Inspired by life's ebb and flow...

When faced with difficult decisions, is it ok to wing it?  Who’s to say that pulling a resolution out of your ass isn’t the best way to handle a situation?  I mean, when you think about this, that, and the other, you must understand that they share the majority of pros and cons, however, each has its little quirks and benefits that you must sort through before making a choice.  If you were to select “this”, you may end up laughing for a while but you will most likely cry later on.  By selecting “that,” your personal safety may be jeopardized but the adrenaline rush will be pretty sweet.  Then there is the option that you will most likely choose… “The other” This one is most logical in that it carries no chance of personal harm and allows for a good time to be had by all.  However, you will near assuredly look like a jackass at some point and you may or may not pass out naked in a corner, head spinning with hallucinations of clowns wearing thongs and tutus.  Choose your fate.  Time is money, man.  Daisy or Maisy?    

Happy cleans the electric oven day!! 
 
Go to sleep little boy.  You have a big day ahead tomorrow.  Tomorrow you will come to the realization that your future is comparable to hammered dog shit.  Youll give up all hope and stick your head in your oven but then remember that it is electric.  Youll also see that your oven is dirty as all get-out.  “wow… turns out, this is all that is wrong with my life” youll think, as you get the oven degreaser and spend the rest of the day shining it up.  With each stroke of the cleaning brush, one more of the questions of life that plague you will be answered.  Before you get too excited though, Skippy, remember when you made that baked potato last week and it tasted like pepperoni pizza?  How about the first week you moved in and your fish sticks tasted like filet minion.  Well, kiss it goodbye, genius, as cleaning your oven makes everything taste how its supposed to. This will upset you and youll huff the oven cleaner, thus killing vital brain cells and leading you to pass out and hit your head on the counter.  Too bad you broke the freezer as youre going to really want that ice for your massive headache.  So go to sleep, my child… tomorrow is going to be HUGE.

Happy cleans the electric oven day!! 

Is there such thing as "forever?" If so, is it mortally possible to have a concept of what that is exactly? We have all used the word, sometimes in hyperbole and other times to describe how permanent we will feel something really is. However, in most cases, thinking something is eternal is a great way to set yourself up for disappointment and lingering pain. To fully understand what we are talking about here, lets examine it a little deeper. You know how when you’re seventeen years old and you fall in love for the first time how you think that somehow you’ve found the girl you’re going to marry? Over the next several years, yall will throw around promises that will later turn out to be empty or one-sided, and leave you wondering what it was all for. First they will be simple things like "I'll never forget the way you make me feel." Then they escalate into "I'll always love you." Next thing you know you’re sharing the "I'll be with you forever" and then after the break up that destroys everything you’ve ever believed, the ever-popular "Best friends forever." Yeah, right... best friends forever with the only girl you’ve ever been in love with, who is getting married and cant understand why you don’t want to be around her and her fiancé all the time. She has no comprehension of the idea that you would still like to know her and be friends with her and bring her soup when she has the sniffles and tell her everything is going to be ok when the world seems like its out to get her. But no... thats all in the past now and all you can do is distract yourself with other things so you’ll quit thinking of this life as an alternate reality and realize that most people's promises are worthless and that nothing, and I mean absolutely, positively nothing, lasts forever.

Happy bday Brad Dow! (the 5 star general)

Do you know you make me tremble? Are you at all aware of how awesome it feels when my heart skips a beat in your presence? Is it wrong that I have retained everything you’ve ever said to me in a special file folder in my mind, labeled “her.” If it is ok, then it must be alright that I had a dream that I built a ladder, using your words as rungs and then climbed it to your flourishing lips, where I stood, tranquil, looking contently into your eyes. Then you held me up in your palm and we kissed for forty-one minutes. Speaking of, do you mind if I let out a tired sigh in about forty-one minutes when your name randomly pops into my mind? Most importantly though, will it be ok if I adore you secretly for just a little while longer before deciding to let you shatter me to pieces with logical reasons of why this cant possibly work? Then again, if you’re not sure why it cant then I’ll pick you up around 8… Ill pick you up around 8.