Friday, January 2, 2009

How Come You Ask So Many Questions?

How come when you drink chocolate milk you feel like you are 12 again?

How come when you pass a car that’s identical to yours, you feel a bond with that other driver?

How come a sandwich made by someone else always tastes better?

How come those great TV shows of the ‘80s really don’t seem that great when you watch them now?

How come meeting new people is a great way to make life interesting but is so hard to do?

How come once you have kids you stop seeing your friends?

How come kids are devilish one minute and angelic the next when nothing is observed to have really precipitated the cataclysmic change? (Thesaurus is working!)

How come TV watching became complicated?

How come when you are alone everyone else seems to have an abundance of fun stuff to do?

How come when you allow your kids to stay up late one night, the next day’s bad behavior makes the previous night’s fun completely not worth it?

How come you don’t truly appreciate someone until they are gone?

How come God’s master plan is not better revealed to Christians?

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Ba Bye 2008

"Hey 2008... Yeah, I’m talking to you. Why don’t you come a little closer so I can tell you a thing or two. What? You scared? You should be.

As far as years go... you sucked. Nothing you did was right. You just put in your time, and I sure didn’t see any effort. You just laid around waiting until the end of the month. Oh, you think working one extra day in February will get you some street cred? Think again. You were a punk and will always be a punk.

Some years, like your cousin 2001, didn’t have much of a choice but to go out crying after starting off pretty well. This year? What do you have to be proud of? A crappy election that’s not even over 2 months later, a couple of wars, floods, meltdowns in all the markets around the world, I lost half my retirement like everyone else, the governor in my fine state is an arrested loon, and um... oh yeah, my best friend in the whole world died.

You have nothing to be proud of. Don’t let the door hit you where the leap year shines.

Good riddance."

Monday, December 29, 2008

Routine Smootine

I know I have previously mentioned on my blog that I work best within a routine. I think most people do. Even those that seem to excel when their life’s a whirlwind would admit they are better within a routine.

How are you supposed to have a routine when your oldest wakes you at 4:30am screaming of a tummy ache only to puke 15 minutes later which wakes up your 20 mo old? And then again 30 minutes later after that while screaming "I HATE THIS" over and over and over? And then again 2 hours later after you have been giving her the "sure fire anti-hurl" home remedy?

Of course, I did bring this all on myself. Yesterday I went to the grave-side service of the mother of a close friend and ended up meeting my friend’s best bud. She was telling me that she had been up since 4:30am with her two puking kids. I said that I had been pretty lucky that my kids had been clear of that so far. There was no wood to knock on at the cemetery. I really wish there had been.