All I want is a guy exactly like George Clooney.
Is that too much to ask?
I was going to post about how great it was to spend some time with The Best Friend.
But he ruined it.
The lunch and dinner and drinks and saying goodnight were all good.
But four days later, I'm pissed.
Our class reunion is coming up and he's in charge of the DJ. He told us to pick 5 songs and he would pass them on. My choices were 1) September - Earth Wind & Fire 2) Piano Man - Billy Joel 3) Paradise by the Dashboard Light - Meatloaf 4) Anything by Elton John because I couldn't possibly pick just one 5) Any song that makes you want to slow dance with me.
His response was along the lines of he wasn't sure I wanted to dance with him because he hasn't danced in a long time and he may have forgotten how.
Translation: We're not dancing together at the class reunion, Anne.
Well, we're not doing anything else either, bucko.
I assume just plain California Bloggin' was v1.
V3 was non compos mentis.
V4 was excited utterances.
Can't, for the life of me, remember what v2 was.
As I was going through this blog looking for something I found this post about my nephew's Captain Obvious-like tendencies. I shared this post: "http://annesutterances.blogspot.com/2007/08/airplane-like-alex-isms-my-nephews-is-6.html"> with my sister and she sent me yet another Alexism.
He came home from school one day and told her he lost his jacket. She asked, "How could you lose y our jacket?" He said, "I put it somewhere that I don't remember."
He's one semester away from getting his degree in education. His future students are in for a treat.
Yesterday was my co-worker Judith's birthday. At some point during the day we were talking about the day she was born and some things her mom told her. That reminded me of a story my mom told me about my Aunt Mary:
Early in her nursing career Aunt Mary worked in the maternity ward of a big-city hospital. At that time there were a lot of abandoned babies. She loved the name Judith so that's what she called all the girl babies. She never had any kids of her own but there are a lot of Judiths out there who have her to thank for their name.
Speaking of birthday's that were yesterday:
One of my besties turned 60. I always think of her as so much younger than I am, but it's actually only 2 1/2 years. *shrug*
GSG's son, who also happens to have a great smile.
It's been 11 months since I posted. I cannot believe it's been that long. No, not that since I posted because I've gone longer than that. Eleven months since GSG passed away. Man, do I miss him!
I've had a few dozen dreams about him since he died. Every one has been good, with some way better than others. They all bring me comfort. Maybe I'll blog about them someday. Maybe I'll catch up on how things developed between us, too.
Anyway, the GSG dreams are not the ones that are weird that I was planning on posting about today. This one was last night:
I was in Mass at my home church (which is not my regular church) and it was time for the "sign of peace." It lasted forever because people were going up and down and across the aisles to shake hands with everyone. They were smiling fake smiles and having a grand old time. At one point this guy from my transitional job (more on that some other time, too) was running up and down the aisles glad-handing people and grinning the whole time. I thought it would never end. But it eventually did and that's when the priest called this singing group up to the altar. One of my friends from high school was in the band and she was going to sing. I didn't even know she could sing.
That's when my backup work alarm went off and I woke up. I don't remember turning the regular work alarm off. I must have been more tired than I thought.
I didn't realize how long it had been since I'd posted here. 13 years! Appropriate number, I guess.
Well, there's no other way to say this: Great Smile Guy died yesterday. He was only 67.
I didn't have words yesterday, only tears. Tears I tried to hold back at work, where I read his obituary for the first time. I was fairly successful. Tears that I tried to hold back on the drive home because I needed to see. Tears that wouldn't stop for hours after I got home. I had a hard time falling asleep. Couldn't stop thinking about him. More tears. But today I have words. Here's what I tweeted: