Sunday, August 21, 2011

Mantracker should be my best friend

Today, Terry Grant came into my work. It was the highlight of my day, no, week, no, month. I could watch Mantracker all day, and still love it and be impressed by his awesomeness. I can even watch the idiots who win and still love Mantracker, because he tried his best to catch them, and we can only ask for everyone's best.

But my goal list in life includes meeting Terry and getting my picture with him. And hearing all his stories would be rad too.
I had him in my grasps today. He came into my work and I was with a different customer, and as Terry looked up and took his receipt and started to walk out the door, I saw him. I clutched my chest and whispered to my co-worker, who had just rang him through, "Holy Crap, that was Mantracker!" I would have called out to him, but he was out the door. My chance was gone...

I feel like I know him sometimes. I watch the show a lot, and my friend, Holly, well she knows him. I tell everyone the stories she tells me about him. Like, she slow-danced with him on a porch once. And he calls her Miss Holly. Legit, I tell everyone. Holly would be proud of me, and I know that she is probably peeing her pants with sheer joy that she's in my blog and that I tell everyone about her, and she's probably super embarrassed, Love you Holly! I remember the names of people on the show. I think I have a true obsession with it. I however don't watch it as religiously as I should, as it's on OLN, and I only get a chance to watch it when the marathons are on. I always miss the new ones when they are on, the joys of working shift work. I love it, looooooovvvvveeeeee it. I could sit and watch the pranks the prey try and pull and Mantrakcer foil their tricks and shortcuts! My favorite it when they try and back talk and bad mouth him to his face, and by face, I mean like 20 yards away, and he just sits there like a stone, talking under his breathe to his sidekick. He's to good for bad mouthing, Terry is too good.

Fear Not gentle ladies and sirs! My chance to meet him is not over! I hear that he comes into my work often, this has just been the first time while I've been there! So stay tuned for my photo with Mantracker! It will be a hot item when if finally exists, people will ask for my autograph after they see me with Terry Grant in a photo.

Also, Mantracker, if you happen upon this blog randomly, I work at the Lammle's in Shawnessy in Calgary, ask for Nikki, they'll know what you're talking about ;)
Me and Mantracker's Signature on his cheque!

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Lover letter to no one

I know I'm missing out on the world. We were meant for this, built for this. How can I be given life without it, what am I doing wrong to miss these opportunities. I know I was put here for a reason and the things that happen are what make me who I am today. But, when is it my turn, when will love show itself to me. All I want is to feel the warmth, experience the ups and downs. I want your arms around me, your hand caressing mine. I want to hold you back, and tell you everything will be alright. I want lust, passion and true joy. We were all put on this earth to feel and love. I can feel it in my bones that I'm meant to love. I care about every individual who has been my friend. I care too much.
Is that is? Do I care too much? Am I pushing away the one for me by smothering? I give and I give and I receive nothing. I've put my feelings out there and been shot done. I've tried to communicate my feelings and been brushed off. What does it take for him to notice me, to see that we truly belong here, in this world, together. All I've ever wanted in life is for you to see, and love me back. I want love. Conditional, everlasting, don't care about anything else, as long as I have you. I just want you. Here. Tonight.