We began that day to talk on a consistent basis. Like, every day. At first it was idle chit chat; small talk. The two of us just trying to figure the other out without really getting into too much detail. But within the first week of our initial friendship, Jordan started showing up at places he knew I’d be. Places I’d talked about in random conversations but that I never would have expected him to appear at. Places that I’d mentioned in conversations with others while in earshot of him. Places that were completely out of his way. But he made the trips to see me. He’d pop in here and there to just say hello, have a quick conversation, and then be on his merry way.
From that day on, Jordan was on my mind all the time, and he was in my head. He was all I could think about. It was sickening, really. It’s as if I ached for him – to be around him, and it was like getting punched in the heart when I wasn’t. Those moments I couldn’t see him or speak to him were killing me. My anxiety levels shot through the roof and felt sick at the thought of seeing him AND at the thought of not seeing him. But he was there…everywhere I looked, I saw Jordan.
…to be continued.
This afternoon I walked into a conversation between two of my co-workers. What I caught was the end of the conversation and co-worker Betty saying “Tonya Harding“.
Co-worker Veronica said “Oh, did you go to school with her?”
Betty and I nearly died laughing.
I’m getting ready to go on vacation next week and will be travelling for a good duration of the time. And so, I’m going well-prepared with a good book or two.
As you may already know, I am an avid reader and usually become so captivated in my reads that I often find that it is all I want to do.
This summer I went thru a slew of books and finished my last John Grisham legal thriller. I picked up two other non-legals of his, and tried really hard to get into one but just epicly failed (I’ll save it for another time). So, on a recent shopping trip I was delighted to pick up a few new reads, including the third in the “The Witch of….” series by Suzanne Palmieri. Last summer I read “The Witch of Belladonna Bay” and followed it with “The Witch of Little Italy” (although, if you’re reading them, reverse the order), and I’ve been on the hunt for the third book “The Witch of Bourbon Street“. Eureka! As soon as I started reading it I fell in love with it. I’m still only a tiny ways into it because I’ve been supremely busy and haven’t had much time to indulge myself, but I am looking forward to zipping thru this third book in the series.
I’m heading out on another trip later in the month and I CANNOT WAIT to tell you all about it. This trip is going to be amazeballs and I am over the moon that I have the opportunity to do it! But, it’s a surprise so you’ll have to wait to hear about it.
For that trip, I will likely indulge in the other books during my flight. Eep! Can’t wait for this one!
I’ve been told lately that my blog is missed.
Between working, teaching, studying, courses, training, living, vacationing, and dealing with the crazies, I haven’t really had much time or desire to post.
But since it’s Halloween week I figured it’s a good time to try and get back into things. And, since my first Halloween post a few years ago (read it HERE) I’ve kind of continued an annual Halloweeny theme.
A few nights ago I had a course in the City and afterwards we decided to hit up a movie. All I can say is thank goodness it wasn’t Paranormal Activity! There’s no effing way I’d be seeing that bullshit (last year I got tricked into seeing one of those Insidious movies and nearly had a meltdown).
We watched The Last Witch Hunter with Vin Diesel.
Let me just add that it didn’t completely suck. I mean, Vin Diesel is not the best actor in the world – it’s almost hard to watch him sometimes because he’s got no depth and is so over-the-top monotone, but for what it was the movie was okay. And it was left wide open for a sequel.
And Michael Caine was in it too, and he’s spunky.
The movie wasn’t really scary but it had some “scary” moments in it.
The Witch Queen was definitely a sight and if you make direct eye contact with her you might not sleep well at night.
What I didn’t like about this movie – aside from Vin Diesel’s bad acting – is that there wasn’t enough witches. I mean, it’s called the Last Witch Hunter, so you’d think there’d be a little more Witch Hunting in it (Y’all have seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer, right? Lots of vamps in that!). So, Mr. Diesel, my suggestion, if you decide to jump on the sequel bandwagon, is to add more witches to your story. I need some visuals here, please.
I have a small list of scary movies I’d like to watch this Halloween week but some of them are over the top for me to watch because I’m a big baby and get scared easily. (Hey, fellow asshole, Jaime, you wanna watch some scary movies with me????) Stay tuned to see what happens.
#1 – See Day #7 re. My Dream Job (writing).
#2 – Fitness. It is my goal to become CanFitPro certified. In the meantime, I work out every damn day and attend a minimum of 4 fitness classes a week.
#3 – To finally have a Goonie adventure (although, I have had close calls in the past). I think everyone deserves a Goonie adventure in life and my passion is endlessly seeking out that adventure. If that means karaoke-ing it or challenging people to dance-offs or getting lost in the woods after dark while on a hike then so be it…Life is a journey. I’m gonna rock it Goonie-Style.
Day 2 of the 30 Day Blog Challenge is resonating with me, as my birthday is right around the corner.
My Biggest Fear About Growing Old is the possibility that I may never get everything I want out of life. Don’t get me wrong, my life is grand and I’m pretty excited about it but there are certain milestones I’d like to pass. There are decisions to be made and things to think about. Right now I’m still living the good life but sometimes I feel like time is running out to have it all.
What a lovely surprise to get a message from my blogging friend, Gull over at The Magfique Way – http://themagfiqueway.wordpress.com/. She is one of my favorite bloggers…a kindred spirit of sorts…at least of the blogging world. And today she put a sincere smile on my face by presenting me with the Reader Appreciation Award.
She is so adorable. It made me so happy to get her message. I’ve been contributing to this blog for like, 8 years (tho some of the older stuff is LAME!), and this is my first award. And it was so out of the blue that I just didn’t even prepare a thank you speech or anything.
But fear not, dear friends, tho I am planning to reciprocate this award at some point (soon), I decided to leave you with something from my life…I debated on writing something humorous or something a little stronger, a little reflective of me. I went with the latter (for something funny go here: https://welcometosandyland.wordpress.com/2012/01/13/something-happened-on-the-way/).
So here is something personal…straight out of my journal from waaaay back when (c. 1999)…something that I’ve never shared with anyone.
“I continue to lie to myself, allowing myself to believe that if I don’t think about him he will be out of my mind. But even the mere mention of his name sends memories and tears flooding back. I haven’t seen him, physically, but he’s everywhere I go. Still.
I’ve compared us to Hamlet & Ophelia. They were in love; he was more wise of the world and she was naive and innocent. He had lied to her, told her he didn’t love her, and broke her heart. This drove her crazy and on the bring of her insanity she lost herself and lost her life. The tragedy of it all caused by those three little words. Those three little words that I don’t think I can ever say again.
Because of him I am powerless. I have no control. I shut my eyes but he is still there living in my head, laughing at my misery. And I am left alone and still loving him. I often wish that he would go away and I’d never see him again because that is easier than feeling the way I feel. Pretending that I don’t hurt is too hard.
I pray for him, every night, hoping that he gets his life together, that he’s okay, and that he knows I still love him. Because I do.”
Heavy or WHAT?? I know…the things a young girl writes after a break up.
Anyway, I shared that with you so that you can see that my inappropriate (at times) humor comes from a good place and often to overshadow the depressing stuff. It’s all good. I simply have found that, as a writer,
most a lot of my creativity comes from a darker place…from circumstances that aren’t always the most uplifting. And when I write from this darker, sadder place the words usually just flow. And I have managed to turn out pretty good in spite of, eh?
So, thank you again, Dear Gull at The Magfique Way, for always being there with your great posts and comments and for this very special award. And to the rest of you: Thanks for reading.