but the faces were all foreign to me. I introduced myself to the widower as a former co-worker. I praised her as he smiled and thanked me for coming. He was her fourth husband. I found it interesting that she never had kids, because she talked at great length about kids that night at her house. She was thirty-two when she died from liver disease brought on by heavy drinking.

It was odd to see her familiar face in that coffin that day. I half-expected her to rise up, point in my direction and announce that I shouldn't be there. I felt like apologizing, but I couldn't think of a valid reason. Although I hadn't seen her in years, she had the same physical appearance. The funeral home did a great job, because I could barely see the dots. To this day, I'll never know what such a woman saw in me or what I did to her.

RE: I made it

Wow, you were up late. I slept for once :)

Nah, I wasn't nervous until we were in your car. I wanted to touch you but wasn't sure (that sentence may sound bad). I'm almost always relaxed and comfortable when I'm with you.

I'm listening to your CD right now - I like it. I listen to a variety of music.

RE: Hey

Okay, just let me know where lunch is at. I can pick you up. We could go to the park if it is warm, but I think it'll still be cool.

I'm having lunch with him on Tuesday, so we'll see what he is has to offer.

RE: Hey

Hi,

We just got back from the [baseball] game. It was really fun. They lost, but that's ok. I would like to have lunch tomorrow. I'll try to get a lot done this afternoon so I can do that. You don't have to be nervous about inviting me. :)

Are you going to talk to [that guy]? I remember the name, but I don't think I ever knew much about him. Funny that he contacted you. Maybe it really is a perfect fit. Worth investigating

Book

Here is the book I was trying to think of last night:

Everything Changes by Jonathan Tropper

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0385338074/ref=pd_sim_b_2/104-0782555-9177509?%5Fencoding=UTF8&v=glance

I haven't read it, but it is on my ever-expanding list of things to read.

Hey

It was great to see you last night (too many thoughts to type). I hope I didn't scare you with the stories - people fascinate me. I crashed last night when I got home, the fatigue seemed to hit me all at once.

So, wanna do lunch tomorrow? You know, this probably sounds weird but I've been kinda nervous about asking you to go to dinner or lunch -- I was thinking I would freak you out, but I'd always prefer going with you over anybody else. It's funny, I was still trying to think about that lunch - I finally remembered it was Thursday and there was something to tell you but I have no clue what it was.

Thank god my head has started to peel.

I hope you are having a good day, and thanks for the hug :)

Made it

I've returned in one piece, so I guess I'll see you around 6:30?

RE: All ready?

You'll be mine, and if I am asked about it I'll laugh nervously and avoid the question (sarcasm).

Oh well, these are the short replies I expect from you :)

I guess I'll try to get some sleep before traveling.

RE: All ready?

Maybe. Maybe, but I don't know what it really means to be a magician.

RE: All ready?

Well, I guess I'll be blunt for once (with you) and just say I've been thinking about you.

Funny, I've been taking walks these days - kinda wandering around and avoiding people as well. I've been distracted and I really don't want to hear what others have to say. That is the way I felt last Friday - I just didn't want to listen to anything they had to say.

As for the writing, who knows what'll happen. Money is always an issue (damnit).

Maybe you're my magician?

RE: All ready?

Well, you know complaining is always fun. :)

What have you been thinking about, exactly?

It seems you have more of a chance of making something, career-wise, out of your writing than lots of other people who don't have the experience that you do. Maybe there is even something in town that would be a good fit. I don't know where, but it could be.

How am I? I'm antsy and preoccupied. I'm sure I've been acting pretty spacey, as well. At work, I try to keep my headphones on so people don't talk to me; I want to concentrate on my own thoughts. I've been taking lots of walks, too, because the sun feels so good and I can think.

RE: All ready?

Hmmm, you complain with no employee and then with one ... Just kidding ;)

A great day outside, I've been in and out (mentally and physically).

How am I doing? I guess I'm good, I've been kinda spacey since Tuesday night - a lot to think about. A couple of people have commented on my mood, but I just told them I had spring fever.

One additional thing that continues to weigh on my mind is my career. Honestly, I'd love to be involved with writing in some way. I really did enjoy my job with you, but I'm not really an editor (hold your tongue). Plus, there is not an abundance of those jobs. I'm going to focus on working on some stories, but that'll probably never lead anywhere - although I do like it. Also, my publisher won't take no for an answer on finishing that technical book so I guess I'll do it. I guess that makes me a writer somewhat. Who knows, oh well ... sorry for rambling.

I think I need to find my own magician :)

I'm going to go cut the grass before it rains, and you never did say how YOU are doing.

RE: All ready?

