Okay, so someone commented on my last blog article that maybe I should talk to him about the way I feel...they offered very sweet and wise advice, and I appreciate that, but I told them that I HAVE talked to him, but he was (and is) the king of ambiguous...so I guess I should explain... So here goes: A few years ago on Good Friday, I was working late, and as usual I was wrestling with the inner demons that were my romantic feelings and desires for said man. He wound up coming in that...

Okay, I saw him today...which is not unusual, considering we work in the same place and it's a rarity that we DON'T see each other. After all these years of working together (and it's been quite a few), it still amazes me how my pulse can race whenever he comes into view. It used to not be that way when we first met. He used to just be this geeky science teacher that I talked to on occasion (and as we all know, the only thing geekier than science teachers are history teachers--har har--oka...

Well, another Monday bites the dust...oh yeah, and it bites too. Being a high school teacher, I long ago learned that you can always tell when a major weather front or a full moon is on the way by the behavior of your students on a given day; today was no exception. Given that my students this year are mainly freshmen, this phenomena was intensified. Any of you who have ever owned (or have been in direct contact with) this wonderful, unpredictable species are well aware that any emotio...

Sunday afternoon...spent as it usually is--doing laundry accumulated from the week, cleaning the house that has been neglected during the week, trying to pacify a small dog that has also been neglected during the week, catching up on phone calls/email/junk mail that has accumulated all week. Not the way I want to spend this time. If I had my way.... If I had my way, I'd be lounging in bed with the Sunday paper with him, reading little news bytes to each other, exchanging little "love b...