All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
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This is it. Day 14.
Way to go me!
I get bad reception in the shower. Radio-wise, smart ass.
Ever since M. hooked up the digital cable box to the tv in the bathroom (don't ask), my little radio has been acting all wonky.. bad static, regular stations won't tune in.
He doesn't hear anything different (and this from the man who slams on the brakes in the car to whisper suspiciously "Did you hear that? Something's not right with the whirring-spinning-cylindrical-gerbil-encapsulator-thingy! How can you not hear that??"). Dude, it's a motor.. they all sound the same to me. (Not that I'd ever say that - my dad would disown me a la Topol in "Fiddler on the Roof".. ripped clothes and all.) But still.. my husband hears the slightest change in sound frequency while travelling at 120km/h but can't hear that my radio now emits noise as garbled as a McDonald's drive-thru speaker?
Bah. I got my revenge this morning by hopping in the shower and singing my own made-up songs. Loudly. I really can't sing. Therefore, he really couldn't sleep. When I got out, he said he'd yelled for me to keep it down.
I said I couldn't hear him.
*smirk*
more later
It's 11:55pm and I'm back from the party, just slightly buzzed. I always sober up quickly once M. gets me away from the conversation, fire pit, music and beer.
It was a good time. This was the 29th birthday for a girl I haven't seen since we celebrated her 16th birthday. Her parents (divorced now) were good friends of ours in the past but of course, with the end of the marriage came the end of the friendship. Sad. But that is the way of things, yeah?
Anyway.. this girl (woman, dammit, she's a woman) is married and has a daughter of her own, just a year or so younger than my own.
It was a clash of history and future tonight. Over the open fire pit in her sister's backyard, I saw the same scene, though 14 years removed: camping with the parents, our friends.. getting drunk but knowing there would be some kick ass cowboy coffee to be had in the morning - a panacea for all night time revelries. Neither she nor her sister look any different to me and when one would grab a beer tonight, I'd have to bite my lip to keep from telling her she was still underaged. It was laughable.
Right before I left, my best mate L. was having a conversation about her own daughter, the same age as my son, 14. Talk turned to when we first hit the bars at the age of 18 and how in less than 4 years time, we'd have to hit them once again, if just to keep an eye on our 'kids'. It was a humuorous thought at the time.. now, looking through the pictures we took tonight and remembering so much of the past.. I'm not laughing so much.
I am ok with my son getting older. That is just the way of things. But me having to get older, too.... that's the kicker.
Instead of sitting here with my laptop, in my comfortable home, listening to the sound of teenagers playing XBox in the next room.. I feel like I should still be sitting out by that fire, drinking, laughing, singing along with the gang to good old Zeppelin.. worrying about nothing except what time the coffee will be ready in the morning.
And that's it, that's all.
14 days straight I rambled on senselessly here.
Thanks for stopping in and sorry to all the subscribers, having to put up with those notifications everyday. You're real troopers.
I'm going to stop for a bit. Just a break. Just until something interesting - or mildly amusing, to me, - occurs.
Later!
soundtrack: Guess Who - "American Woman"
Way to go me!
I get bad reception in the shower. Radio-wise, smart ass.
Ever since M. hooked up the digital cable box to the tv in the bathroom (don't ask), my little radio has been acting all wonky.. bad static, regular stations won't tune in.
He doesn't hear anything different (and this from the man who slams on the brakes in the car to whisper suspiciously "Did you hear that? Something's not right with the whirring-spinning-cylindrical-gerbil-encapsulator-thingy! How can you not hear that??"). Dude, it's a motor.. they all sound the same to me. (Not that I'd ever say that - my dad would disown me a la Topol in "Fiddler on the Roof".. ripped clothes and all.) But still.. my husband hears the slightest change in sound frequency while travelling at 120km/h but can't hear that my radio now emits noise as garbled as a McDonald's drive-thru speaker?
Bah. I got my revenge this morning by hopping in the shower and singing my own made-up songs. Loudly. I really can't sing. Therefore, he really couldn't sleep. When I got out, he said he'd yelled for me to keep it down.
I said I couldn't hear him.
*smirk*
more later
It's 11:55pm and I'm back from the party, just slightly buzzed. I always sober up quickly once M. gets me away from the conversation, fire pit, music and beer.
It was a good time. This was the 29th birthday for a girl I haven't seen since we celebrated her 16th birthday. Her parents (divorced now) were good friends of ours in the past but of course, with the end of the marriage came the end of the friendship. Sad. But that is the way of things, yeah?
Anyway.. this girl (woman, dammit, she's a woman) is married and has a daughter of her own, just a year or so younger than my own.
It was a clash of history and future tonight. Over the open fire pit in her sister's backyard, I saw the same scene, though 14 years removed: camping with the parents, our friends.. getting drunk but knowing there would be some kick ass cowboy coffee to be had in the morning - a panacea for all night time revelries. Neither she nor her sister look any different to me and when one would grab a beer tonight, I'd have to bite my lip to keep from telling her she was still underaged. It was laughable.
Right before I left, my best mate L. was having a conversation about her own daughter, the same age as my son, 14. Talk turned to when we first hit the bars at the age of 18 and how in less than 4 years time, we'd have to hit them once again, if just to keep an eye on our 'kids'. It was a humuorous thought at the time.. now, looking through the pictures we took tonight and remembering so much of the past.. I'm not laughing so much.
I am ok with my son getting older. That is just the way of things. But me having to get older, too.... that's the kicker.
Instead of sitting here with my laptop, in my comfortable home, listening to the sound of teenagers playing XBox in the next room.. I feel like I should still be sitting out by that fire, drinking, laughing, singing along with the gang to good old Zeppelin.. worrying about nothing except what time the coffee will be ready in the morning.
And that's it, that's all.
14 days straight I rambled on senselessly here.
Thanks for stopping in and sorry to all the subscribers, having to put up with those notifications everyday. You're real troopers.
I'm going to stop for a bit. Just a break. Just until something interesting - or mildly amusing, to me, - occurs.
Later!
soundtrack: Guess Who - "American Woman"
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