Thanks for the reminder, I guess we can always talk about the weather :)

It's funny, I thought about sending you an email last night and again today, but I didn't want to seem like a stalker.

I'm planning on being there Tuesday night - I did finish the book.

Hey, how are you doing?

All ready?

Are you all set for your trip? Don't forget your list of safe topics to discuss. You've got all those empty hours to fill. All...those...hours...

Let me know if you think you'll be going to the book club next week. I've started reading the book again.

RE: More fun

I told my abductor I really had to get some stuff done today so he let me go to work. He's picking me up again at 5.

I had a great evening too. I'm walking around with a big head because of all the wonderful things you said. How lucky am I?

I'm frustrated with myself that I didn't communicate my feelings very well. Maybe you'll give me a chance to try again. That "let's be friends" phrase is getting in the way. What I was trying to get at was how and how much I care about you. I've thought of little else for the last week. It's rare and special to get to this level with someone; I've never experienced anything quite like it before. Like you said, it doesn't change how I feel about him, but it's something I don't want to give up. Argh, I'm terrible at expressing myself.

I really wanted to give you a hug, too. I chickened out, but I imagine I'll get another chance?

RE: More fun

You're a nut, but it is nice to have such understanding abductors.

I'm sure the other people at the restaurant were getting sick listening to us praise each other, but everything I said was/is true.

I have a hard time expressing myself as well, it just never comes out the way I plan it.

Yep, you get all the chances you want/need, just say when and where.

More fun

As usual, I had a great time last night. I think we thoroughly dissected that book and author.

I waited by the parking garage for a bit, but I assumed you left via another entrance - or you were attacked and abducted. Now, I know this will probably freak you out. As we sat in the car, I wanted to touch you before you left -- not attack you, but a hug or touch your hand but I didn't (and yes I'll keep my hands to myself). It was the same situation during the author interview, I was trying not to touch you to avoid freaking you out but it was nice to have those (seemingly) intimate moments as we leaned and shared thoughts/comments.

I gave it some more thought (as usual), and I was still a bit confused with your "speech". Now, the speech was fine but you saying I misunderstood was odd. Anyway, not to worry, I love having you as a friend.

Also, now I have to calm myself down since there are no plans to see you again until next week. Oh well, I guess we always have email.

I hope your day is going well, and this message didn't freak you out too much.

RE: Credit cards

No, I didn't recognize the name. She's a former nun? And what is she doing now?

RE: Credit cards

OMG, that cracked me up, thanks I needed that laugh. People are nuts.

Something popped in my head, the previous speaker they referred to last night. Her name is Karen Armstrong (for some reason they said Kareeen), she's the former nun. I'm not sure if you were there for that one.

RE: Credit cards

I figured you had no work to do so you could spare the time. No?

Perhaps this is more to your liking: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2005/4/18gray.html

RE: Credit cards

Okay, there's fifteen minutes of my life that I'll never get back :)

That guy is a nut.

Credit Cards

I think you made a comment about credit card slips last night and it made me think of this. I think it's pretty damned funny.

http://www.zug.com/pranks/credit/

After you read this one, go to the link at the end for the other credit card prank, too.

RE: me again :)

Really, you gotta imagine him with red/orange hair and a constant frown. Now, who does it look like?

It is odd how some people are so protective of their kids, but I'm not sure if I'd want him holding my baby. Anyway, he is jealous. Tell him to get over it and buy another ticket to Vegas.

RE: me again :)

Coincidentally, my boss was talking about her today. He said she is very protective of her baby. NOBODY else can hold him. He thought it was a surprising attitude in her. He also got a dig in about her working and her husband staying home.

I'm sure you were missed at lunch.

RE: me again :)

I'm not planning on a lunch, but it'd probably be entertaining. I could invite you! I was invited to lunch with the ladies today but declined. I'm sure it would've been interesting to hear whats-her-name job explanation.

Jesus, WTF is that? Yeah, your cousin is a bit "different". Also, the site sucks, tell'm to contact somebody for web development help.

me again :)

I was thinking about that weird guy with the church and the Web site that you met. People can be so strange and then they put it all out there on the Web for anyone to see. I think I told you I was really bothered by some of my cousins. My cousin who is closest to me in age, and I used to play together a lot when we were little. Of course, I didn't see him much later in life. But he was always so smart. Now, he's turned into some kind of stuck-up freak who lives off his daddy. I found a site that shows his we-got-fake-married-at-Burning-Man-aren't-we-cool-and-underground wife.

