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I predict that this will be random.

Ok, how is it that I get myself into trouble with seemingly innocent gestures such as sticking out my tongue?

And why the hell do I still blush? I'm fucking thirty, and I never blushed until I was 28... or so.

I *swear* that all I did was stick out my tongue because a dude at work was looking my direction, and he was wound up. I mean so wound up that I asked him if he was on something... and I was serious.

Next thing I know, he's like, " You don't want me to stick my tongue out at you...."

and I know that tone of voice... I'm thinking...uh oh. Sure enough, he sticks his tongue out and flaps it around. And I must admit that it's a more than perfect tongue... and I blushed.

Dude... wtf. All of this takes place while his girlfriend is only twenty feet away, completely oblivious. Next thing I know he's talking about having a 'pocket full of horses', 12 to be exact.

I had to know that this was coming. Last week I asked him if he was going to be 'My tall person'... Meaning that he's a good foot taller than me and able to put the stuff on the top shelf that I cant reach. He says, "I'll be anything you want me to."

grr.

I had a wee rant with my manager today. I told him that if the Area manager used a condescending tone with me again, that I would tell her exactly where she could stick the squeegie. And I'm completely serious. About three days ago, she had the nerve to tell me, "The idea of a squeegie is that you don't have to mop a whole lot." I just sorta snorted at her. and said, "umm, yeah." I'm thinking to myself, "Do I look like I can't figure out what the fuck a squeegie is for? Do you feel better about yourself for talking to me this way?" Dude. I was stunned.

My idea of a squeegie is that it will be very uncomfortable if its up her ass.
And I laugh to myself because I can think in pictures.

And... John and I went to see a movie this past weekend, Terminator 3 which I liked. But the previews set me in an excellent mood. Why? Because I had no idea that the preview for Hidalgo was going to be on the big screen. I think simultaneously, I nearly jumped up and cheered, and John rolled his eyes and said "Uh-oh." I'm like quietly saying "yes!" My friend Marie from work went with us to the movie, and I had not explained to her about Viggo yet. But the movie looks kick ass and it comes out in August. There must really be a God, because I've got a thing about a man on a horse, and it's a movie about MY man on a horse. Life is so very, very good.

It has rained here. Finally. It has cooled down just a bit. It's finally tolerable. Yesterday, I was melting as I was bathing Manna and Hemlock. They both howled the entire time they were in the tub. I believe that both of them are now sufficiently traumatized. Next is Scruffy and Silas. Which I intend on doing tonight.

Tonight, I'll be opening all the windows in the house. I love the way it smells after it rains. No air freshener could match that.

It's been 8 days, no meat. I wish I could say the same about dairy and eggs. but I'm working on it. Only two intentional 'deviations' in 8 days, I think is really good. I am also attempting to avoid oil and fried foods. Not really easy since everything has oil in it. I really like Yoda's saying, "There is no try, only do." But I don't need anymore stress in my life, so I'm not going to get upset. I'm still learning what is really vegetarian. There are things that are made with egg yolks. Everything, I think. Ok, I'm stretching that a bit.

One truly wierd thing has happened. I believe my taste buds have changed. Certain foods have started tasting *really* good. Oranges and peaches.

Oh, and I made salsa last night. 3 quarts of it. If the weather cools down enough tonight, I'll make bread.

love ya
x

Posted by hawkie at July 9, 2003 06:31 PM