Update on Fleetwood Mac Guy
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I swear, I have not been thinking about him for 2 days - but this did pop into my head yesterday afternoon while wading through a boring sales tax return. (One's mind does tend to wander!) The reason I wasn't "into him" is because he thought he was God's gift to women. I think I sort of painted a picture of him as a nice young man who was smitten with me and here I was cruelly using him to see Fleetwood Mac.
You know how when someone acts like they are so darn likable, it makes you want to like them even less? Yeah, he was that guy. And here's the thing that was the most annoying thing that happened at the concert. I can't tell you a thing about the concert itself (I think it was in Buffalo?) but I can tell you this. He kept holding my hand, bad enough - but he kept rubbing my hand with his thumb. Errgh. So try as I might, I couldn't even block the hand-hold out of my head, you know?
I can just imagine what my body language was - arms folded, staring straight ahead, trying to zone out and avoid the whole hand holding thing, wondering what the hell had I been thinking when I agreed to go with him. Serves me right, really. Anyway, I think that's a really weird thing to retain in my head for 30-something years. Maybe it will go away now that I've written it out.
I swear, I have not been thinking about him for 2 days - but this did pop into my head yesterday afternoon while wading through a boring sales tax return. (One's mind does tend to wander!) The reason I wasn't "into him" is because he thought he was God's gift to women. I think I sort of painted a picture of him as a nice young man who was smitten with me and here I was cruelly using him to see Fleetwood Mac.You know how when someone acts like they are so darn likable, it makes you want to like them even less? Yeah, he was that guy. And here's the thing that was the most annoying thing that happened at the concert. I can't tell you a thing about the concert itself (I think it was in Buffalo?) but I can tell you this. He kept holding my hand, bad enough - but he kept rubbing my hand with his thumb. Errgh. So try as I might, I couldn't even block the hand-hold out of my head, you know?
I can just imagine what my body language was - arms folded, staring straight ahead, trying to zone out and avoid the whole hand holding thing, wondering what the hell had I been thinking when I agreed to go with him. Serves me right, really. Anyway, I think that's a really weird thing to retain in my head for 30-something years. Maybe it will go away now that I've written it out.
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I went out to dinner with Kathy, Nancy & Kim last night and didn't get home until 9:00. I know, gasp! I had wanted to make Chex Mix and Muddy Buddies for work but I was too tired so I'm making them this morning - they are both cooling now.
I think what started this craving is I saw recipes for White Trash in the newspaper recently and it brought back memories of someone at work (not sure who but I know they no longer work there) making it every Christmas season. I'd never had it before and found it rather addicting. Believe it or not, I don't really care for white chocolate anymore so I decided on going the traditional Chex Mix and Muddy Buddies route.
If you follow either of the above links to Chex Mix or Muddy Buddies, check out how many other recipes there are for variations on the theme. And if you ever want to Google White Trash recipes, remember to add the word recipe to your search - otherwise you'll get all sorts of trailer-living, mullet-wearing, bad teeth-bearing, beer-swilling, Nascar-watching human beings. Or someone's wedding photos.
I think what started this craving is I saw recipes for White Trash in the newspaper recently and it brought back memories of someone at work (not sure who but I know they no longer work there) making it every Christmas season. I'd never had it before and found it rather addicting. Believe it or not, I don't really care for white chocolate anymore so I decided on going the traditional Chex Mix and Muddy Buddies route.
If you follow either of the above links to Chex Mix or Muddy Buddies, check out how many other recipes there are for variations on the theme. And if you ever want to Google White Trash recipes, remember to add the word recipe to your search - otherwise you'll get all sorts of trailer-living, mullet-wearing, bad teeth-bearing, beer-swilling, Nascar-watching human beings. Or someone's wedding photos.

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5 Comments:
Gotta love that mullet!
Twinkies!
I love the Hostess "wedding cake". I used to really love those chocolate cupcakes, but either my taste has changed over the years or they're making them differently because I don't like them much now. I still adore Twinkies though.
The rubbing of your hand brought back memories of a Moody Blues concert I went a long time ago. A couple was sitting in front of us and the guy rubbed his date's back continuously throughout most of the concert and it drove me insane. :)
The back-rubber reminds me of a couple at another concert - he combed her hair the entire time before the concert started. (Or maybe I just stopped gawking at them. They irritated the shit out of me too!)
That thumb rubbing guy reminds me too of those days. I wonder which advice magazine he read that. too bad the nice guys always lose. if he was really.
I was so mad when my husband to be kept rubbing my back at my parents house. What was he thinking? I know what I was.!
I shall have to google 'white trash receipes'. hmm.
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