Glimpse of my internal monologue
Those who drive in the right lane should be forced to turn if and when they reach a red light. If they don't, their driver's licenses should be suspended for a minimum of 6 months. No, I'm not overreacting.
I am convinced that God somehow let a little bit of Heaven slip in when he was creating Texas, and days like today are proof. Days when you look around and realize that there is no plausible way to finish the statement "if only..." Not "if only it was 5 degrees warmer/cooler" because the temperature is perfect. Not "if only there were"...no wait a minute, there aren't any clouds in the crystal blue sky. The perfect breeze, the perfect green to the trees and grass, the perfect amount of brightness from the sunshine -- it is a momentary glimpse at perfection. Maybe that's why He (God) had to make summer around here so close to hell -- to balance it all out...
Madeline Peyroux has a voice that is like being surrounded by the taste of a steaming hot cup of whole milk and Godiva hot chocolate from Starbucks. (Don't believe me -- give her a listen: http://www.madeleinepeyroux.org/)
In a face to face conversation, as you listen to a story, you mutter various platitudes that convince the speaker you are listening -- "mmmhmmm.." "really?" "Oh." "I see." "right -- right..." "makes sense..." etc. So in an online conversation, are you required to type out all of those platitudes to prove that you're listening to what you read? Or is simply thinking them in your head as you read enough?
While "I love the Eighties..." as much as the next guy, and I am eternally grateful to whoever the wise woman was who brought back long T-shirts to cover my child bearing hips and save me from the torture of staring at teenage belly rings poking out from under crop-tops, I'm about ready to light fire to the next bluejean-miniskirt-over-black-leggings who-do-you-think-you-are I see flaunting the face of "What Not to Wear."
I wonder if I am anyone's "if only." I would assume that we all have them -- those "if only" people that you find yourself wondering about when you're still half asleep on a rainy Sunday morning, and wondering how your life would be different "if only" you'd been able to stay together. I wonder if I'm that person for anyone out there...if I'm "the one that got away." I hope so...there's something so romantic and hopeful and melancholy in the idea.
There are few things in life more calming that a steaming cup of Earl Grey Tea....until you sip said steaming cup and burn the dickens out of the roof of your mouth, thereby ensuring that you will not taste another thing for a week. That's a little bit less calming.
All children who for some life reason must move back into their parents houses should immediately be issued a 2 head DVR, simply because there is no physical way for 3 generations to share one TV.
Someone should research the endorphins realeased by curling up inside of a feather down comforter on the first cool night of the year. I am sure there is something illegal involved.
Thanks for visiting my corner of insanity...stop back later for more!
Dream
I am convinced that God somehow let a little bit of Heaven slip in when he was creating Texas, and days like today are proof. Days when you look around and realize that there is no plausible way to finish the statement "if only..." Not "if only it was 5 degrees warmer/cooler" because the temperature is perfect. Not "if only there were"...no wait a minute, there aren't any clouds in the crystal blue sky. The perfect breeze, the perfect green to the trees and grass, the perfect amount of brightness from the sunshine -- it is a momentary glimpse at perfection. Maybe that's why He (God) had to make summer around here so close to hell -- to balance it all out...
Madeline Peyroux has a voice that is like being surrounded by the taste of a steaming hot cup of whole milk and Godiva hot chocolate from Starbucks. (Don't believe me -- give her a listen: http://www.madeleinepeyroux.org/)
In a face to face conversation, as you listen to a story, you mutter various platitudes that convince the speaker you are listening -- "mmmhmmm.." "really?" "Oh." "I see." "right -- right..." "makes sense..." etc. So in an online conversation, are you required to type out all of those platitudes to prove that you're listening to what you read? Or is simply thinking them in your head as you read enough?
While "I love the Eighties..." as much as the next guy, and I am eternally grateful to whoever the wise woman was who brought back long T-shirts to cover my child bearing hips and save me from the torture of staring at teenage belly rings poking out from under crop-tops, I'm about ready to light fire to the next bluejean-miniskirt-over-black-leggings who-do-you-think-you-are I see flaunting the face of "What Not to Wear."
I wonder if I am anyone's "if only." I would assume that we all have them -- those "if only" people that you find yourself wondering about when you're still half asleep on a rainy Sunday morning, and wondering how your life would be different "if only" you'd been able to stay together. I wonder if I'm that person for anyone out there...if I'm "the one that got away." I hope so...there's something so romantic and hopeful and melancholy in the idea.
There are few things in life more calming that a steaming cup of Earl Grey Tea....until you sip said steaming cup and burn the dickens out of the roof of your mouth, thereby ensuring that you will not taste another thing for a week. That's a little bit less calming.
All children who for some life reason must move back into their parents houses should immediately be issued a 2 head DVR, simply because there is no physical way for 3 generations to share one TV.
Someone should research the endorphins realeased by curling up inside of a feather down comforter on the first cool night of the year. I am sure there is something illegal involved.
Thanks for visiting my corner of insanity...stop back later for more!
Dream