Regular Randomness

I’m contemplating penning an autobiography. I don’t have any intentions of getting it published anywhere other than my local kinkos with a spiral binding, but I figure ‘why not’? Its something I would cherish had my grandparents left something like that behind.

I’ve got a twitch. An eye twitch to be more specific. Its driving me crazy. I googled my condition, and discovered it to be a fatigue and stress. I don’t feel overly tired *yawn*. Stress? Is that what they call all of this? I thought it was just life with a case of ‘responsibilities’.

A few weeks ago -it was March 6th to be exact, a fellow blogger told me that I was “witty and charming”. I have never been given that title. I like it. It made me feel good. She offered up these kind words via an email. I have kept that email in my inbox. Lame. I know. But her kindness made me feel good.

I played hookie (with permission of course) from work and spent the afternoon at the bowling alley with my boys. It’s the first time my better half and I have been bowling together in the 13 years we have been together. The first time I have bowled in at least 15 years. The joy in my youngest eyes as he watched that 6lb ball travel down the lane is permanently etched in to my minds eye. The joy I felt inside, watching him was like nothing else I have ever experienced. At that moment, I was happy and completely content with the world.

I recently received a bruise to my ego. I bruise easily, and the person that did it is brass. That fact doesn’t make it hurt any less. In fact, I was recounting the ‘witty and charming’ email. My warm fuzzies over the compliment was met with “you’ve got that person fooled…you better put that up for a poll’. Ouch!

I spent a recent breezy Saturday at the Zoo with my boys. My little guys walked the entire park like champs. Their little legs keeping pace, earning an extra mile for every mile I put on my own feet. Man, I love those little boys of mine.