I want a child.
Not to pop one out myself, but to just have one. Adopt one or something... I want one to hug and to read stories to and to romp around the yard with and to take pony riding.
Today went... quick, but it was a long day too. I'm just tired. It was sooo busy. Everyone was off work and thought it a good idea to go to the grocery store. The woman I worked with... was nuts. I felt like going nuts spending the whole day with her. Well, it was worst right after lunch. Then... we just got so busy and I either adjusted or zoned out again... and it was fine.
An outside boy (not one I've mentioned before. Let's call him Outside Boy #3. (#1 is the handsome married one, #2 is the superhot tan curly one- the Peter Keating one... that my sister knows and says is dumb and that I think seems lazy but has a DASHING smile) #3... is tall(er than me) and skinny. Dark brown hair. He smiles a lot and has a very very nice smile. Well, he was bagging today! I enjoyed looking at him without all the extra trimmings (aka sweatshirts/coats). He's nice and tan and skinny but has nice lean and muscley arms...
Anyway, we closed 5 minutes before it was time to go home, and he was working with one of my fav lady checkers... and he had a huuuuge two or three cart order... so I mosied over to help. I didn't say anything at first... just helped bag and listened to the conversation between the checker and customer. Then... as I was running out of time, I decided I needed to talk to him, and so I did. "Don't you belong outside?" He did that smile and said yeah, and I asked him what he was doing inside. He said he picked up hours because he thought it would be kind of slow... We laughed because it certainly was NOT! I asked how long he had to work. He said til 8 and that he wasn't sure he'd make it. Then... I had to leave and grinned and told him to have fun. Want to know the truth? I'da been happy to stay another five or ten or thirty minutes to talk to him more.
While I can't say he's my soulmate, I can say I enjoyed talking to him, that he has a nice smile up close as well as from afar, and that he reminds me of my Boy #1 (not the outside boy #1. But THE Boy #1.) Yep.
Steph told me one of her hubby's friends said I was hot. That makes me sad in a way. I think he is very physically attractive too. Mexicanish so dark skin and hair. A nice smile. Kinda flirty sweet-like. But I know too much about him. And that is disappointing. Not that I know too much about him but that... that fact means I cannot be attracted to him. It's really a shame... to think of what people can miss out on because of their own lifestyles and poor choices and those of others. While it made me sad to hear that, it was also kinda flattering in a way. I mean, I can think of better words... other ways I'd rather be described than "hot," but hey... you gotta take what you get. And this comes from someone who probably wondered at one time in the past why Steph hung out with me. So I'm a little younger than her... Shove it!
Tomorrow... I'm walking the trails... which means when sis gets out of the bathroom, I get ready for bed. I ought to ice my wrist again... Now my whole forearm is kinda sorish/tenderish. When I danced with Lee the other night... IT HURT! The two-step was fine, but when we started swing dancing... it's all push and pull with the hands. And a couple times OOOOOOWWWWW. Ugh. I do not want arm/hand problems too! I already have to worry about my silly tendonitisy ankle!!!
Goodnight peeps.
Today went... quick, but it was a long day too. I'm just tired. It was sooo busy. Everyone was off work and thought it a good idea to go to the grocery store. The woman I worked with... was nuts. I felt like going nuts spending the whole day with her. Well, it was worst right after lunch. Then... we just got so busy and I either adjusted or zoned out again... and it was fine.
An outside boy (not one I've mentioned before. Let's call him Outside Boy #3. (#1 is the handsome married one, #2 is the superhot tan curly one- the Peter Keating one... that my sister knows and says is dumb and that I think seems lazy but has a DASHING smile) #3... is tall(er than me) and skinny. Dark brown hair. He smiles a lot and has a very very nice smile. Well, he was bagging today! I enjoyed looking at him without all the extra trimmings (aka sweatshirts/coats). He's nice and tan and skinny but has nice lean and muscley arms...
Anyway, we closed 5 minutes before it was time to go home, and he was working with one of my fav lady checkers... and he had a huuuuge two or three cart order... so I mosied over to help. I didn't say anything at first... just helped bag and listened to the conversation between the checker and customer. Then... as I was running out of time, I decided I needed to talk to him, and so I did. "Don't you belong outside?" He did that smile and said yeah, and I asked him what he was doing inside. He said he picked up hours because he thought it would be kind of slow... We laughed because it certainly was NOT! I asked how long he had to work. He said til 8 and that he wasn't sure he'd make it. Then... I had to leave and grinned and told him to have fun. Want to know the truth? I'da been happy to stay another five or ten or thirty minutes to talk to him more.
While I can't say he's my soulmate, I can say I enjoyed talking to him, that he has a nice smile up close as well as from afar, and that he reminds me of my Boy #1 (not the outside boy #1. But THE Boy #1.) Yep.
Steph told me one of her hubby's friends said I was hot. That makes me sad in a way. I think he is very physically attractive too. Mexicanish so dark skin and hair. A nice smile. Kinda flirty sweet-like. But I know too much about him. And that is disappointing. Not that I know too much about him but that... that fact means I cannot be attracted to him. It's really a shame... to think of what people can miss out on because of their own lifestyles and poor choices and those of others. While it made me sad to hear that, it was also kinda flattering in a way. I mean, I can think of better words... other ways I'd rather be described than "hot," but hey... you gotta take what you get. And this comes from someone who probably wondered at one time in the past why Steph hung out with me. So I'm a little younger than her... Shove it!
Tomorrow... I'm walking the trails... which means when sis gets out of the bathroom, I get ready for bed. I ought to ice my wrist again... Now my whole forearm is kinda sorish/tenderish. When I danced with Lee the other night... IT HURT! The two-step was fine, but when we started swing dancing... it's all push and pull with the hands. And a couple times OOOOOOWWWWW. Ugh. I do not want arm/hand problems too! I already have to worry about my silly tendonitisy ankle!!!
Goodnight peeps.