I just had to admit the silent disgust sitting in the side of my thoughts as I think of some of the greatest disapointments in my life. Most of the time, I am part of that 'D' word, disapointment. About a quarter usually belongs to inevitable stupid immaturity playing out in an adult world. And the rest belongs to dumb-ass men. For the men folk that do not read this blog, deal with the criticism. For the rest of you, enjoy a good laugh because no men read this blog. Infact, I don't think anybody reads this blog. For that reason, I laugh more and prepare to share a few more random thoughts.
As I walked Sundae around our new neighborhood, I looked to the bright blue skies dabbled with a few drifting clouds. I felt a warm breeze wisp under my toes toward my back, and began to recall one of my favorite summertime activities: tubing on the Rainbow River. As a child and young teen, my sister, mom, and I would rent old tire inner-tubes and go tubing down the crystal clear spring fed river. It was such a great time to laugh at each other as we got into the freezing water or tried to escape oncoming thunderstorms. We let all our inner teen angst, family feuds, and chores drift behind us as we rolled over the cool blue waters. Those are good memories tucked in every summer breeze rolling by my back.
My last thought entangles around my tired mind like old Nintindo chords. And I am describing old school Nintindo. The kind that accompanied the best games like Duck Hunt and the original Mario Bros.. As Alicia, Bessie, Amy, and I played the greatest video game, Mario Bros., I began to giggle like I was six again. Crazy how some simple old school techno music, walking mushrooms, and fire-ball-power will make you relive a lost childhood.
Now, I am laughing and reminded that men are worth the effort. Sometimes, I just need a couple old memories to trump an intitial opinion before I attempt to make a foolish feeling a fact.
God's Peace and Love to all Men and Women. Goodnight.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
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