I'm having a Calgon moment here.
It involves work (this is my #1 frustration). I understand that I have been there for 2 years, but give me a break!
We are a very open minded office so as long as what we say doesn't interfere with our work it's fine. We were having a conversation and everybody was joining in. I state what I beliee is a great piece to the conversation, and they look at me like I have 2 heads. Somebody else could say the same thing that I said and have everybody responds to completely different. If they say it, it's agreed on. If I say it, they ignore it.
I guess since I don't follow their every move; I'm the target.
So for my pity party, it's just been a bad day for me.
- Location:Filling up the Bathtub
- Mood:
sad
But I'm not that young anymore. But I'm not "old' .
Sometimes, I feel like I went back to school too late.
You see, I graduated from high school and went straight to work. I missed the opportunity to go to college and better myself. This has resulted in a lower salary that I had anticipated for myself.
Do you guys ever feel like you're too old for some things in life?
or
Do you have a moment in your life that you could go back and change?
- Location:On my couch
- Mood:
determined - Music:If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher
- Location:In my dreams
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:Here Without You by 3 Doors Down
Maybe the plot bunnies will come back, but for now I'll stick to reading fics.
Has anybody else lost the desire to write?
- Location:In my chair
- Mood:
aggravated - Music:The Letter by Brad Paisley
And why do co-workers try to shove food at you? And then they get mad when you refuse the food that you are so desparately trying to avoid.
I had to just vent a little.
- Location:Fantasy Land
- Mood: annoyed
" No I don't, look at me. I look like a bum." Lindsay said, frowning.
Danny walked over to her and kissed her softly on the lips. "But you look like a cute bum."
"You clean up nice, Messer. I think this is the first time that I have seen you in a nice jacket. I'll have to keep the wild women away from you tonight."
"They can't compare to ya, Montana. You outshine all the other so you don't have to worry about anything." He looked her in the eye and said:
"Go and pick out something gorgeous in that closet of yours and I will make your night worth while."
Lindsay looked at him, smiled and headed towards her bedroom.
Once inside her bedroom, Lindsay was beginning to become bald. This was due to the fact that she was going to pull her hair out if she didn't find the perfect outfit.
"Damn! Damn! there has to be something that I can wear here!" Lindsay thought as she rummaged through her closet.
Her eyes brightened as she found what she was looking for.
Danny sat on the couch, patiently. Many guys hate this part but he loved to wait for women, especially Lindsay. She was well worth it.
Lindsay headed to the bathroom to complete her transformation. Danny will be amazed tonight. She is going to show him just how a cute country girl can knock off the socks of a Staten Island man.
She put the finishing touches on her make-up and headed towards the door. She walked to the door and silently opened it up, slowly walking down the hallway.
Danny never heard her come up to him. He was reading the magazine on her coffee table when he looked up and she was standing in from on him.
The open mouth look on his face painted a thousand words.
- Location:watching fireworks
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:none
She was still on cloud 9. She can't believe what a day she has had, an absolutely jaw-dropping day. And to think that it was only 3:00 in the afternoon.
Lindsay curled up on the couch and started to doze off. She was asleep for about 10 minutes when her cell phone on the coffee table started to ring. She fumbled around for it and put it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Tu sei una stella...la mia stella "
"Danny, why are you asking for Stella?"
"Mi manchi."
"What?"
"Voglio vederti stasera?"
"What are saying to me, Danny?" Lindsay said, smiling. She could hear him chuckle on the line.
"That's my secret, Montana."
"Thank you for this morning. You are a sweetheart."
"Don't let anybody know that. It'll ruin the reputation that I have." Danny said, smiling.
"What reputation? You don't have a reputation, Butter-cup!"
"Okay, I...Montana, did you just call me Butter-cup?"
"I did, Messer. What are you going to do about it?"
"Oh, I can think of a couple of things that I can do?"
Lindsay sat back on the couch and smiled. What was this man doing to her?
"Danny, I wish you were here."
"Okay." was all he said as the line went dead.
It had been an hour and he hadn't called back. She feared that she made him mad; he had never hung up on her before. She had been twisting her hand in knots when she heard the buzzer at the front desk go off in her apartment.
"Miss Monroe, you have a guest".
"Please send him up."
"But Miss Monroe,I never even mentioned his name. Are you sure you want him to come up?"
"I have a pretty good idea who it is."
It didn't take long before the doorbell rang. She opened up the door and there stood the blue-eyed, gorgeous Italian who is making very good attempts at sweeping her off her feet.
He was dressed in a nice shirt that was very tight, but that was the way that she liked it. His blazer was nice and it fit him perfectly.
"Hey gorgeous." Danny said, softly.
"I didn't actually think you'd actually come. I thought I made you mad."
"You didn't make me mad. What Montana wants, Montana gets." And what I want to do for you is to take you out for dinner."
Lindsay looked down at her outfit, which was made up of a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt.
"I look like crap, Danny. This could be a problem."
- Location:Nowhere
- Mood: chipper
- Music:Stand By Your Man
- Location:DNA Lab
- Mood:
creative
Part 3 of the fic:
After her delicious breakfast, she went into the bathroom and drew herself a hot, steaming bath. She stripped away her clothes and she could smell Danny's cologne radiating from her skin. She took a deep breath and savored the scent, because it would evaporate in the hot water.
She reached for her vanilla mint bubble bath that she got the other day and added it to the hot water. She slowly eased her way in the water and it felt good. Leaning her head against the bath air pillow she thought back at the breakfast earlier in the morning.
