Flirting with normalcy
I must confess, 'normal' is a strictly relative term. In fact, there may be no such ideal as 'normal,' though I can refer to things 'normal' for me or 'normal' for you...and what is normal for me may be absurd to you, and vice versa... Ouch...my brain is starting to hurt in a not-quite-as-deep-as-the-Matrix sort of way...so, enough of that...
Still, I like things to be normal...by my own definition of the word. That's my way of saying 'crap-free.' No mood swings, no headaches, no crises, no emotional explosions, no rants, no self-imposed malfunctions, no sin (that one REALLY counts), no whining... Just life without crap. I don't mean perfect, by any means... I mean normal. Just crap-free...as often as possible.
Sure, there will always be things that disrupt normalcy...really good things like exceptional days or really bad things like tsunamis.
(thoughts getting derailed...must focus...where was I going with this?)
Ah. Normal. Today things went the way I LOVE to see them go. Not an "I won the lottery" exceptional day, but definitely not a "I hate my life/Decatur/anything Spongebob" sort of day, and that's a good thing. Free from crap. Thank God. Crap is bad. Crap makes me want to shoot things.
Today...church. Good. Firehouse Subs. Then off to Huntsville with J-mo and the Spooners. Best Buy, Circuit City, CompUSA, Tweeter, and...Linens N Things. Linens N Things? What a way to terminate any technolust that developed at the other stores. Circuit City had a 70-inch LCD projection HDTV. Wow. Big. $7000 BIG. Something fun to oogle over. Linens N Things had...Christmas clearance decorations. Wow. What a downer...
Wait, it would be had it not be for...the chair. An $850 chair and ottoman that massaged your back and legs. Wow. If I had that chair, a remote control, and access to e-mail and the internet, I'd never get up. And it reclined. Mmmm....comfy...
Tonight, J-mo and Eli came over and we cooked a lot of seafood. Shrimp and crab legs. Very good, but I hate the kitchen smelling like cooked crab for 2 days.
Anyway, here's to hoping this coming week will be 'normal,' though it promises to be a very busy week.
KEY PHRASES: "Oh, come on. Buy it." "She beat me with my own pickle."
Still, I like things to be normal...by my own definition of the word. That's my way of saying 'crap-free.' No mood swings, no headaches, no crises, no emotional explosions, no rants, no self-imposed malfunctions, no sin (that one REALLY counts), no whining... Just life without crap. I don't mean perfect, by any means... I mean normal. Just crap-free...as often as possible.
Sure, there will always be things that disrupt normalcy...really good things like exceptional days or really bad things like tsunamis.
(thoughts getting derailed...must focus...where was I going with this?)
Ah. Normal. Today things went the way I LOVE to see them go. Not an "I won the lottery" exceptional day, but definitely not a "I hate my life/Decatur/anything Spongebob" sort of day, and that's a good thing. Free from crap. Thank God. Crap is bad. Crap makes me want to shoot things.
Today...church. Good. Firehouse Subs. Then off to Huntsville with J-mo and the Spooners. Best Buy, Circuit City, CompUSA, Tweeter, and...Linens N Things. Linens N Things? What a way to terminate any technolust that developed at the other stores. Circuit City had a 70-inch LCD projection HDTV. Wow. Big. $7000 BIG. Something fun to oogle over. Linens N Things had...Christmas clearance decorations. Wow. What a downer...
Wait, it would be had it not be for...the chair. An $850 chair and ottoman that massaged your back and legs. Wow. If I had that chair, a remote control, and access to e-mail and the internet, I'd never get up. And it reclined. Mmmm....comfy...
Tonight, J-mo and Eli came over and we cooked a lot of seafood. Shrimp and crab legs. Very good, but I hate the kitchen smelling like cooked crab for 2 days.
Anyway, here's to hoping this coming week will be 'normal,' though it promises to be a very busy week.
KEY PHRASES: "Oh, come on. Buy it." "She beat me with my own pickle."
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