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Breaking News

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This just in …

Maintenance Man — is married. Yeah. I know. I couldn’t believe it either. Here’s how it went down:

I was transferring from the light-rail to the northbound train after work when I saw him. So, I did what any normal 30-year-old single girl would do. I followed him.

Some might call this stalking. I, personally, call it serendipity.

Anyhow, he was with friends, one of whom I know, so I casually and very nonchalantly sat down in the row behind them and caught wind of their conversation.

Some might call this eavesdropping. I, personally, call it being in the right place at the right time.

Eventually the wife came up and I found myself sitting there dumbfounded. Not that I loved him or even thought anything would even happen. It was just a mini-crush. The result of not having kissed anyone in, oh say, uh … ahem, well that’s just none of your business, thank you very much.

The dumbfoundedness turned into laughter, as this is not the first time this has happened, which led to slight annoyance.

Ladies, if you’re married, and you like him, then you better put a ring on it, as my girl Beyonce would say. Your non-ring-wearing husbands are killing us single girls. Killing us.

In other news …

Tonight was a “run-day” for triathlon training. And I sprinted. So you should all congratulate me on how awesome I am. (Mostly because I want to die, and I think I might, so you should get all the nice things you want to say to me in now before I pass on.)

And finally, to wrap up the news for this Tuesday night …

Today is my mom’s and my granddad’s birthday and I want to give a little shout-out to both. (My uncle put a shortcut to my blog on my granddad’s laptop so my readership now includes my grands — which I think is too cute.) I have posts about both my mom and granddad simmering. But right now, my body is shutting down, on account of the sprinting you see, and I’m anxious to see who I’ll be smoochin’ on in my dreams now that Maintenance Man is hitched. I have high hopes … but I don’t want to jinx it, so I’m not telling you.

And that’s the way it is.

Train Escapades (and More of the Maintenance Man!)

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I have a handful of meaningful posts simmering right now and will share them as soon as they are sufficiently cooked. Right now I’m busy working on my fireside/conference presentations, and memorizing all the music, and am learning some wonderful things that I’m looking forward to sharing. In the meantime, I think I’ll continue my current trend of frivolous posting and give you an update on … the maintenance man. Today is your lucky day! There is news to tell.

SO. I haven’t seen him since the day after Dream 1. And what I didn’t tell you, when I told you that I saw him getting off my train that day, was that I quick grabbed my phone so I could take a picture to send to Frit. (If you tell me I’m ridiculous or pathetic, I’ll tell you to go stick your head in the sand). Best friends need visuals. Period. Unfortunately there was no way to take a front-view photo without him knowing so the PIX Frit got looked something like this:

Obviously not a very helpful angle, but all I could capture without him knowing. Until today …

At the end of the work day, I caught the trolley to the SL Central Station where I transferred to a train headed out of the city. Whilst on the trolley I’d called my Grandma Sally to say hi and I wasn’t paying much attention to anything but our conversation until I got to my favorite seat in the first train-car, turned around, and saw him. Him! The maintenance man! I quickly, but with feigned nonchalance, turned around and sank into my seat as the flush spread from my cheeks down my neck (and maybe, just maybe, to my hiney). Every encounter is a bit uncomfortable, you must realize, on account of the fact that I’ve kissed him and all. Even more uncomfortable is the fact that he doesn’t even know we’ve kissed. But anyhow, I finished my conversation with Gram and contemplated my options.

Should I get up, move over to his aisle, and strike up a conversation?
No, you fool. You can’t even see him without going all 6th grade on yourself. Besides that, you’re a chicken.
Yeah, true. OK, what about a friendly smile?
Yeah, you could pull that off. Friendly smile is very non-threatening and even a 6th grader chicken can do it.
OK, on the count of 3, I’m going for it. Three … two …

I stood up to “resituate” my bag and coat into the compartment above my seat and as I did so, I caught his gaze (so I thought), smiled, and waved. Aaaaaaaand … he? He turned his gaze and looked out the window. No smile. No nod. No wave. Nothing. Nothing? Nothing!

Wh-what?! If I could’ve sunk any lower into my seat after that I would have been the grit in the creases of the worn leather upholstery. Later, when I told Frit about it, she laughed so hard she almost peed her pants and then (once she could breathe) came up with reasons as to why he didn’t acknowledge my friendly gesture including:

a) He thought I was waving at someone behind him.
b) Though he appeared to have been looking at me, he may have been looking past me and didn’t even see the smile and wave because he was staring into space.
c) Men are sometimes oblivious and he, being a man, might not even realize that I should look familiar to him. So while I have seen him (and kissed him) enough to feel like I know him, he might not recognize that in fact, I am not just a strange woman waving on the train, but am actually someone he’s come in contact with multiple time.

(She’s such a good friend.)

I’m personally banking on option A, but regardless, at the time, I felt like a royal idiot. I sat through the rest of the ride trying to appear as cucumber-like as possible grasping at any shred of dignity I had left. But if I’d had any at all to begin with, I tossed it out the window with my next move.

As we approached my stop, I turned to gather my things, and stole a glance in his direction. He was asleep! Asleep! Heaven had smiled upon me. This was my chance! My chance to get Frit the visual she needed! I ducked back down beneath the top of my seat, fumbled for my phone, quickly turned on the camera, and then slowly, nonchalantly, poked my head up, eyes darting to see if anyone was watching. I carefully rested my arm on the back of the seat, casually “fiddling” my phone. I twirled it on its corner, tapped it on the seat, flipped it around, and when the coast was clear: snap!

