Pajamas

I got some Life is Good pajamas today. They are wonderful, absolutely amazing I never want to take them off wonderful.

I realized today the ultimate problem that I have with someone with whom I am close and love dearly.
She is too helpful, and its incredibly irritating. But more than that she wants to smooth all edges- shes a people pleaser.
Great, this is what I am going to be like when I'm 80.
Dont get me wrong, I love this woman, really I do. I just have to take her in small doses.
Asking 10 thousand times if things are planned out correctly isnt helpful.
Telling me that you love my company no matter what my disposition, not only is that not helpful thats downright a lie.
Answering a question that isnt directed towards you- after I told you it wasnt directed toward you, that just wants me to duct tape your mouth shut.

I am sorry that I am short with her, but I can only take so much.

In other news,
Rocky Mountain National Park is wonderful. Absolutely gorgeous.
We saw Elk- and heard the bulls bugling.  So cool!
Climbed to an elevation of over 10,000 feet, and got cold feet, literally!

Also, our hike was guided by a nice park ranger named Mike.
This Mike person had the mannerisms, the facial structure and the smile of my Timmy.
Yea, I call him mine, because the Tim that he has become is nothing like the Timmy that I knew and grew up with.
Had my Timmy not moved to a different county, not gotten involved with those that he did, and stayed a friend of mine, I imagine he would have been just like this Mike fellow.
One of my memories of Timmy was that he wanted to be a Zoologist. He loved animals, and especially snakes and Tigers.
Yes, if you must know that is why I have an affinity to tigers myself.
I had a crush on Timmy for 8 years, and I finally let him go August 2004. I called him up, told him I had always had a crush on him and then that was that.
(Was it coincidence that this happened when I visited me? I dont know, but I am beginning to think not so much.)
I would have done anything for Timmy- anything that a 7-15 year old could do.
But then again, I remember very vividly laying down either in the grass or in my bedroom just chatting about piercings. He said that he wanted 11- and then he named where he was getting each piercing.
So, which person did he end up? The zoologist or the pierced guy?
Im sure you probably already know, but yes he is now a bar tender, has a body covered in tattoos and probably has his 11 piercings by now.
I know he could have been better, but I guess thats just a story for a parallel universe.
His old home- where they lived down the road from us, is now vacant.
Much like the piece of my heart that once held him so dear. Its like he has simply up and left- and he did. December 7, 2002 he was up and gone- we were coming home from Costa Rica and there was a Uhaul at their house. I never got to say goodbye to the family that was for several years my second family.