I am down three pounds. I can't believe it. I actually lost weight. And, I feel great.
I just wanted to post that before leaving. I promised Geradine that I would go to church with her today. I am really looking forward to it. I haven't been invited anywhere by anyone excite Joie for the last ten years. Plus, I like Geradine. She is nice.
My mom called yesterday to remind me again what a disappointment I am to her and Dad. Why can't they accept the fact that had only one Joie. I can't be a younger replica of their most prized daughter. I can only be me. Why can't that be enough?
I know that I am not married. I know that I don't have kids. I know that I am over 30. I don't need constant reminders of this. She acts like its my life long goal to be alone for the rest of my life.
Showing posts with label Geradine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Geradine. Show all posts
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Time
Where do time go? It has almost been a week since I've posted something here. I put it off for one day (out of pure laziness) and I look up and a week has gone by. You know, when you are older, time go by much more quickly than when you were a child. What is with that?
So, I guess I have a week worth of stuff to tell you guys. First, I saw Geradine on the train again this morning. Apparently, her husband just died a month ago. I wondered why I haven't seen her before than. Then had been married for 54 years when he was taken away. Imagine that; spending majority of you life with someone and lose them like that. For 54 years, she was part of a couple; just half of a full person (her words not mine). How do you get your identity back after something like that?
Anyway, she is hell-bent on setting me up with her grandson. He must be some loser who lives in her basement for her to want to set him up with me. I, politely, turned down her offer. I did agree to go to church with her next Sunday, though. It was the least I could do after telling her that her grandson wasn't good enough for me without even meeting him.
The week was pretty good. Well, as good as it could get. I didn't fall down in front of anyone. I didn't get on the train with my skirt stuck in my pantyhose again. I pretty much didn't get humiliated. That is, not until Friday night.
Oh, wait....got to go. Be right back to tell you about Friday.
So, I guess I have a week worth of stuff to tell you guys. First, I saw Geradine on the train again this morning. Apparently, her husband just died a month ago. I wondered why I haven't seen her before than. Then had been married for 54 years when he was taken away. Imagine that; spending majority of you life with someone and lose them like that. For 54 years, she was part of a couple; just half of a full person (her words not mine). How do you get your identity back after something like that?
Anyway, she is hell-bent on setting me up with her grandson. He must be some loser who lives in her basement for her to want to set him up with me. I, politely, turned down her offer. I did agree to go to church with her next Sunday, though. It was the least I could do after telling her that her grandson wasn't good enough for me without even meeting him.
The week was pretty good. Well, as good as it could get. I didn't fall down in front of anyone. I didn't get on the train with my skirt stuck in my pantyhose again. I pretty much didn't get humiliated. That is, not until Friday night.
Oh, wait....got to go. Be right back to tell you about Friday.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Interesting People
Today was like any other day. I got up, got dressed, got laughed at as I landed face first in a pile of mud. What is wrong with this country when people falling down and injuring themselves is a form of entertainment?
Well, I saw Jackson today. Did I not tell you who Jackson was? Well, he is the super-hot photographer that I use for many of my events. Contrary to what you might have heard around the offices of Grand Parties Inc., I do not hire him all the time because I have a major 'jones' for him and is harboring fantasies of him pulling me into a coat closet. He really is a very good photographer; probably the best in the area.
Anyway, he came in to talk about this weekend's shindig and I waste coffee all over my shirt. It's his eyes; he stares at you with those dark eyes with so much intensity it makes me nervous. Do you know what I am talking about? Have you ever had anyone look at you as if you are the only person in the world that matters at that moment? I don't get those kind of looks often, so they send me over the edge when I get them.
And, it is not as if I am disillusioning myself. I know that he doesn't have any romantic interest in me. He looks at everyone like that; I know this because I've watched him looking at other people the same way. He just.....he has this way of making you feel as if you deserve his undivided attention every time he talks to you. I really love that about him. (wait a minute, did I say love?)
That is the only thing that really happened to me....oh, wait a minute....I did meet this little old lady on the train today. I sat next to her on the ride to work. I was really hesitant to talk to her at first, but she turned out to be really interesting. She is a widow and all she does is ride the train all day looking for people to talk to. I know it sounds weird, but what makes her different from all of you people who have blogs and is on MySpace or one of those online things that you peruse for hours looking for human contact? What makes her different from me? Yeah, I sit up in my one bedroom apartment and declare that I don't need anyone, but look at me now. Here I am typing out all my intimate thoughts for the world to see, hoping today would be the day that I get at least one comment. It's sad; we're all just so so sad.
Well, I saw Jackson today. Did I not tell you who Jackson was? Well, he is the super-hot photographer that I use for many of my events. Contrary to what you might have heard around the offices of Grand Parties Inc., I do not hire him all the time because I have a major 'jones' for him and is harboring fantasies of him pulling me into a coat closet. He really is a very good photographer; probably the best in the area.
Anyway, he came in to talk about this weekend's shindig and I waste coffee all over my shirt. It's his eyes; he stares at you with those dark eyes with so much intensity it makes me nervous. Do you know what I am talking about? Have you ever had anyone look at you as if you are the only person in the world that matters at that moment? I don't get those kind of looks often, so they send me over the edge when I get them.
And, it is not as if I am disillusioning myself. I know that he doesn't have any romantic interest in me. He looks at everyone like that; I know this because I've watched him looking at other people the same way. He just.....he has this way of making you feel as if you deserve his undivided attention every time he talks to you. I really love that about him. (wait a minute, did I say love?)
That is the only thing that really happened to me....oh, wait a minute....I did meet this little old lady on the train today. I sat next to her on the ride to work. I was really hesitant to talk to her at first, but she turned out to be really interesting. She is a widow and all she does is ride the train all day looking for people to talk to. I know it sounds weird, but what makes her different from all of you people who have blogs and is on MySpace or one of those online things that you peruse for hours looking for human contact? What makes her different from me? Yeah, I sit up in my one bedroom apartment and declare that I don't need anyone, but look at me now. Here I am typing out all my intimate thoughts for the world to see, hoping today would be the day that I get at least one comment. It's sad; we're all just so so sad.
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