Saturday, November 17, 2012

Always Another Mountain

Just when it seems I've taken 3 steps forward I'm forced to take 4 steps back. But being the eternal optimist I am, I'm glad to only be setback 1 step- it could be a lot worse. It's times like this I sort of feel like Job; he lost everything in a relatively short time span- livestock, kids, etc. But by remaining faithful he was able to gain it all back times 2.

I haven't lost everything but this week has definitely been a rough patch, just when things were looking up. However, my head remains towards the sky because after the darkness the sun comes out... Right?

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


Today my sister could have been killed. Sounds grim, I know. Strange thing? Last week I could have been killed. Though the extent of her collision ranked about a 7 to my 5, the fact remains the same that both of our tickets could have been punched way too early in this life.

In my case, I was lured into a game of pool by a male decoy while someone took 4/5 lug nuts off of my front tire then shoved a 3 Musketeer into my fuel tank (I knew I hated those things for a reason). Well, as you can imagine I didn't get far with that many missing lug nuts yet I was still able to drive my car out onto the feeder road of a busy highway. Just before I was due to get on the highway a little voice told me to pull my hoopty over and as I did, my tire bolted off of my bucket of bolts and took off down the highway without me. Seconds later, my sister (same one mentioned earlier) was out of the car and chasing down the tire like it was no tomorrow. Good thing too, cause I neither had the energy or stamina.

Well, that was last week and I considered it water under the bridge until I was told my sister nearly totaled her car trying to avoid a collision. My thoughts? It might have been a lot cheaper to just let the bastard hit her. She bounced back and forth on the guard rail like a tennis ball. Luckily, my nephew was not in the vehicle, and she was able to walk away from this a little more than shaken up but a lot less than banged up.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Why I've Developed Insomnia

You'd be surprised at the things you'd hear if you ever slept over at my house. My mother snores like a wild banshee, I grind my own teeth to make my bread and my brother talks in his sleep- but not just any ole' talking, sure you've seen people who talk in their sleep before; they break out in random outburst- but not my brother. Not only does he have random outburst in the middle of the night that could wake you from a cold dead sleep, but he will also get out of the bed and throw punches at the air.

Tonight he warned his dream assailant not to touch the ketchup then proceed to get him with an uppercut. This only leads me to wonder to myself why I'd never known it got so real when it came down to my brother and his ketchup? Either way, consider his Christmas present signed, sealed and delivered.

I wished they'd create a dream machine, something that could allow someone to travel into someone else's sub-conscience and poke around like you owned the place. But then again, that may produce a Freddy Kruger effect- well, at least people wouldn't have to worry about Zombies anymore... Or would they?