Um, Your Socially Awkward Wife Is Here….
Hello! It’s been a little bit since my last post. Life has been busy, work has been busy – blah,blah, blah. On to the point!
I work with someone who is very socially awkward. You know, the kind of person you try and have a conversation with and it’s halting and slow and they give you weird looks and you try to make jokes and they don’t laugh? Yeah, we have one of those. I don’t work directly with her, but she is the wife of someone I do work directly with. He’s new to the position and so seeing her a lot is new to me. They have 2 kids, and the kids are cute and funny, and here a lot – but the mother – she’s just, I can’t put my finger on it. I want to chat with her – try and connect with her – but it just doesn’t work. I said to my old boss that this woman is a “odd duck” and she told me everyone says that about her and that she’s hard to work with/for. Whenever she pops by to visit her husband I feel like saying – “Your socially awkward wife is here!” That wouldn’t be unprofessional, would it? 😉
On another note, I keep getting spam comments and some of them really crack me up – like the one I got today. It said “I’m 15 and I have 5″. You know what that means.” Uh, yeah, I know what it means and in no universe would I be wanting to hit that. Even if I were straight I would not want one thing to do with your 15 year old, 5 inch peen! What do you think I am? A pedophile?? (I know it’s spam and they are not writing specifically to me, just in case you thought I lost my mind. 😉 )
I also had several offers for Cialis. WTF? Why do I always get messages on how to get my dick hard or grow it? I do not have a dick. Period. How about sending me something I can use, like how offers for someone to come and build us a new fence, or someone to come and give us a free in-ground pool? Now those I could use!
And, to top it all off , I am going to jump to an entirely different subject: Big D. He met us for dinner on Friday. It had been a full week since he went to college. Originally he was thinking of spending the night at home, but decided that he would go back to campus. We were glad he did because we want him to get acclimated and not come home every weekend. (His original reason for coming back so soon was to pick up his stereo that he left at home and a desk chair – which we loaded up for him.) When we pulled in, he came rushing out of his car and around to my side. I think he wanted a hug, but I wasn’t sure. Let me explain: He would hug me on occasion as a child, but the older he got, the less he was into actual hugging and more into playing like he wasn’t hugging me when he really was (i.e. a gentle headlock). We hugged for real after graduation, and of course when he left for college, but he has never hugged me in public before and he always acted like there was no way he would. So it was a little awkward and I kicked myself afterwards because I wanted to give him a hug too. Next time I won’t hesitate!
He looks fantastic!! Damn kid already lost all the weight he put on sitting around all summer, just by walking to class and dinner – and, well, everywhere really! He was excited and happy and bubbly and just full of life! He is having a great time. His roommate is a good kid, everyone is friends on their floor, there are cute girls – it’s just the best thing! He kept saying it is better than he ever expected. He’s going to join some clubs and is being very social. It was so good to see him and see he is doing well. All of the fears about him falling back into depression and anxiety have, for the time being, disappeared. We (and by that I mean D) put gas in his tank (he was at 1/4 tank and we felt like he needed a little more than that to make the hour drive back) and then she handed him some cash too and off he went.
Of course we are having fun on our own too *wink wink* 🙂 So everything is good. Real good in casa de TLND:)