In a shocking development today, Trot actually took a nap longer than your average coffee break, Rakes stayed in the toy room watching "Prince Caspian" or "Saw V" (I'm not really sure which one, but he was quiet and subdued and sometimes that's about all you can ask for) and I actually had time to think and watch "Gran Torino" on the computer.Yes, I watched it on the computer. And no, I'm not saying how; I've spent the last 4 hours peeking through the mini-blinds waiting for a 4 door coup to come screeching into my driveway while 6 guys wearing matching Brooks Brothers suits and RayBans proceed to bang on my front door.
Anyways, I came to the realization I spent the first 28 years of my life wishing time would hurry up and the last 10 wishing it would freaking slow down. Yesterday I brought Ciera home from the hospital and today she's 10 going on 30 and I'm a year and a half away from 40 years old.
I spent the first 34 years of my life wondering if the Red Sox would ever win a World Series while I had enough marbles left to remember it to wondering if they could go back to back last fall.
I'd always dreamed of going to Fenway, and not only did I get to go, but I got to go to 4 games in one season, including a playoff game. And I'm going back AGAIN in May.
20 years ago I was a dumb kid with no idea I'd be meeting the love of my life in a few months (even if neither one of us would realize it) and would one day have 3 kids, a mortgage, the beginnings of a bleeding ulcer and more gray hair than I care to admit to.
The point of all this? I have no idea. I watched a movie and all these thoughts just sort of started ping ponging around my head; I guess if I wanted to really try and figure it out I'd go see a head doctor tomorrow and see what they tell me.
Problem with that is, by the time tomorrow gets around to showing up I'll have dealt with about 300 new conflicts, wondered for the 1,549th time whether Tek is coming back next year, and will have said something that causes Angie to throw a frying pan at me by 8 a.m. So I figure I'll just let it go and hope for the best.
I just hope one day when I'm pushing 80 years old I'll have the opportunity to utter the following sentence:
"Get off of my lawn."
A little over 2 weeks until pitchers and catchers report.
I just may make it.
17 comments:
See!!! You CAN do it!
And they weren't showing up at your door...until you blogged about it! I think I heard Al Gore talking about you a few minutes ago.
It goes too fast, bro. WAY too fast.
SAW V!!???!!!
GOOD LORD, don't let the lil nipper watch that!!!!a
So now your a video pirate, eh?
ok...spill the beans, Mister. Ive been bored to tears here without a freaking tv....I need something to do!!!!!!!!!! SPILL
Mattie, honest to God I've been freaking out all afternoon. And fast doesn't BEGIN to cover it.
Marc, I'm not the pirate. I'm just benefiting from one is all. ;)
Tex, If I tell you then you are an accessory. You have a govt job, therefore you may be one of them. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. ;)
Well, if you're freaking out from that, do NOT go see the Curious Case of Benjamin Pitt...er...Button.
That messed ME up!
Ang watched it the other day; it didn't look like anything I'd want to watch. I did watch "Casino Royale" on Showtime this morning. I'm digging the new Bond.
I dont work for the gov't anymore. Its a private correctional company. we're trying to get by cost efficiently....S P I L L
Tex, check your email.
And that message will self destruct in 5 seconds so read fast.
you would never make it in espionage.
Im just sayin
Hey, if Chevy Chase could do it I can.
::rolls eyes:: THAT was in a movie.
how did you even make it to 40???
my word is: horytork???? where do they find these words??
Ciera's been in the hospital?
PVs from down under. Hope she's OK.
Some people watched a version of that movie a couple of days after returning from their Christmas vacation. But were bright enough not to blog about it!
If I cared about my moth-eaten, rented lawn I'd be uttering that immortal phrase already.
::rolls eyes back at Tex::
And I have no idea how I made it to 40.
John, Ciera has NOT been in the hospital; I'm trying to figure out where I led you to believe that, but for now I'm drawing a blank.
Figured it out, John. I wrote about it being yesterday when I brought Ciera home; it SEEMED like yesterday is what I should have written.
//Yesterday I brought Ciera home from the hospital and today she's 10 going on 30//
My bad, as you guys say. I read this literally!
And I owe you a Coke!
Not a problem, John. In your defense, the idea one of my kids had to go to the hospital isn't that hard to imagine.
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