lydia helen ~I was at work this morning passing the time in quiet when Lydia walked in the store. She and I have been friends, aquaintences, really, since we are but co-workers. ~In any case, she walked in, but was not working, and she glided prettily toward me, smiled sweetly and asked, "How's it going?" ~I smiled back, naturally, and replied with a tone barely recognizable lying beneath the surface, "Pretty good." ~She raised her eyebrows haughtily, lifted her head to the side quickly in an upward nod, rolled her eyes to that side of her head, and in a tone filled with ice, muttered, "Sweet," as she passed me and walked away. ~It upsets me, really, to know that just because I am now dating Jerry, the man she dumped a few months ago, she can hate me. I had no problem being her friend when she was dating him. ~What gets me is that she is the one who dumped him. She dumped him, not the other way around. So you would think, perhaps, that she would not have such problems with him moving on in his life without her. ~Apparently that's not the case. But, this does reassure me that something noticable must be happening with Jerry and I. Otherwise, how would she know to be jealous? ~Thank you so much, dear. I shall take it as a compliment. 000105 ... lokkust Hardcore Lunch 000215 ... Effingham Fish She has eyes that folks adore. 011206 ... ClairE My mother's friend. She was even tougher than my mom. I miss her. 011206 ... sabbie Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia? Lydia The Tattooed Lady. She has eyes that folks adore so, and a torso even more so. Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia. Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo. On her back is The Battle of Waterloo. Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too. And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue. You can learn a lot from Lydia! La-la-la...la-la-la. La-la-la...la-la-la. When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world, if you step up and tell her where. For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree, or Washington crossing The Delaware. La-la-la...la-la-la. La-la-la...la-la-la. Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia? Lydia The Tattooed Lady. When her muscles start relaxin', up the hill comes Andrew Jackson. Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia. Oh Lydia The Queen of them all. For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz, with a view of Niagara that nobody has. And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz. You can learn a lot from Lydia! La-la-la...la-la-la. La-la-la...la-la-la. Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso. Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso. Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon. Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on. La-la-la...la-la-la. La-la-la...la-la-la. Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' The Trilon. Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on. Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba. Here's her social security numba. La-la-la...la-la-la. La-la-la...la-la-la. Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia. Oh Lydia The Champ of them all. She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet. The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat. And now the old boy's in command of the fleet, for he went and married Lydia! I said Lydia... (He said Lydia...) They said Lydia... We said Lydia, la, la! 031130 ... lydia i am lydia 040502 ... sleeve A good friend of mine. She has strange problems, I don't know how to help her. 040503 what's it to you? who go blather from