A True Hero
Whether or not you agree with the war, you have to support the troops (at least I hope you do).
Please go to Jason's Memorial to see why I do.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Aww, Our Little Anne is Growing Up
The infamous GSG of so many of my posts during the last few years is getting married (and not to me). And ya know what? I'm happy for him. I really am. I was actually suprised that I was happy. But I'm glad I am, as long as he is. He deserves to be.
Know what else? This is my second post this month. When's the last time I posted more than once in a month? Know what else? Number three is coming up in just a couple of minutes. Wouldn't be appropriate to put that post in with this one.
The infamous GSG of so many of my posts during the last few years is getting married (and not to me). And ya know what? I'm happy for him. I really am. I was actually suprised that I was happy. But I'm glad I am, as long as he is. He deserves to be.
Know what else? This is my second post this month. When's the last time I posted more than once in a month? Know what else? Number three is coming up in just a couple of minutes. Wouldn't be appropriate to put that post in with this one.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!
Well, yeah. I'm late. Big surprise. I really miss blogging but, and I'm not kidding or exaggerating, I really don't have time. Everytime I say "I should blog about that ..." something else pops up, and I never get around to blogging. I hate it when life gets in the way of blogging.
Know what else I hate? Being totally, completely, utterly ... and disgustingly crazy about a guy who doesn't have time for me. Not that he won't give me the time of day. He's very nice (and slightly flirty) whenever I see him and talk to him on the phone, but he literally does not have time for me, or much of anything non-work-related. It sucks. Really. He's nice and smart and honest and motivated and compassionate and funny and ... Well, you get the idea.
The saddest part about this whole thing is that while I'm pining over this guy who doesn't have time for me, another guy wants to date me (we've gone out once) and, while I think he's nice enough, I'm just not interested in anything beyond dinner and a movie, ya know? Well, I know ya don't know because I haven't explained anything. Let's just leave it at this: Remember the "Italian Guy Named Joe" thing I blogged about (briefly. Very briefly.)? Well, guy number #2 is not a Joe.
Well, yeah. I'm late. Big surprise. I really miss blogging but, and I'm not kidding or exaggerating, I really don't have time. Everytime I say "I should blog about that ..." something else pops up, and I never get around to blogging. I hate it when life gets in the way of blogging.
Know what else I hate? Being totally, completely, utterly ... and disgustingly crazy about a guy who doesn't have time for me. Not that he won't give me the time of day. He's very nice (and slightly flirty) whenever I see him and talk to him on the phone, but he literally does not have time for me, or much of anything non-work-related. It sucks. Really. He's nice and smart and honest and motivated and compassionate and funny and ... Well, you get the idea.
The saddest part about this whole thing is that while I'm pining over this guy who doesn't have time for me, another guy wants to date me (we've gone out once) and, while I think he's nice enough, I'm just not interested in anything beyond dinner and a movie, ya know? Well, I know ya don't know because I haven't explained anything. Let's just leave it at this: Remember the "Italian Guy Named Joe" thing I blogged about (briefly. Very briefly.)? Well, guy number #2 is not a Joe.