RE: Thank you

Don't be silly; I was having a great time. I always do. I hope those books aren't totally silly. If they are, though, at least we will get a good talk out of it. Or, if you love them, he wrote tons more about mythology and philosophy. Reading that kind of thing is different for me, but sometimes you can really start to look at things differently afterward. When you talked about what would make you happy and whether you should consider making a change in your life, I thought, "Aha, this might be the perfect time for those books!"

Your mental picture of me saying I would read a prepared statement and take questions is hilarious. I can see how I would make you think that. I'm not sure that you do know what I am going to say. I'll try to get my nerves together today.

I finished the other book last night. I think I still feel the same way about it. It's one of those books where all the stuff that I want to hear more about is missing. Maybe she planned it that way and will publish another book -- to reap those huge sales. That would be the smart thing to do, I guess.

RE: Thank you

Yeah, I thought you were probably tired of my "hate my job" talk so the books were meant to shut me up ;) Actually, I need to do something or shut up, but I'm a bit nervous/scared about a career change.

If she writes another book, I'm not reading it. I know enough about her and the experiences of wealthy Iranians to last a lifetime.

Thank you

Hey, thanks so much for the birthday gifts. I hung around for a bit and read some of the books, interesting stuff that'll make good conversation (as if we need an igniter). Your personal messages in each were a pleasant surprise that I didn't discover until after reading a bit of each.

I hope I didn't make you too uncomfortable on the roof, but I was intrigued after you mentioned your prepared speech (I can see you saying "I'll read from a prepared statement and then take questions.") I can imagine what you are going to say, so don't feel pressured.

Also, I hope I didn’t keep you too long - I felt like I could talk and listen to you all night. I was glad the event was overcrowded so we could hang out. And, I was thinking (as always) there is no better compliment than "I love talking to you"? Really, there aren't too many people (that I personally know) that I actually ever want to talk to at all. So many people love to talk, but it is usually complete nothingness. Oh well, I guess that is sappy.

RE: Poetry

I'm still planning on the thing tonight. What time and where are we going to meet? Well, you can call me or whatever later and we can figure it out. My cell is ###-####.

RE: Poetry

Hmm, I guess we can meet at [the museum] - the side entrance across from the parking garage?

RE: Poetry

It was okay, nothing exciting.

I finished reading Lolita -- what a weird book, at least I can take off my list of things I want or think I should read.

Yes, I think being a woman in the U.S. (at this time) is better than anywhere else in the world.

I meet too many nuts

I hope you can still make it Monday. I'll be out most of the day (interview and such), but you can call me on my cell phone if you want to cancel. BTW, what is your cell#?

Re: Poetry

Oh, well, I hope you had a good day, anyway.

You sure got that job interview fast. You can tell me all about it on Monday. I am going to try to finish the book before then, but I'm not sure if I will. I haven't gotten your opinion of it yet, either. I guess I'm about a third of the way through it and sometimes I find it a bit confusing, the way she jumps around. She sure has had a different life. A friend and I were talking about how lucky we are to be women at this time and this place.

Luck of the draw, basically.

RE: Poetry

Oh, well, I hope you had a good day, anyway.

You sure got that job interview fast. You can tell me all about it on Monday. I am going to try to finish the book before then, but I'm not sure if I will. I haven't gotten your opinion of it yet, either. I guess I'm about a third of the way through it and sometimes I find it a bit confusing, the way she jumps around. She sure has had a different life. [My friend] and I were talking about how lucky we are to be women at this time and this place.

Luck of the draw, basically.

RE: Poetry

Hey, I just received your voice message (I had left my phone on my desk). We are really on the wrong page, I was going to ask you about possibly leaving early and such but I just wasn't sure. I guess I'm just a bit nervous about asking you anywhere, I don't want to be a pain or scare you. It would've been nice to hang out for a bit.

After a lot of thought, I think I'm going to ax my book. I just have no energy or interest in it at this time, and I hate to keep putting them on hold.

I have a job interview Monday afternoon. I thought they were located downtown, but it turns out the job is nearby.

I hope you enjoy your dinner tomorrow. I'm supposed to have dinner with Mom on Sunday. I look forward to seeing you Monday.

Re: Poetry

I hope you got some sleep after you wrote this.

I was up from around 2:30 to 5:00.

It's wonderful that you visited your uncle. I don't know if you took away some of his sadness with you but I'm sure you lessened it for a little while for him. I imagine when you are very ill, you feel so alone.

It's true I've never been much of a poetry person. For some reason, deep down, I've felt it was a personal failing on my part. I'm sure somewhere out
there is some poetry that I would like, but I haven't found it yet. Funny,
I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to meet me last night, but I wasn't sure if I should. I guess I won't see you for awhile. Maybe at the Monday night author talk?

