neatoTorpedo

1)that you should choose the word “treasure”
2)that you should prescribe elton john & abba

(eerie, almost)

not sayin, but just sayin.

it works, right? & Pay Attention to Keeping what you said in that first comment. Got it, kid?

Godspeed & gefilte fish.

But it is really amusing to think about how Katie Holmes used to dream about how she’d be Mrs. Tom Cruise, and now look at her! Sure, she’s got L. Ron Hubbard as her father-in-law (exaggeration) and she has to still live down that couch-jumping incident, but you can realize your dreams. Beefcake!
This makes me laugh. A lot. The idea of Katie Holmes getting all Meta-Katie and thinking of herself thinking of TC as a child, all wistful mooning-swooning like, maybe realizing that is big stretch for a little girl from Ohio (?) who is a decade or so younger than he is…and then, being jolted from that reverie into the whoddathunkit? reality of wifedom to Maverick himself.
Anyhow…I’m just joking, and hope those two lovely mens treat their ladies right and keep the love light aflame. Somewhere, God has the perfect man for me (and right now, God is using me to do his will and become the perfect woman for that man’s helper and cherished one), and one day it will be time for us to meet. & just maybe he will have the common denominator in my crushes: gorgeous hazel/blue eyes and interesting mouths and chins. I’d sure like a bluegrass musician, a fiddler, cellist, banjo picker, or upright bassist…but I digress into absolute complete fancy & irrelevance (wait-I think we were already there). I pray we will have the strength and love of the Lord to keep us from ex-ing each other. [...Or, maybe, God is waiting to move one of those mans into my life-I keed, I keed!(Triumph the Insult Comic Dog voice)]

& now, I need to stop grieving for my new-old life and embrace my new new one instead of seeing it as lacking. Ebbs and flows, change is the only constant. JC is the same yesterday, today, & tomorrow, and even though, truth be told, and it is a waste to lie to the One who knows all, I am p-oed at Him right now (it’s cool; he already Forgave me for that among a bajillion other crappy things I’ve done/not done/will do/not do)—something cool WILL come of this. I gotsta keep on moving, all Matthew Wilder-like (dang, I bust out the semi-obscure wholly-random lyrical quotage when depressive, which is oh-so-hilarious since I can’t bear to listen to a song), until the day of super coolness is upon me, at which I will have a TaDa moment and be like, yo, JC, You knew where I was going all along, and JC will be all, Duh. I’m up with your Father; We were ALWAYS on your side. ‘Sok, though, you ask forgiveness and we’re cool…but you gotta learn to TRUST ME!