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One of my coworkers who I adore and love to death happens to be gay.  This is a complete side note in my heart and soul because it’s of no consequence to me whatsoever.  I adore this guy because he happens to be one of the nicest people I’ve ever encountered and he’s recently endured a ton of my seeking information from him, all with a smile on his face.

However, he stresses out at work a lot.  Of course, there’s an easy explanation for this.  His job is mucho stressful. 

He buys lotions and potions for in his cubicle that are meant to reduce stress.  Often after a particularly stressful moment he will open the lotion and tell us all to take a good whiff.  It’s quite comical really.  But he’s so sweet and most of us just ache for his stressfreeness.  (that should be a word!)

Friday is his birthday.  I bought him a Flameless candle for in his cube.  It uses batteries and doesn’t have a real flame.  We are not allowed to burn candles at work.  He loves it.  I bought it in hopes of adding to his ZEN type cubicle.

However in a hilarious moment he came to me and in a low tone said “this is totally not politically correct…this “flameless” part on this box, I am a total FLAMER!”  He then threw up his arms and danced off.

And that was the best moment I’ve had all week at work.  That one was priceless.  And that was the best $4.99 I’ve ever spent at CVS.

Busy busy busy…or at least mentally I am.  I am taking two courses right now and am in information overload.  The house is getting there, Rick is doing fine.  Spent Mother’s Day with the kid and had a great time shopping and buying shoes and clothes and books.  All perfect and good things for Mother’s Day, including a card he wrote in that made me tear up.  Love that kid.

Fave song of the moment….

It’s the fortune in your hand
It’s the spotlight where you stand
It’s the answer you don’t know
It’s the space left when you go

Don’t know what you want
Don’t know what you want
But I know what you need
Don’t know what you want
Don’t know what you want

It’s the traffic in your head
It’s the cold side of your bed
It’s the place where you belong
It’s the words to your favorite song

I know what you need
I know what you need
To believe

- Shane Nicholson