Interruption

Do you ever feel like everyday life is interfering with what is going on in your head, with what you really want to spend your time doing. I'm sure there's some kind of statistic out there that shows I'm not the only one out there who would prefer to be doing something else with his life. Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate my job, I love my family and my friends; God has blessed me with a wonderful life. That fact I will firmly attest to.

I don't know, this morning when I woke up and on my way to work I was feeling very resentful at life for getting in the way of my thoughts. I can be lazy at times, another fault I will own up to, but I was just in one of those modes when I got out of bed to sit and think. To ponder life and the universe, sure I guess, maybe on a smaller scale. At most times of the day I have all thses ideas buzzing about upstairs and I feel like I don't have time to get them all out on paper or produced in some sort of project or something....Well this is frustrating....One of the first times I come here with a focused idea about what I want to write, and now it wont seem to come out the way I want. Suffice is to say I didn't necessarily wake up on the wrong side of the bed, but I did wake up frustrated I had to make the hour commute to work instead of making my way down to the cave to paint. Maybe it was the fact I woke up motivated to be productive, just not in what I was scheduled to be productive in.

ok so since the above idea didn't quite come across the way I wanted I will proceed onto random things that have accured to me or crossed my mind lately.

Last night:
I ran into a friend, he dresses in all the latest fashions ( he has been home a week and both times I've seen him he has been wearing abercrombie, a coincidence I sure hope so). Continuing on, last night his abercrombie was this really , and I mean really pink shirt with small green and white strips, but most dominantly pink. I said commented on the shirt saying, " Man that was an incredibly pink shirt!" He responded with a friendly "Thanks!" Now this comment I made was more of an observation as opposed to either compliment or insult (though I must say I can not pull off a pink shirt, nor would I want to). I was just very confused....One guy to the other saying "that's a really pink shirt" I wouldn't thingk would first off be taken as a compliment, yet that's how he took it....I can't...Never mind I'm just going to get myself in trouble here. To sum up he obviously thought very highly of his incredibly pink shirt.

Last time it rained(sometime last week, maybe friday?):
I love the smell of rain, its one of those indescribable things in life that just gets you every time. I walked out from work, and it had rained for a portion of the day while continuing to drizzle for the better part of the evening. It smelled wonderful. Those distinct smells that you remember from childhood and continue to follow you throughout your life.
I've heard it said that the sense of smell is most strongly connected with memory. In that I would have to agree. When I worked in town, the local coffeeshop would always be roasting their coffee in the morning. It smelled distinctly (at least to me) of burnt toaster waffles. That is one of those odd random smells in my case that just drops me right back in my childhood. I loved toaster waffles as a kid, you didn't have to mix any batter it only took a total of like 4 min to make, and to my mothers relief made little mess, that and the fact I could make my own breakfast. Anyways I would inevitably burn toaster waffles at least once a week, especially getting the hang of our ancient toaster which had been around since well before I was born...As all machinery does at that age it had its quirks. I had to flip the waffles half way through to get an even crispyness....Otherwise they would burn on one side, hence my severe familiarity with the smell. Anywho, back to rain, love it, its great, I cant describe it to you, though unless you live in like the Sudan or Mojave deserts, I shouldn't have to as you are all aware of what I'm talking about. Now the whole toaster waffle thing, that may take a trip to your local supermarket and a foray into intentional burning to get an idea of what I'm talking about with the waffles.


Mother's Day Brunch:
So my dad and sis are on a missions trip to the Ukraine so I being the dutiful son I am took my mom out for a nice brunch at a local restaurant/hotel. It was an excellent meal. They even had eggs benedict, one of my moms favorites, which is the point of this small rambling. Now towards the end of our meal a mom with two kids of probably 10 years and 13 years of age sat down behind my mother. As they new family progressed through their meal their mom went to the rest room. Now this is a fancy place and I don't think these kids were necessarily used to it, as when I glanced over to the table of just the 2 kids just sitting there the older boy was trying to eat his eggs benedict by hand. The most absurd thing I saw that day. I wanted to tell him that just because it comes on an English muffin does not mean it is meant to be eaten by hand. The sauce and eggs were running all over this poor kids arm. I unfortunately missed the mother's reaction as our bill came and we left, maybe its something you had to be there to see but it made my mom and I crack up to no end...Maybe it was all the sugar from the multiple pecan rolls this restaurant is famous for.

well that seems to be a long enough ranting for you to peruse, that and I have to get back to redesigning a company catalog.

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