Ok...it's time to start Blogging again. It is time to get back into that wonderfully pretentious habit that many of us know and love so much. I call it pretentious because what makes me think that anyone gives a damn about what I have to say about anything?? Why is my voice that important that someone wants to spend time out of his/her day to read what I have to say??
And then I answer that question by saying "Actually...I don't give a damn! This is MY personal therapy." So, I invite anyone who chooses to read my musings to enjoy yourself along the journey into the inner me. Trust me, it's a scary, dangerous place, but it's a place that features a lot of deep thoughts, opinions, emotions, and occasionally some really funny stuff. (Not nearly as funny as the things in Rick Younger's life, found at rickyounger.blogspot.com, but he's a damn professional!)
Today's blog is a brief message about how you need to get back on the horse of life, after it has thrown you. Let me explain: those of you close to me, know that my father in law just passed away after a very quick battle with diabetes. A battle which saw him have both feet amputated just a month before his passing. Well, my wife shared an incident with me today, that initially got me in trouble for laughing, but once I pleaded my case, she understood why I HAD to laugh.
She told me about how her mother was choosing an outfit for my father in law to be buried in, and how she was asked for her opinion. She looked over what her mother had chosen: Nice suit, shirt, tie, accessories...and then she looked over the ensemble and said "Ma, you forgot his socks!" At that point in the story, I kinda lost it, and began laughing. She finally realized...a moment like that can make you laugh or cry, and at this moment, I'm about cried out for a lil while.
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