Some Things Suck

The subject matter might belie the title of this post...but I'll get around to how things suck. Yesterday afternoon, I logged onto myspace. This is not something I do very often, I really only set up a MS page to look at Stephen McCloud's pictures. But anyway, I logged on and saw that I had a message. I figured it was from Stephen - he's the only one that sends me myspace emails - but it wasn't. The subject line of this email was "Jeremy from 1999". While the computer was opening the message, I was mentally going through all the guys I've known (and remembered), I was hoping it wasn't the Jeremy that used to live down the street from me. I can't imagine he's very good looking these days (picture the guy that lives in his parents' basement...that's a Trekkie). Well...there staring back at me was the face of a Jeremy I haven't seen in 7 years. The Jeremy that I worked at Ingles with, who was - and is - painfully hot, but not in that conceited way. Down to earth, nice, shy, and HOT. So, ok...I've got this email here from this Jeremy, oh my. The first line of the email goes something like this, "Wow, I hope you remember me, I've been looking for you for like....seven years." Oh shit...that's right...the last time I saw him was in the doorway of mine and Ben's first apartment. He lived in the same complex as me, and saw me carrying in laundry that night. We talked, and then a few minutes later he's knocking on my door. Needless to say, he was shocked to find Ben there and he didn't even really get in the door before he excused himself. [Now, be patient...I'm getting to the sucking part] I was so shocked to hear from him, and find him just as HOT as he was 7 years ago...I got a bad case of the giggles, and kept saying, "I just can't believe this!!!"
The reason this situation sucks so bad is this: he hasn't seen me in 7 years. Ya'll know I don't look like I did the last time he saw me. I am blown away by the potention in this situation: for all kinds of things (love, a reason to get on the treadmill, even a really good new friend); but good grief, he can't see me like this!!! So, I've made a decision that I'm going to do something about it. I want to see him, and I kinda want to know what it would be like to kiss him...cause I've always wanted to. For seven years. Not consciously, but now that its dangling before my face like a carrot on a string, I remember that I'd always wanted to 7 years ago. Even that night at my apartment, in the stairwell. And that makes me wonder...if he had, what would have happened? Where would I be now? That's why some things suck, because you can't turn off your brain...and you can't make it stop.
Something else that really sucks is: when the guy upstairs takes a shower, the "runoff" bubbles up in my kitchen sink. I have had Ray ass-water in my sink!!!!! Gross...

Musings Of a "Stay @ Home" Mom

The other day, I was at work and I heard the DJ talking about Sugarland's new video for "Stay"...she was saying that Jennifer Nettles should win an award for the video. Well, I've been watching GAC for days (because we all know CMT doesn't play music videos anymore), trying to see that video. So, I've been wearing out GAC, waiting for "Stay"...well, I just saw it. And it freakin' broke my heart. I heard JN got a divorce. She's either really good at making herself cry, or her ex is a cheating bastard. I'm voting for option #2. [men suck]

I went to Covenant today, to have lunch with Carla. It was good to see all my old co-workers, but its hard to believe I ever worked there, and liked it. Management is laying off people left and right. Yesterday, they laid off the Sales Analyst Manager. I mean, WHY??? Its obvious, if you read the business section, or check the stock prices of Covenant...I've heard rumors they're going private again, and it looks like Parker's running the stock prices into the ground in order to buy out shareholders real cheap. Shit, I'll probably get sued for writing this...oh well...at least I'm not on company time!
So, today - I'm proud to say - I dressed up in a decent fashion, fixed my hair, and actually [hold onto your seats folks] put on MAKEUP !!! Yey me!!! Well, I planned my lunch with Carla so that it would fall on the day of Lily's Fall Festival. This way, I don't have to haul my butt out of bed at noon and MAKE myself get dressed and made up to go watch her play on inflatable toys (unlimited rides for ONLY $12). I am excited about this festival, and to tell the truth I am hoping I'll meet some hunky single Dad. Hehehe...sounds just like the plot-line of a Mary Kay Andrews book to me.
By the way, her books are AWESOME!!! Hissy Fit should be made into a movie, and I think that Julia Roberts should star as Keeley. Let's see, who could be Will??? Gotta be hot, free-spirited and real. Not anyone like Brad Pitt. Her philandering fiance could be Ben Affleck: he's got the right look to pull off the role as a member of one Madison GA's untouchable families (not in the mobster way, in the small town politics way-they can get away with anything because of who their daddy is and who their granddaddy was).
Will would need to be someone heroic...cause he's got to ride into town in his yellow Caddy and literally save Keeley (not her life, but her reputation-sort of). So he should be someone like, um...totally STUMPED. Somebody read the book and suggest someone. If you're into reading, you could easily read it in a day. So, make a Saturday of it.
Well, I have 25 minutes until works starts (and I'm not talking about the paying kind, ya'll). I need to get psyched up for this Festival. Sheesh, I'm going to be spending my hard earned box painting money on inflatable rides and face paint. Oh well...... some people aren't so lucky. :)