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Sunday, June 3, 2012

Orange Croc Guy

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It was pointed out to me last week that my blog posts have not been funny lately and I had to admit to being too sleepy for funny adventures. I said that maybe summer vacation would bring back the funny, but now I have to admit that I'm not so sure that's going to happen. At least not any time soon.

There's been a big change in my life. I've known for quite some time that it was coming and as of this morning it's official.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Orange Croc Guy has left the building.

Actually, he's left Florida all together.

After his mother passed away last summer, he started going to New Jersey once every couple of months or so to take care of things that needed to be done. Being around family again started making him feel homesick so when his cousin offered up a business opportunity he couldn't turn it down. For right now, he's gone for at least three months, but who knows what will happen after that.

He's rented his place out to a friend for the summer and asked me to join him in NJ once I finish school, but I had to say no because it's New Jersey. What the heck am I supposed to do in New Jersey? And what if he decides to stay? I'm not entirely sure they even let people with southern accents into New Jersey.

This morning before he left we had one of our usual conversations where in true Ginger fashion I refused to say what I really felt...

OCG: Are you going to miss me?

ME: No.

OCG: You'll miss me.

ME: No I won't.

OCG: What are you going to do while I'm gone.

ME: I'm going to eat ice cream for breakfast everyday, order fajitas for dinner every night just so I can see the cute fajita delivery guy and I'm going to google stalk Russell Brand.

OCG: Sounds like fun, but you'll still miss me.

ME: No I won't.

OCG: You'll miss me and when you do I want you to call me.

ME: I won't be calling cause I won't miss you.

OCG: You'll miss me.

ME: No I won't.

OCG: I'm not going to call you if you don't call me, so you better miss me and you better call me when you do.

ME: I guess we won't be talking cause I won't miss you.

I won't bore you with the rest of the conversation cause it just went back and forth with him saying, "Yes you will." and me saying, "No, I won't." over and over again.


I have always told Orange Croc Guy that he is not allowed to read this blog. He has always claimed that he doesn't want to read this blog. However, I know that he has and I am betting ~hoping~ that he will again. So, once again, in true Ginger fashion, here I am saying way too much, way too late and to all the wrong people because maybe, just maybe, he'll read this and maybe he'll call...maybe...


OCG,

You asked what I would miss the most about you and I let you know that I would be far too busy to miss you, but what I should have told you is that I will miss your hands. Or, more specifically, your right hand.

The one that reaches for mine with silent confidence and holds on with a gentle strength that lets me know I am safe.

The one with fingers that fit perfectly into the spaces between my own.

The one whose warmth I feel as it rests on my lap or across my shoulder.

The one you place on the small of my back as I enter a room beside you.

The one you cover your face with as you shake your head and laugh at my ridiculousness.

The one I reach for when I am frightened.

The one you don't use when we arm wrestle because you know I'm left handed.

The one that you wave impatiently as you try to explain something to me for the second or, sometimes, the third time.

The one you rub against your chin when you're thinking.

The one with the scar that's been there since you were a child.

The one that holds the TV remote just out of my reach.

The one that has reached out to dry more than one of my tears.


Your right hand. I miss your right hand the most.

















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