a - 04 september 2001
From: Anne
Sent: Tuesday, September 04, 2001 3:20 PM
Subject: The man is mine . . . (lol) in my dreams!
Hi Michele!
I had a perfectly fine time off. I accomplished my homework early Saturday morning so it wasn’t hanging over my head all weekend. My favorite cousin - Jennifer - came over with her mother to pick up an old Bible that belonged to my grandfather. Jennifer is about my sister’s age, but she and I have a lot in common. Well she teaches high school, so we definitely don’t have that in common. We used to hang out and write to each other a few years ago but we drifted apart. She mentioned going "some time" to a singles outing that a local church has - she offered to take me with. Cool!
What could be worse than the Tuesday that is the Monday after a long weekend? I guess not having a long weekend is worse, huh? Or a weekend with an annoying old biddy squawking about bridge tallies - that is definitely worse! UNBELIEVABLE! WHY do people have to be like that?! It’s so true that one jerk can ruin your whole day. Today some telemarketer called for my boss who had just left for lunch. The caller said, with an edge in her voice, "well, I already left a message on Friday." She acted like she didn’t want to leave another message with me, then she closed with "Could I try back in a few hours?" It’s like, "Did you even consider that she doesn’t want whatever lame product you’re trying to pawn off on her?" I’m going to say something to that effect next time: "I gave her the message - I guess she isn’t interested."
On to a more pleasant subject - Arnold! Sadly I haven’t had another cool dream about him. Drag. I have been meaning to start a dream journal - if I have a really memorable one I’ll write it in my journal. Re: the picture of me and AV, I thought you’d like that! I’m trying to learn to use some picture editing software that is one this computer. The pic might’ve worked better if I used a digital picture of me. I’ll try that next time. Maybe next time I’ll be kissing him! Hahahahaha! The more I think of Mr. Vosloo, the better he looks! He has practically ruined all other men for me because no one else seems to have his faboo physique. And to think I wouldn’t have even watched The Mummy if you hadn’t told me about it and how dang fine he is! It was a good movie too; I can’t wait to see the sequel!
Speaking of movies, I rented Miss Congeniality over the weekend. I thought it was just a little predictable but very good. I also watched the tapes that I have of Speed and Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Keanu’s birthday was the 2nd so I was celebrating. Plus I saw the commercial for his new movie and I couldn’t get his beautiful smile out of my mind. I was telling my family how he is so wonderful and beautiful, but I’ve read some quotes from him and I think he’d be way too different (read "freaky") for us to really be together.
I also feel your pain about the green-eyed monster. I was going to write, "I’m glad Sara doesn’t go out." then I thought, "Whoa, isn’t that terrible." Well, it’s true. I get jealous of the wives of those great catch guys. (I think we’ve discussed this before.) I am truly amazed that they can get those guys to marry them.
Oh yeah - our preacher is moving back to Oklahoma so our church will be looking for a new pastor. Of course, the preacher’s cute son will be going with him. Depressed sigh. I guess he wasn’t my soul mate after all. I was thinking about that before - we talked about how long it should take a guy that likes you to ask you out. Well I’ve know the preacher’s son John for years, albeit casually, and he couldn’t at any point work up the nerve to ask me out? One time in a church service, I was sitting near the back left side of the room and he was at the front right side and I happen to look over and he was turned around looking at me. From that I really felt like he was at least a little interested in me. But we only recently got to where we could say "good morning" in class. Writing that previous line, I was suddenly sad again about the loss of what might have been. Depressed sigh. I was walking around all weekend singing, "Lying to Myself" by David Cassidy.
Look at me moping over someone I never really had. Silly girl! The point I was trying to get to was that he must not have been the one after all.
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TV - The Partridge Family
Movie - Miss Congeniality (love Jurassic Park - plan to see III this week.)
Song - "Lying to Myself" by David Cassidy
CD - ?
Funny Moment- From Are You Being Served? The gang was trying to fake a wedding of Mrs. Slocombe and Mr. Humphries for the benefit of Mrs. S’s wealthy uncle and they were trying to pass off Mr H as being a Greek. Mr. Tebbs was pretending to be a Greek Orthodox minister. As he is "performing the ceremony" there is a loud chanting record playing, Mrs S is wailing loudly over being stood up by the real groom, Mr. H tries to wail in tune to cover up Mrs S’s sobbing. Mr. Tebbs is doing a bunch of cooky things and saying a bunch of gibberish. That was the episode they showed this weekend - it was a very funny scene!
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Questions Answered
would you elope?- I would, but I’d want my mom and sis to be there. (I know a young couple that eloped to a dream wedding in Jamaica. Now that would be awesome!)
have you ever seen male strippers?- no, but I’ve always been curious about it! ditto!
do you think you are going to be more conservative or adventurous with your husband (sex wise)- More adventurous definitely! But I will also draw the line at some things!
do you kiss your pets?- not usually - but remember that they stay outside and only our Bo Bo comes near us.
what do you think of Halloween? Satanic or just harmless fun?- I agree that it’s supposed to be fun.
Ever been on a hayride?- yes. many years ago: - maybe 20! I had a good time, as I recall.
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New Questions
Do you ever get so mad that you literally can’t see straight? Yes. I used to get mad at Sara like that. Now it happens when I’m PMS-y and my boss says something in her over-explaining, "Anne is so stupid." voice. (I was actually that ticked this morning.)
If you went to see a male stripper, do you think you’d tuck a dollar bill (or a five, ten, etc.) in his g-string? If I was with a large group of very outgoing women, I probably would at their encouragement but I’d be blushing bright red. I blush as I sit here and picture the scene - this buff, oiled up guy is gyrating right in front of me in the smallest briefs ever, and I’m all giggly and can’t even hardly look directly at him.
Would you ever date a guy who was a stripper? I think this goes back to my "wouldn’t want to date a super-handsome" guy philosophy, so I don’t think I would. I can imagine him doing his thang at a party full of drunk women … hello recipe for disaster!
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That’s it for today. Talk to you soon. God bless!
Anne
"So I’ll never feel your touch again. I’ll get used to it; hearts’ll break then mend. I’ll come bouncing back; you barely left a scratch on me. You were nothing but a little plaything, and your love bite was only a sting. Baby when you went, it hardly made a dent in me. It was just a flesh wound in my pride. It ain’t no tragedy that I can’t survive. I’m lying to myself every night. Without you baby nothin’s been right. No matter what I say, can’t make you go away. I’m lying to myself that’s the truth. It’s killing me being without you … I’m lying to myself. I don’t lie here, alone in this bed, broken record of your voice in my head ‘cause nothing that you said had any real effect on me. There’s not a thing that I would change; no not much only everything just to have you again …"
