When I was in junior high we had this social studies teacher who used to make us greet him in the morning by saying, as a group, "Here we are with smiling faces ready to learn so we can GOOOOOOO places."
And if you didn't say it, he would make you say it by your self in front of the class.
At the time I thought he was a bit of an A-hole. But in retrospect, if I were a newly graduated mid-twenties teacher returning to my home town to teach the new generation of small-town slackers, I would probably do something similar.
I am currently sitting at AA's apartment. He is in the kitchen cooking us some yummy dinner. I am typing. I like to think of AA as a bit of a muse. He always brings out my creative juices. Either that or he bores me to death.
You be the judge. No really, please judge us. I want to see the scorn and pity in your eyes. Just be careful, if you look at me like that, I may fall in love with you.
Speaking of love. Last night I had a night visitor. An old friend who I have not seen for years suddenly showed up and we spent the night in bed cuddling. It was the best night of my life.
He is very cute. Sort of the dark, silent, brooding type. He doesn't snore, doesn't hog the covers and doesn't mind it when I kick him out of bed at 4am.
And who is this mystery man? I will refer you back to this blog from August of 2007.
Take a minute to aquaint yourself with that posting before reading on below.
Pooh Bear! I got my pooh bear back, finally. So I wrote that blog on August 27, 2007 and I received a package from my mom on December 27, 2008 with Pooh Bear in it. One year and four months is a long time to be with out your pookie.
Mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I said two things. I wanted rain boots and I wanted my Pooh Bear back. On 12/26/08, I picked up a package from the post office that had other gifts in it. There was the yearly gift of socks, a gift card, a stocking filled with candy, some art supplies, etc. I knew there was another box coming and was thinking maybe it was rain boots. So imagine my slight disappointment when I picked up a very small box at the post office on 1/2/09. Not rainboots, unless they were rainboots for a Barbie.
And then I opened the box and in the post office yelled "This is the best day ever!" and held Pooh Bear aloft like an Olympic Torch, eliciting stares from others checking their mail.
Even though I had asked for Pooh Bear back for Christmas, I didn't expect it to happen. I had mailed Pooh to mom shortly after the curious incident of Duncan ripping Pooh's ear off. And as of 12/01/08, he was still sitting on my mom's dryer in Montana in the envelope in which I mailed him.
Such a better gift than rain boots.
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