This is all from a conversation I've had with someone I mentioned in this blog awhile ago. It seems surreal to me that we can talk so freely about the stuff we couldn't talk about ten years ago. Then again, I was letting the conversation happen, so what does that say about me? Why am I taking these deep breaths? Why is my heart beating faster? I'm going to blame the coffee and an empty stomach. Or maybe the too tight jeans that I shouldn't have worn. That makes much more sense and I like that explanation much better. There's nothing deep seeded here. Nothing. Why is it that he's always the one to message me first? I still don't know how to interpret that. I should have started copying/pasting much earlier in the conversation. The first part sounds bad. We were talking about a time about 11 years ago when I'd hopped a Greyhound to see him in college for a week. I'm wondering if he was patronizing me (or just be...
I posted this on a social networking site and the comments took the post in a direction I had not intended. So, I'm "moving" the original post here, along with only my comments (edited). One thing that cashiers in any store would love for customers to have is etiquette at the check-out line. Oftentimes, customers are on the phone having a conversation while the cashier is trying to do their job. They can't do it accurately unless they're able to talk and conversate with you. Please, put down the phone (tell the person on the other end you'll call them back) and respond to your cashier. Also, some cashiers are just naturally bubbly and in a good mood. If you're having a bad day or are in a bad mood, the cashier can tell and they want to help you make your day a better one. Not all cashiers are like this, but I am. It actually hurts my feelings a bit when I ask, "Hi there! How are you today?" and all I get is a grunt and a sour puss fac...
I'm feeling strange this time of year. I wouldn't say we're broke, but our holidays seem bleak this year. I said that before, somewhere, and I still think it. If I still had a job, it wouldn't be as bad. It'll be an okay year for Bella and her gifts. My mom gave her a bunch of books (they look kind of cheesy) that remind me of tourist stops. The previous post I made was originally placed in one of my mom groups. Someone took it upon themselves to help. I was very touched by this thought. I was informed by an anonymous message that something from Amazon would be arriving for Bella this week. This message choked me up a little bit. Tonight, we found the Amazon parcel on our porch. Inside was an awesome Play-Doh set and four 12-piece wooden puzzles. I made tonight gift wrapping night and was able to wrap them with everything else. When I started wrapping them, I almost started crying. Hell, I'm close to cryin...
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