Every day I wake, or with menopause just think without sleep and I hit the ground running. It doesn't change. Always something. And not just one thing, a multitude. You simply know that when your feet hit the floor it starts all over again. Daunting? Yes. Heavy. Yes. I haven't told you, but Meastro is dying. There's that. I can't euthanize him yet. I know I will find the moment. But it's not "yet." I returned from the park this morning. I went early because life is so crazy busy and I needed time to get "stuff" done after the park. I did my marketing at around 9 am and was selecting a begal. There were two very attractive guys buying fresh baked bread at the, well, I guess, "fresh baked" department. But I was busy wondering "WHERE THE HELL'S MY ONION BAGEL???" I was working on selecting something else when they showed up near me. One guy said, "Hi." I looked up and said "Hi." He said, "Nice pants." Swear to god! I was trying to find my bagel and I looked at him. He was looking at my boobs and saying that. I don't recall any guy in my life talking to me and looking at my boobs while doing so. I almost started to laugh. You know me, but I didn't want to be rude!!!!!! I simply said "Thanks," and got out of Dodge.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
A Day In The Life...
Every day I wake, or with menopause just think without sleep and I hit the ground running. It doesn't change. Always something. And not just one thing, a multitude. You simply know that when your feet hit the floor it starts all over again. Daunting? Yes. Heavy. Yes. I haven't told you, but Meastro is dying. There's that. I can't euthanize him yet. I know I will find the moment. But it's not "yet." I returned from the park this morning. I went early because life is so crazy busy and I needed time to get "stuff" done after the park. I did my marketing at around 9 am and was selecting a begal. There were two very attractive guys buying fresh baked bread at the, well, I guess, "fresh baked" department. But I was busy wondering "WHERE THE HELL'S MY ONION BAGEL???" I was working on selecting something else when they showed up near me. One guy said, "Hi." I looked up and said "Hi." He said, "Nice pants." Swear to god! I was trying to find my bagel and I looked at him. He was looking at my boobs and saying that. I don't recall any guy in my life talking to me and looking at my boobs while doing so. I almost started to laugh. You know me, but I didn't want to be rude!!!!!! I simply said "Thanks," and got out of Dodge.
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It would appear he needed a lesson on where things were. Nice pants - up at your boobs? Right. Pretty original don't you think? LOL.
I wrote on you blog but don't think it posted. Yes, it was rather odd. I didn't feel comfortable and left very quickly. You know good guys.
If you approached me in the beagel section of the market, I'd know you were a good guy. You simply know.
Thank you for posting on my blog. I"ll have to check. I hope it DID post......otherwise it won't count and I'll miss your comments!
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