‘Twas a bit crooked and blurry so I tried again. Second time’s a charm.

Now I realize after telling you this story, you might think I’m a little crazy. But I like to call it “quirky.” And I think a little “quirk” is charming. So don’t think about leaving that in the comment box. I also realize that in showing you these pictures, I might totally embarrass myself, because YOU might know him. But that’s a risk I’m willing to take for a good blog story. I also realize that in showing these pictures to people who may or may not know him, I might discover that he’s married, which is just plain awkward. But if he IS married, he’s one of those idiot married men who doesn’t wear a ring which I think is awful, and downright rude to us single ladies. And if that’s the case, my dream about kissing him isn’t even my fault. It’s his and he should be ashamed of himself.

OK, enough stalling.

Here’s take 1:

And take 2:


Sidenote: I’ve never seen him wear spectacles before. And today, the spectacles plus the scruff just about did me in. He looked soooo philosophical. And those who know me best know my heart beats true for philosophers. [Sigh] (I wonder if he plays the guitar. If so, he had me at “Now what seems to be the problem with the thermostat on your floor?”)

In conclusion I’d like to say that my train escapade today was fun. I need a little more adventure like this in my life. I’d also like to say that I have no feelings toward the maintenance man whatsoever, other than flustered embarrassment that is slowly turning into curiosity as to why he’s popping up in my life all the time these days. Frit thinks it has to do with The Secret … The Secret … The Secret. Whatever it has to do with, at least there’s a man to talk about.

Nighty Night Campers: Part 1

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As a child I prayed to have dreams about certain things. In fact I distinctly remember praying one day while I was taking a walk along our driveway (I wasn’t allowed past the mailbox) that I would have a dream about Wonder Woman that night. I was about 5, had Wonder Woman underoo’s, and LOVED all things WW. So naturally having a dream about her would be super cool. That prayer never got answered. Or maybe it did (because God answers all prayers) and I just don’t remember having the dream. Because … I NEVER remember my dreams. EVER.

Until recently.

In the last week, I’ve had some crazy-weird dreams. And I actually remember them! AND they’re incredibly vivid. Normally I would just laugh it off and chalk it up to my crazy, jam-packed, over active, oddly creative brain (and maybe I still will). BUT, my friend Laurel recently posted about one of HER dreams and a dream interpretation site she found so now I’m all … “WHAT if these dreams mean something! WHAT if I’m supposed to be learning and understanding something from what they’re trying to tell me!”

So … mostly for your reading pleasure … and partly to solicit your friendly interpretations … I am going to post the dreams here, in a 3-part series (cuz there’ve only been 3 so far), along with the interpretations from the dream site. Like I said, feel free to offer your own interpretations. I’d love to know what you think.

Dream 1: Occured about a week ago
(this one is slightly embarassing)

I was outside the front door to our office building and there was a valet parking counter on the curb (we don’t have a valet counter in real life). I was laying down on the side walk facing … a man. It was the maintenance man for our offices! :/ (He’s a young guy, mid-20s probably, and little boy cute. Usually has a bit of scruff, which kinda makes me all … well … let’s just say I like scruff. OK fine. I love scruff.) So anyway, we’re laying about 2 feet apart on the sidewalk, on our sides, facing each other, and I reach over and run my fingers through his hair and say, “You have really great hair.” (BAAAAH! I’m so embarassed right now!) Then all of a sudden we’re standing up (and kissing) and he says, “Can I get your number?” And I say, “Sure.” (If only it were that easy in non-dream life!) So I walk over to the valet counter and there’s a stack of post-it notes and a pen. I write my name on the top note and it’s not straight so I pull it off and try again. I do this 3 or 4 times but I can’t seem to get my name written in a straight line in the center of the post-it note. I remember feeling very frustrated that I couldn’t get my name right. And I, for some reason, couldn’t give him my number written all skewampus on the paper. It had to be perfect and I couldn’t get it right.

And then I woke up (with a lingering frustration that I couldn’t get my name straight).

Now for the dream site’s interpretations:
They don’t interpret the whole dream in the context of the entire story, just the elements that you remember and type into their search engine.

Hair
To see hair in your dream, signifies sexual virility, seduction, sensuality, vanity, and health. If you are reaching for someone else’s hair, then it suggests that you are trying to connect with that person on a spiritual or intellectual level.

Kissing a Stranger
To dream of a kiss, denotes love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and contentment. If you are kissed by a stranger, then your dream is one of self-discovery. You need to get more acquainted with some aspect of yourself.

Work
To dream that you are at work, indicates that you are experiencing some anxiety about a current project or task. The dream may also be telling you that you need to “get back to work.” Perhaps you have been slacking and need to pick up the pace.

Writing Name
To dream that you are handwriting, represents your self-expression and creativity. Consider the symbolism of what you are handwriting and how it relates to your waking life.

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As a side note, I thought you might find it enjoyable to know that while I haven’t seen the maintenance man (aside from dreamland) since before Christmas, I’ve ended up running into him TWICE this week. What’r the flippin’ odds! We rode the same train Tuesday morning and I ended up accidentally sitting a table away from him later that day when a co-worker and I went to lunch. I of course got all flustered and embarrased. I didn’t know what to do with myself! All I could think was, “I’ve kissed you in a dream and YOU don’t even know it!”

So until tomorrow … chew on that. What do ya think?! :)

G’night!