Yesterday I was on my way to ~j’s house when I saw a sign for a Mexican restaurant. Of course, that’s nothing to blog about; you can’t throw a rock around here without hitting a Mexican restaurant. I was sitting at a traffic light and all of a sudden nostalgia knocked me for a loop. A year ago I’d been sitting in that restaurant with my friends Steve and Catheryn. There was much debate on coastal Mexican food and financial preparedness. We ducked down when someone we used to all work with, but didn’t like, came into the place.
Today the morning info shows had trailers and interviews for Pirates of the Carribean. Last year we all ducked out of work to catch the first showing of Pirates II. I guess we were always doing a lot of ducking.
It’s strange when someone close to you dies because there are always little memories around every traffic light or grocery store to remind you. Mostly, it just makes you miss them.
A friend of mine asked if I thought it was strange that sometimes she goes to Catheryn’s now abandoned blog to look at her pictures. I voted no, but of course I’m the one that still has it linked on my sidebar.
I ran to the campus bookstore to select a gift for FormerlyPhread’s lil ~j. I walked past all the BYU gear laughing a little at how Steve dressed as the football coach, Bronco Mendenhall for Halloween. I wanted to get lil ~j some fancy colored pencils so I took the stairs down to the art section.
It was there among the paints and tote bags that I had an almost religious experience. In the middle of the ready-to-purchase art was this picture:
How fitting that Cruise was nestled next to the religious artwork, giving us all hope in these dark times.
To tell you the truth, I was mesmerized by the soulful look in his eye. It made me want to sit down and weep for fear of having disappointed him in anyway. “I didn’t cure my baby blues with medication!” I wanted to shout at him, “I used vitamins and exercise!” My vitamins look a little, ok a lot, like cookies (vitamins are better when they come with fat and sugar.) As far as exercise, I think we can all agree that going from prone to sitting up in the bed is a hearty workout!
I’d like to thank Mr. Cruise for his love and support; it’s meant the world to me.
May I ask, what has Mr. Cruise meant to you?