There used to be this guy–well, a man really. Long before the boyfriend! and I ever got back together. And this man and I worked together…I refuse to say where or what show for fear that someone may figure out who he is. He was my superior. And he…was…gorgeous. Think of him in terms of a Greek God type of gorgeous. Chiseled features, great body, dazzling smile, sparkling eyes…even his name was delicious and rolled off the tongue. And me–the 22 year old southern girl who had just moved to the city was smitten by him. I could not sit in the same room during a production meeting without the warmth spreading into my cheeks. I always bumbled around him, I’d trip over my own feet, falling into his rock hard chest…spill my coffee on his latest pair of Seven jeans…and overall just make an utter fool of myself over and over again.
One night at a company party, we were all out drinking. I was wearing one of my prettiest dresses, a yellow chiffon flowing number that hugged me in all the right places. I had only had a couple glasses of wine, but was still feeling a bit toasted. At about midnight, I knew it was time for me to head home and I started making my rounds to say goodbye. When I reached HIM, he pulled me in for a hug and to his friends at the table, said, “I love this girl!” and then looked directly in my eyes and restated the fact: “I love you.” And he said it gently the second time…not sarcastic, or goofy or in a joking manner. Just very matter of fact. Like it was common knowledge that I should know. And then he kissed me lightly on the cheek, his eyes returning back to mine, waiting for a response.
And I knew that THIS was my moment. I could tell him I loved him too…that together we could be so happy and get married and have many beautiful babies. This could be the turning point in our relationship. I opened my mouth to profess my love…and the only thing that came out was: “flegum.”
Flegum?? Yes, that’s right…flegum. A nonsense word. My mind was so flustered, I couldn’t even form an existing word …only incoherent mumblings that made no sense.
His eyebrows narrowed and a smile crept across his face. He pinched my cheek and continued, “Go on home and get out of here…sleep off some of that wine.”
I slinked out of the bar so, so disappointed in myself. Once again, my bumbling grace did NOT get me the guy.
When Luna gets tired…like, REALLY tired…this is how she sleeps. With her paws covering her face. The only thing I can figure is that the stress of the move completely tuckered her out. She slept for like 3 days straight when we got to the new place. And did so without ANY PROZAC!
For a year now, Sean has been trying to get me to drink out of his ugly ass Star Trek mugs. I despise Star Trek…I’m always competing with that stupid show for Sean’s affection. (kidding) But I do hate the show. It’s so boring and will instantly put me to sleep with all of its monotone talking and white noise in the background.
So, the week we were moving, we realized that we needed to keep a few plates, glasses and silverware so that we could…oh, you know…survive for the week. And Sean–that punk–ONLY kept his Star Trek mugs. I tried everything to avoid using them. Cupping my hand under the faucet to sip water that way…but it seemed inevitable. I was going to have to drink from the horrid Star Trek mugs. And just as I was pulling a mug out of the cupboard to pour myself a glass of milk…I saw a package sitting on my counter from Sean’s cousin, Jeannie (who frequents this site a lot…HI JEANNIE!) And inside this care package was not only delicious home-made biscotti…but THIS MUG she bought for us in the Bahamas:
I drank from that thing every single day for a week…Jeannie, you are forever on my good list.
And the winner is BOOKS by a landslide. Congrats to Jewels and Missy!! Feel free to choose whatever books you want either in the comments section here or email me. I have SO MANY that I need to downsize, that I may throw in a few randoms for good measure.
And for the record, I have about 4 other walls that were stacked with books. It’s a little ridiculous.
Lynne, you also get a book of your choice as a consolation prize…YAY! (Did you ever receive those other ones I sent you, btw??)
Seriously…moving sucks. I do not want to go through this again next year. But we may have to if the economy keeps up the way it is…ugh.
Anyway, this is Sean collapsed after only the first day of moving (we did several trips back and forth over the course of a week). He had no idea how much worse it was going to get…
Reason #1 why the Weekly’s haven’y been updated: I cleared the cookies off my computer and did an overall spring cleaning of my hard drive and erased my stored password to this site. And of course, I could not remember it to save my life.
Reason #2: I moved. And I think most of us have moved at some point in our lives and know what an effing stressball everyone becomes during one.
Reason #3: During the move, I somehow misplaced my camera cord that uploads all my images…big problem when my Weekly posts rely on photographs. I blame Sean. It’s not necessarily his fault…but I still blame him. I’m sure I could find an indirect cause that links back to him at some point. (Kidding, kidding…all you Sean-lovers out there, don’t get too bent out of shape. I don’t blame him…this time)
Reason #4: Did I mention the move? Because really…that’s all I got going for me. That and laziness.
I suck at double tasking, in case you haven’t realized.
The move went really smoothly…more smooth than I think either of us could have imagined. We did not pay movers this time which was probably the smartest decision I’ve ever made in my life. Last year when I moved, I did hire movers. And they were hungover. Asking if the brownies I had put out were “special” brownies…when I said no, they did little to mask their disappointment. They stole my bottle of tequila leftover from my birthday party. Broke more of my things than anyone could imagine (furniture…they broke furniture. Do you know how hard it is to break furniture??) and overcharged my by hundreds of dollars from the original quote I was given. The only thing broken this time around was a picture frame–which Red stepped on the day after the move.
So, anyway, this move was so, so much better. Sean and I did several trips with boxes the week before the move. The day of, my friends Emily, DC and Jeff came over in the morning and pretty much jumped right in bringing stuff down to the moving truck. Emily and I finished packing up boxes while the men grunted and lifted and threw their backs out. We also entertained the dogs so they didn’t freak out too much…not that that did a whole lot of good. After the truck was packed, the guys went over to the new apartment to unload (since the truck could only take 3 people anyway) and Emily and I stayed at the old place and cleaned. We ate greasy Chinese food and toasted with ginger ale to leaving BedStuy FOREVER.
2009 is already off to a better start…
I hate the way the dog’s eyes glow when you use a flash. Sometimes, there’s just no other option with a point and shoot camera.
Anyway, the poor pups could NOT HANDLE all the packing and moving. I’ve never heard two dogs howl more than when we left them to move the boxes we had packed. It was as though they feared we were NEVER COMING BACK FOR THEM.
And of course we’ll come back for Red. Luna, however has something to be worried about.
I just want to take a moment to brag….
This is the view from my new balcony:
It’s contest time again! Mainly because I have a stack of books on my shelf that I need to get rid of so that I don’t have to move yet another box to the new place!
So, Sean and I started moving into the new place this weekend. The idea behind this is that since we have incredibly nice friends who have agreed to help us move next Saturday, we wanted to do as much on our own so not to take advantage of said awesome friends’ generosity. And this weekend, we moved essentially all of our loose items–books, a lot of clothes, shoes, dvd’s. Essentially all that’s left is a few boxes of misc stuff and furniture. And i have realized that my stuff can be broken down into 4 categories…and that’s it. I have furniture, shoes, clothes and books. Literally…that is all
So, here’s the contest…you have to guess (leaving the answer in the comment section) what I have the most of…furniture, shoes, clothes or books? I’ll give you a hint: It’s not furniture.
I have plenty of prizes, so even if there are several winners, everyone will get prizes. Pictured is a package of one prize (though, again there are many others). This package is the graphic novel prize which will also include The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Other prizes include Jodi Picoult’s The Tenth Circle, a historical fiction novel entitled Women of the House by Jean Zimmermon, Planet Dog (A Dog Dictionary) by Sandra and Harry Choron, and The Fantasy Book (unauthored).
The answer will be revealed one week from today under Weekly Style as well.