RE: Poetry

Hmm, what time is early? And what will you do?

RE: Poetry

Well, he'll quickly tell you that he will be 16 soon.

It is great outside today. Maybe I'll skip out early and find something to do.

RE: Poetry

I bet he's excited. 15 is so young.

Nothing much is happening with my weekend. Dinner plans on Saturday. That's about it. I think it's supposed to be nice out all weekend. :)

RE: Poetry

Yeah, dinner but I don't think I'm allowed to have cake. I always liked cupcakes better. [Son] is excited about meeting a girl at the movie, but he got mad because I said he couldn't ride with this 17-year old (we've never met) and we'd drop him off. He's only 15.

What's happening with your weekend?

RE: Poetry

Ouch, I hope you got some sleep as well.

Yeah, I've tried to read some poetry here and there, but I never got into it. Oh well, there is plenty of other stuff to read. Too weird, I was going to invite you and you were going to invite me but we both say nothing. Monday works for me.

RE: Poetry

Any plans for tonight yet? Cake and candles?

RE: Poetry

I hope you got some sleep after you wrote this.

I was up from around 2:30 to 5:00.

It's wonderful that you visited your uncle. I don't know if you took away some of his sadness with you but I'm sure you lessened it for a little while for him. I imagine when you are very ill, you feel so alone.

It's true I've never been much of a poetry person. For some reason, deep down, I've felt it was a personal failing on my part. I'm sure somewhere out

there is some poetry that I would like, but I haven't found it yet. Funny, I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to meet me last night, but I wasn't sure if I should. I guess I won't see you for awhile. Maybe at the Monday night author talk at the museum?

I hope you enjoy your birthday today!

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Poetry

I can't sleep!!!

I went to visit my uncle earlier tonight - the one with colon cancer. My aunt had said he was depressed and nobody has been visiting him, so I sat and talked to him for about two hours. I felt so sad when I left- it was like a wave of depression swept over me. I can remember a show where a character had this power to suck an illness or disease from another person -but then it would overcome him unless he transferred it to another person (something like that). The point is I felt like I had siphoned some of my uncle's sadness or maybe I'm just a nut?

Afterward, I went to a poetry reading/author thing at school, but I guess I'm just not a poetry person. Some of the stuff he read was good/interesting, but I've never gotten into reading much of it. I wandered around campus when it was over, the fresh air was good for me. I was going to invite you to the reading, but you seemed busy and I didn't think you liked poetry much ... then again, I wasn't sure if I should be inviting you anywhere.

Oh well, I guess I'll go read to invite sleepiness.

I can't sleep!!!

I went to visit my uncle earlier tonight - the one with colon cancer. My aunt had said he was depressed and nobody has been visiting him, so I sat and talked to him for about two hours. I felt so sad when I left - it was like a wave of depression swept over me. I can remember a show where a character had this power to suck an illness or disease from another person - but then it would overcome him unless he transferred it to another person (something like that). The point is I felt like I had siphoned some of my uncle's sadness or maybe I'm just a nut?

Afterward, I went to a poetry reading/author thing at the university, but I guess I'm just not a poetry person. Some of the stuff he read was good/interesting, but I've never gotten into reading much of it. I wandered around campus when it was over, the fresh air was good for me. I was going to invite you to the reading, but you seemed busy and I didn't think you liked poetry much ... then again, I wasn't sure if I should be inviting you anywhere.

Oh well, I guess I'll go read to invite sleepiness.

RE: Happy hunting

I don't like Jennifer either. I've met a lot of bad ones.

Argh, [she] says she's ready to go walking and I have a ton of work still!

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I don't know, but I've never met a Jennifer I liked. My sister-in-law is a Jennifer - making it much worse.

RE: Happy hunting

I was gonna put something in there about us girls. We gotta stick together. We're gonna go to the other park to mix it up a little.

Would I be a different person if my name was Susan or Jennifer?

RE: Happy hunting

I'm assuming you and [her] will be going to the park?? Sorry, another lame/old joke.

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I guess that's okay :)

How's work? It is so beautiful outside.

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Oh, yeah. [she] and I went to lunch and walked around for awhile. Now I'm cooped up again, but it was so nice. Everyone was out. We're also going walking in the park after work.

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but in a good way

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Crap, now I'm getting predictable

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It sounds like it, and don't call me Shirley.

RE: Happy hunting

Excellent -- I was hoping you'd get that joke. :)

RE: Happy hunting

That story is bizarre. Surely they're not going to let people go walking through the city streets shooting guns off. And domestic cats aren't really running off into the wilderness where they could be hunted. Seems almost like some kind of hoax story.