My last blog was written under the influence of alcohol. I don’t even know what I was trying to say. Regarding my lack of blogage, my friend Melly said, “It’s like you got sick or injured or died 2 years ago.” HOW AWFUL!!
I vowed then and there to start writing again.
No, I have not fallen ill, I have fallen in love!
I’m pondering my lack of focus, really… My ability to concentrate has been compromised and I am forced to ask myself “why?” Abraham say’s “Genius is really only the ability to focus”. Somehow I totally get this concept; maybe love just makes me stupid? Probably get no argument there… In any case, I feel like I am coming around, or landing, or whatever. I can relax, focus, be me, do me stuff and be in love. Maybe I feel more secure now. I am confident I won’t be left behind because I’m too difficult or too fat. Maybe it’s the B-12/6 shots. WHATEVER. Here it is and I’m going with it.
I’m going to sum the love part up here and now and then promise to lay the topic to rest.
I still after two years, very much look forward to next thing out of Zac’s mouth.
My boy is hysterical and these examples prove my point.
Him: I never liked Pac-man.
Me: How come?
Him: I don’t like being chased the whole time; I want to be the chaser.
While watching Steel Magnolia’s… chick dying, all sad…
Him: Is your vagina glowing like when Orks are near Frodo’s sword “Sting”?
Me: Wow! Did your mom paint that tiger on the wall?
Him: (yells from the next room) Yes. It’s an Asian predator.
Me: What’s the opposite of nocturnal?
Him: Diurnal. (No pause what-so-ever)
(While begging to leave his house and not knowing why he is still watching an internet war scene)
Me: Why are we still sitting here?
Him: 3000 rounds per minute baby, that’s why.
(While watching some new age lady on the Dog Whisperer talk about the “journey” she and her dog are on together)
Me: No human being should ever say the word journey.
Him: “Yeah, that should be reserved for hobbits only. Unless your Bilbo Baggins don’t say it.”
(Again TV)
Me: He seems gay.
Him: Yeah, He’s got some sugar in his tank.
He calls little dogs “high-steppers”.
He also tells me he loves me “more than a fat kid loves cake” and that I am his favorite person.
Need I say more?
Thursday, August 6
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2 comments:
haha...he is one funny boy. glad he loves you so much and vice versa.
mamacita
While teaching a class on Relationships, I will often offer up a quick and easy definition for "Love". I tell my students, Love is an equal combination of Admiration, Respect & Trust (ART) and that these 3 things are inner-dependent on one another for they must all be present and if one is gone, they are all gone. My point? Based on the amount of admiration that you have for Zack, my knowledge of you as being one who is one of the few truly trusting & trustworthy peeps on the planet and your apparent respect for you man, I think its safe to say that that which you have for Zack would be an excellent example of what LOVE is for my students. You obviously admire the hell of him. I love that. Okay, enuf mushy talk. I gotta think of something romantic to do for my woman, "Savannah Lee of Tony".... You are an inspiration Steph! Love ya. T-Money.
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