Meanderings

This particular post will consist of a hodge-podge of thoughts I've had that really don't deserve their own individual post. No, I do not have adult attention deficit disorder. I just think a lot. Probably too much. I think, anyway. Okay, let's get started.

#1 I ROCK!!!! My children say I rock, and Guitar Hero tells me quite often that I rock, so it must be true. Ah, Guitar Hero. I am hooked. It began as a Christmas gift to my son, Tim (or as I like to call him, "The Timinator"). Christmas Day, he opened that gift and we got it set up. He began to play. I looked in on him a while later, and he had removed his shirt. He is a rocker. Anyway, back to my thought. Just last night, Miss Kailey was rocking out on Guitar Hero, playing an encore - "Welcome to the Jungle" - with Slash, no less. "Mom, who is Slash?" "He played guitar for a band called Guns 'n' Roses back in the late 80's, early 90's. Now he plays for a band called Velvet Revolver. He's really good, but scary-looking." "Oh. Well, when was this song released?" "Uh... 1988, I believe. Maybe '87." (I remember this because her father and I had just started dating then). "So when you were 20 or so?" "Yes, Kailey when I was 20. Half my life ago." HIT THE BRAKES!!! Half my life ago?!? Have you ever been going along, happy as can be, enjoying life or just doing dishes when, all of a sudden, reality gives you a swift and mighty hard kick in the posterior? Dang! Half my life ago. Yes, half. I will be 40 in just over 2 months. I voice this to my children and to their grandmother, who is here for a visit. And Tim, my rocker who rocks Ted Nugent-style (sans shirt), saves the day a few minutes later: "Aw, Mom, it's okay. Really, you look only 32, maybe 35. And you're the coolest, prettiest mom in the whole world." Thank you, Timmy. (Won't he make an excellent hubby someday)? And yep, I rock. :)

#2 What?!? No Super Bowl party at church? The NFL won't allow it? Nonsense! Don't they realize that if there are 60 people at a church Super Bowl party that only about 10 or 12 people actually watch the game? Puhleeze! I believe that falls within that copyright law of theirs. Now, everyone knows how much I love football (and baseball), and of course, I'd be one of the people watching the game (yes, shocking, I know, but true in spite of my gender), while everyone else enjoys the cappuccino punch and whatever other yummy concoction I made for the occasion. Now, I'll be at home, watching the game without cappuccino punch (kids don't like it, and I don't need to drink a gallon of that stuff by myself), probably with something good to snack on, though, and still complaining about that copyright law that has infringed upon my right to gather in my place of worship for a time of fellowship, prayer, and devotion while the game just happens to be on in the background. Ack!

#3 While I'm sure I slept last night, I distinctly recall hearing my furnace run all night long. As the minutes ticked by, I envisioned dollars being chucked out of the heat pump outside my house as it kept my family warm. Sigh... Spring is less than 2 months away. Baseball season opens in just over 2 months. And while I anxiously await those days, I also dread them. Why? Because I'll turn 40 then, too! (See Meandering #1). Ack! Ack! Ack!