Lazy Morning - 42
Date:
2007-05-31, 1:44PM EDT
It's only 11:00 o'clock and already I'm ready for bed *laughs* ah, the
joys of parenting and crazy relationships *shrugs*
So, right off the bat let me remind you that this is the third one of
these... the other two are Lazy Hello and Lazy Afternoon which may or
may not still be kicking around on craigslist.
I have these archived on my website, if you are interested or just
can't wait for the next installment, drop me a line and I'll send you
the link.
Tons o' stuff on the site, including a few pics here and there,
which I gather is important to some people... I notice that a lot of
folks here post pics and/or stats. I don't put much faith into those
things myself *shrugs* For instance, my daughter (she's three now)
photographs Really Well. Sure, she's a cutie in real life, but, well,
I'm standing there, I take the picture, I look at her with my eyeballs
in real life, Cute As A Button. I upload the picture to the computer,
Take Your Breath Away Stunning. Everybody is like that. Some folks
photograph well, others don't, ya know? A less than stellar photograph
could be a drop dead gorgeous person, and that oh so sexy picture could
just be make up and lighting...
Same with the stats. This is me: Caucasian, Male, 5'10", 150lbs,
Blue eyes, I keep my facial and head hair cut to about 1/4 inch in
length, color would be salt and pepper I guess, (I've been going bald
and gray since I was 20) Those are the basic stats, right? Height,
weight, eye color, hair color, skin color...
I see pretty generic stats when I look at those... in fact they are
So generic that twice in my life while walking down the street minding
my own business I had a fleet of cop cars converge on me, a buncha boys
in blue jump out, draw their guns and shout "FREEZE!" just like in the
movies *rolls eyes* The one time they detained me for bit, we all
chatted for a while and got to calm down a little before going on our
merry way. But the other time, right after they (literally) scared the
crap outta me, they got a blurb on their radio saying 'suspect seen at
such and such' and that was that, they hopped back in their cars and
drove off in a cloud of dust without so much as a "Sorry" mmph. The
freeks.
Want some more stats? I got a scar on my left thumb I gave myself
with a bow saw. There's a scar on my left pointer finger I gave myself
with a sledge hammer. There's a small scar on the right side of my
belly (flanks) where some bozo tried to stab me oh so many years ago
now. The middle toe on my right foot is longer than the middle toe on
my left foot. I got in a fight with a forklift some years ago and now
have a knee that likes to think it can predict the weather (but it
doesn't do a very good job of it) and I got a little dick (I'm just
glad the thing works *shrugs*)
You don't find that kind of stuff on your drivers license and I
find those sorts of stats to be much more telling about a person than
their height and weight, ya know?
As far as the "I'm smart, I'm witty, I'm funny, I Am A God" crap *rolls
eyes* that ain't for me to say, that's Your job.
And now it's afternoon... there's been laundry, there's been lunch,
there was a bit of a misunderstanding over which dvd to put into the
machine... and a little typing here and there... later will be a trip
to the store, a trip to the park, folding clothes, making beds, dinner,
more misunderstandings over which dvd to put into the machine...
*sighs* It's fun and all, and I Love my daughter with all my heart,
But... not seeing a lotta sex, drugs and rock 'n roll in there, are we?
So it goes.
As do I.
Rock on