Watched two kids playing in the Quad tonight and realized that life is just arbitrary rules that people make up and then try to see how many others will follow.
Archive for April, 2008
‘So, there I was . . . just relaxing in front of the T.V. and then the kids yelled, “Hey Dad, come see the kittens.”
Went to a “Three’s Company” party on Saturday night. Didn’t have a chance to get dressed up in a seventies outfit, so I went with all black with tv-sized cleavage. Best I could do.
Was walking through the apartment complex when a group of striped shirt guys saw me in the distance. They yelled out for me to bring my bottle of champagne to their place instead. I laughed and walked up the stairs.
While waiting for the door to open, the elevator dinged, and out walked the striped shirt group. Come to find out, I was going to their party.
Story starts out great, but I’m afraid it doesn’t get more interesting from there. Had some red bull and vodka with them. Realized I’d already met two of the three.
The party was a lot of fun. Met a bunch of new people and had a great time.
The eggs hatched and the peeps grew quickly before I even noticed they were there. But Penelope was never out of the nest when I was home. Yesterday was the first day. I thought maybe she’d been kicked out and some other birds took her place. Now I just have to wait for them to move out so that I can water my plant again. I’m keeping the screen door shut in case they try to learn to fly and land on the floor. Although, I suspect if that happens, the screen door isn’t going to keep any of my pets inside.
Thinking more about this, do you ever have one of those days where you learn something about yourself that you just don’t like? A quality you wish you didn’t have?
Today is one of those days. And no, I’m not going to tell you what it is. I’m sure you can all think of a quality about me you don’t like. And probably one of yourself as well. We all have them. No need for me to enumerate mine.
Sometimes I do think about going to confession. But I don’t need someone else to tell me that I’ve had bad thoughts. And counting beads isn’t really going to stop me from having them.
Maybe running will help.