Did I ever tell you my Mom called me “Charlie Brown” a lot when I was younger? Heck, she still does on occasion. I don’t mind it so much, but I’ve had a tendency to live Chuck’s life just a bit too much. “Good Ole Charlie Brown” - that would not be me.
I find several Charlie Brown patterns in my life that do repeat though. I almost *always* have a current “little redheaded girl” and darn it if Lucy (my loving Sister) doesn’t continually rip the football out from under me at the last second. Oh how she still delights in that! 
I’m 31 years old. Man, that hurts to type. I’m 31 years old and I’m crushing on someone at work. I’ve got my very own little redheaded girl and I’d give anything to get a valentine from her. I am a freaking broken record with this stuff. I think the title of this post should be “Good Grief Charlie Brown!”
Haven’t you had to read this enough? Does it change the fact I’ve got a crush though? Am I too bloody old to have a “crush” on someone? It’s funny, but she makes me happy just by waving “Hello” to me. I giggle when she sends funny emails. I can’t wait to read her comments on Lost. Somebody explain to me why I haven’t asked her out yet. I can’t even tell you. Is it fear? Apathy? Laziness? What is the big deal with LUNCH?
Maybe the Doctor is In. Maybe I should go give her a nickel. She’d probably just convince me to try and kick the football again though…if only Elwood were as wise as Snoopy….
