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.

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.

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.

I Missed a Month?!?

I didn't blog at all in October?!? How can that be?! Well, I'm not going to promise to do better in November because, among other things, NaNo will be keeping me busy. Like I don't have enough to do. Work keeps me pretty busy, and I also have a not-so-small part in the latest play.

Anyway, just in case I don't get back here before the end of the month ... Happy Thanksgiving!

I Feel 15 Years Old!

OK. I didn't feel 15 until this just sunk in a couple of minutes ago. I've been trying to set up a phone interview with this person for a few weeks now. Well, today his PR person and I, through e-mail, finally got it set up. I asked "Will he call me or should I call him?" She said "He'll call you ..." blah blah blah. So, after it was all set I started thinking about it. DAVID CASSIDY IS CALLING ME!! Can ya believe it???

If you don't know who David Cassidy is, please don't comment. I've already dealt with two of "those."

Withdrawal?

Anyone else going through "Bucky" withdrawal? If you don't know what I mean, you're not ... and you should feel grateful.

Remind me ...

... in my next life, I'm going to marry an Italian guy named "Joe." Just can't get them outta my mind.

Holy Crap!

I knew I hadn't been here for a while, but I didn't realize it had been that long! Yikes!

I kinda have an excuse though ... other than the fact that since I don't have to deal with a dial-up connection at work, I get too frustrated with it at home. Anyway ... drum roll please ... I got a promotion! That was, coincidentally enough, at about the same time I wrote my last post here.

So, do you think the fact that I finally had time to post again means I'm catching on to this whole "news director" thing? I hope so!

I'll Never Understand Men

I know men say they'll never understand women but, in my opinion, men are way more difficult to understand than women. Before I go any further, I will say that I'm not totally un-shallow. I do have moments when I'd take a guy who looked like George Clooney over the nicest guy in the world, just because I'd enjoy getting all googly-eyed while gazing at him. However, if I knew for sure, no question about it, that there was a guy who was nuts about me, and wanted to spend time with me, and enjoyed conversations with me and, well, you get the idea, there's no way ... no way ... I'd be home surfing online dating sites instead of calling him and asking if he wanted to hang out or something.

When Jay and I were talking about something similar, he said something that made me feel "fantabulous," though. He said if a guy was doing this instead of hanging with me it would be his loss. He takes good care of me. I hope he's still talking to me, though. I smoked while he was still at work, and I'm supposed to give him $6 if I do that. I didn't. Now that I think about it, I saw his truck parked somewhere earlier. I should go see if it's still there, and leave the 6 bucks there.

Weird Dreams

This isn't an actual installment of Weird Dreams. It's just an observation. Over the last couple of weeks my dreams have been so vivid that, when I'm awake, I'm not sure if they were dreams or memories. It's hard to explain, but sometimes I feel as if I've actually been to the places I'm dreaming about, and the things that happened really happened.

I can't really explain how it makes me feel, other than it makes me want to remember more. I'm pretty sure all of this is just a side effect of the Effexor, and I'll be off that in May, so we'll see what happens then. I'm am kind of nervous about going off the Effexor, though. My moods have been normal ever since I started taking it. The doctor said this anti-depressant is supposed to get you back to normal after a post-surgery chemical imbalance. Then, you don't need it anymore. I hope that's the case with me.

OK. I just decided I will write about this one dream ... in honor of The Best Friend's birthday, which was Saturday. I was at this party at a beach house in Australia with a lot of my friends and aquaintances from all the chapters of my life. We were having a really good time, then I heard other people in another room. I went to check it out, and The Best Friend was there. So, he blew off his party and I blew off mine. He told me he knew of this private beach not from from where we were, and asked if I'd like to go there with him. Of course I did. So, we hiked up this mountain, and on the other side was the most beautiful beach I'd ever seen. We hung out there for a long time, just doing what we do when we hang out ... forgetting anyone else in the world even exists. I'm sure that dream came from the fact that we haven't spent a lot of time together lately, or even e-mailed as much as usual, and the other day we both said how much we miss each other. *sigh*