Bootleg

hear it in the stairwell:Smashing Pumpkins
I was sitting in A&P this morning waiting for my habitually late professor to arrive. Five minutes later he breezes through the double doors and I hold back laughter. He looks very very similar to the crocodile hunter. He's wearing a lot of khaki and his pants are pulled up way past his belly button by a large leather belt. The pinnacle of the entire outfit would have to be his brown leather boots...inside of which he has the bottom his pantlegs tucked. I stared in disbelief for a few moments until he caught my eye and I had to look away for fear that he would mistake my gaze as an approval of his clothing choice. At least it made the lecture more entertaining. I imagined him with an Australian accent and holding a baby alligator.
"Red blood cells are biconcave discs that are made of hemoglobin. Aye, Mate."-Professor Keyes

Compliments of Kristi...An Ode to "The Meanwhile Girl"...(very often our position:))

"She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh. She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One". You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.
She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either. She's not moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She's too understanding, too comfortable - she doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does. But she's cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely and need female companionship, she'll do just fine.
You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. Why can't all women be like that?!
But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs - she could play hard-to-get like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off.
So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the confidant, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman.
She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She's safe. She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room.
She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is."

Oh Kristi, so goes our lives.:)
Yea! It is the weekend and there is probably JUST enough snow on the ground to TRY to sled:) Enjoy!

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