I cannot imagine anything that could top this Friday night fun I am having. My best little buddy and I just ate green cupcakes with chocolate frosting. Now we are cuddled up with Capt. Roger Wilco (a build a bear) and Elizabeth (a naughty dog), watching a very exciting film, "Mr. Peabody and Sherman". It is a new favorite.
I hope you have a wonderful Friday night with someone you love too.
This morning I received a text message that said this:
" Good morning! 'I noticed you're slipping a little on your writing, missing a day here and there.' - Your Conscience "
Tis true. I have been slipping. I have no excuse. I haven't done my taxes yet. No excuse for that procrastination either. To make it up to you, I want you to watch this cool video that I filmed at the Jason Mraz show last Tuesday Night! Inspired by a trip to Antarctica: http://youtu.be/zWHqyGEpMq4
I do not understand how two people share the same experience, yet walk away with completely different perceptions.
I guess this is why my professional life now includes a prescribed course of "Emotional Intelligence" training.
All day I have been writing the date with February instead of March. I blame daylight savings time.
My two year old nephew went up to a little boy crying at day care and said, "It's okay, buddy. Come on I'm gonna fu#k you up." To which my sister turned back around and yelled "Funk... Funk... Uptown Funk" The other adults were smiling and laughing. Nephew smiled and started dancing next to the little boy to cheer him up. Thank you, Bruno Mars.
I need to file my taxes. Maybe I will do that on Wednesday. Tomorrow, I get to go to the Jason Mraz show at the Orpheum. Looking forward to the evening.
Almost bedtime... More shenanigans will occur tomorrow.
Last night was a poor sleep night. It made me cranky.
How in the world did I survive decades without adequate sleep?
I read two interesting articles today. One was about using Modified T Cell therapy to cure leukemia and the other was about doctors using the measles virus to eradicate cancerous tumors.
Therein lies the answer to all those people who ask how a loving God would choose to allow diseases like measles, small pox, rabies, and HIV inhabit the earth. Every living organism has its own purpose. No one life will destroy all others.
Evolution truly is a miraculous process. Darwin may have received some divine intervention.
In two days, the twins will be 17. Where has the time gone? Sometimes it feels like No time has passed since I was 17. I can close my eyes right now and imagine with HD clarity, me sitting on the couch with David Kennedy at my 17th birthday party.
On that day, I was so sure of my life path. I was going to change the world. Achieving greatness was my destiny. Funny creatures, we humans. I am not where I thought I'd be. I'm not doing anything I thought I'd be doing.
I look at my life and I see so many mistakes and so many lessons learned. I see joy and love and hidden gems not yet revealed. I have read thousands of books and written tens of thousands of words. I have wiped away an ocean of tears and laughed until I couldn't breathe.
As the twins turn 17, I fervently hope that they make great strides to achieve whatever goals they set for themselves and still embrace whatever life throws at them unexpectedly.
Sometimes the unexpected moments are the best ones.
Where does the time go?
The one issue I have with my new sleep success is that I don't Have nearly as many hours in the day to get things done.
I need to modify my schedule . . .
The adventures of Rick and the gang trumped me writing anything of substance tonight. If my bedtime could be later on Sundays, you could have had something better to read than this.
I'm thinking of taking a road trip soon. I cannot take another month without seeing the twins, my DBFF, my bestie SWU, & the rest of my Texas family. If anyone is interested in having a house guest, let me know.
Fun times are ahead.