She relished in the fact that he took the time to take care of her. He could have been doing other things, but he came to see her. That alone spoke volumes in how he cared for her. No man ever treated her like that, not even in Montana were there were good men too.
After they had eaten, he kissed her again. But it was not a make out session. It was a gentle, tender kiss. His kisses were light as angel's wings. He was a wonderful kisser. She giggled girlishly and put her fingers to her lips. She could still taste him. The taste of French Vanilla and the chocolate icing from the doughnut still lingered on her lips.
What could be better than that?
- Location:Attached to the Computer
- Mood: enthralled
*last chapter**
Part 2
Lindsay woke up the next morning, the rays of the morning sunshine warming her up. She sat up straight in bed and stretched and rubbed her eyes.
She grabbed her bathrobe and headed towards the bathroom. She washed her face and looked in the mirror and she couldn't help but smile. He was such a doll, she thought as she ran a brush throughout her hair.
She thought of the time that they spent in Montana. He came and supported her and that was more that enough. They almost kissed and she felt that Danny was holding back a bit. She let him know that they could take it slow and she said that she wanted a old-fashioned romance. For Danny Messer, who lived life on a whim, he was more than willing to oblige on her request. So on the trip back to New York, all he did was hold her hand and she was happy with that right now.
But she did want more.
She went into the kitchen and attempting to start the coffee pot. But not before she noticed a basket wrapped up on the kitchen table. She let out a giggle and she opened up the basket. Inside there was a basket of doughnuts. All sorts, from crullers to the kind that was stuffed with creme'. She reached in and grabbed the one with the creme' and ran her finger along the edge and licked the creme', savoring the flavor of the Bavarian creme'.
She was about to devour the doughnuts when she she heard a slight knock on the door. Slowly heading towards the door, she let out a sigh as she opened the door. He was here.
And he had coffee!
And not the cheap coffee, but the premium roast blend.
"Hi" Lindsay said, softly.
"Hey yourself, Montana" Danny said, smiling.
"How did you do all of this?" Lindsay said, bewildered.
"I have my sources." Danny said. But he couldn't help but laugh at Lindsay's look of shock.
"Don't you remember when we were on the plane you gave me your key just in case something happened."
"Yes, I do." Lindsay said, her eyes gleaming with tears.
He put the coffee down as he noticed the tears start to spill down her perfect complexion. It tore his heart to see her do that.
He came up to her and gathered her in his arms. She broke down and just cried. He just held her.
Lindsay stopped crying, and let out a hiccup. He kissed the top of head and looked down at her.
"Danny?"
"Yes".
"I want more," Lindsay said, smiling up at him.
If he was any other man, he would have high-tailed it to her bedroom with her in his arms, but he knew what she meant.
He led her to the table, pulling out the chair like a gentleman. He placed the coffee in front of her and served her.
He didn't have to say anything.
He didn't have to do anything.
Just being with him was good enough.
finished.
- Location:It the writer's corner
- Mood:
flirty
She was tired, she was exhausted. The Welcome Back! party in her honor wrapped up and she was about to drop. She gathered her gifts and cards and headed out to her car.
She had one foot in the car when someone tapped her on the shoulder. On instinct, she shrieked but calmed down when she discovered who it was.
"Adam!" Lindsay said, out of breath.
"What?" Oh...." Adam said, stammering.
"What do you want?" Lindsay said, running out of patience with the ever patient Adam.
"I'm sorry, but you dropped this in the lobby."
He handed her a box. It was a tiny box, wrapped up in a green bow. She had recieved quite a few packages, but she never saw this one. Oh well, she thought. She would open it up when she got home. Right now, the bed was calling her name.
She said her goodbyes and headed out of the parking deck. Adam stood where her car had been and rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet. He smiled, welcome back Lindsay.
****************************************
"Did you give it to her, Adam?"
Adam responded on his cell phone. "I did, she'll love it!"
****************************************
After her shower that night, Lindsay sat on her couch and opened some of her presents. She smiled at the picture frame that Stella got her; she had the perfect picture that would go in there. She then came across the small box that Adam had handed her.
She shook it like she would on Christmas morning. The package felt empty. She gingerly opened up the box, careful not to ruin the beautiful ribbon. Someone must have took the time to select the wrapper and the ribbon.
She opened up the box and she smiled. She reached in and pulled out a miniature bottle of beer. Next she pulled out a small miniature hamburger and the last thing she pulled out was a small buffalo.
Her hand went to her mouth and she felt tears well up in her eyes. She started to put the box on the table when she saw that there was a note tucked in the box.
The note read:
Lindsay,
I misunderstood you today. You are a beautiful woman and you make me want to be better. You're cultivated and smart and you know, I may just have to take you up on the wine offering and skip the beer. Take this gift as a token of how much I love you.
By the way, I know you just came back but I asked Mac to do a favor. He is giving you the night off. Do whatever you want to do on the day off. But remember, this Staten Island Welcoming Committee misses you.
Love,
Danny
With that she headed to the window and glanced out towards the skyline. She knew where she belonged.
finished.
- Location:Danny's Dressing Room
- Mood:
hyper
| You Are a Glazed Donut |
 Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that. You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness. Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you. And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten. |
- Location:Carmine's art studio
- Mood: artistic
You're 40% Irish |
 You're probably less Irish than you think you are... But you're still more Irish than most. |
*Apparently not much!**
- Mood:
blank
Gummy Bears |
 You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute. |
- Mood: chipper
content- Location:Lost in the south
- Mood:
tired
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