And random saves the day yet again...

On Facebook, one may become a fan of certain groups. I find some of the titles to be more entertaining than anything else in my day.
The chuckle is worth the waste of time.

Here are a few of my favorite groups:

" Hello, spider in the corner. You just chillin, yeah?

                                              BANG!! Slipper to the head. "

" "We can still be friends" is like "your dog is dead,
                                                     but you can still keep it". "

" Pardon me, Sir Gangster? Your trousers are descending. "

" Bad spellers of the world Untie! "

" Edward Cullen is a fictional character and will never love you. "

" Yes, Officer. I did see the Speed Limit sign, I just didn't see YOU. "

" On a scale from Anne Frank to Osama Bin Laden

                                             how good was my hiding spot? "

" 'Let's eat Grandma!' or, 'Let's eat, Grandma!' Punctuation saves lives. "

" "MY FREAKING LOCKER WONT OPEN! oh. wrong locker." "

" My favorite past time is burning snuggies
                                      and dancing around their ashes. "

my last 24 hours

   {7:00 p.m.} drove; felt at ease with my b l a r i n g music;

got a phone call {wondered}
         sat with a friend [dealt with serious matters of the heart] cried;

drove; prayed out loud all the way home;
           {went to bed too late} didn't pray hard enough;

woke up too late; scrambled to get ready for work
            [remembered deodorant]

scrambled to get to work; sped slightly {didn't run any red lights}

 set off car alarm  in work parking lot while still in the vehicle
               [s m i l e d] 

clocked in 8:59 [phew]
       filled water bottle; ate doughnuts  [felt crampy]

 observed boss becoming cranky; looked at the clock {only 10:00 a.m.} !

sparked my friends about life; got excited for girls night [b l i s s]

      appreciated friends;

felt even more crampy {11:25 a.m.} stacked mortgage loans; 

   GRUMPY boss said "thank you" {felt accomplished}; 

really needed ibuprofen [p a i n]
 {12:39 p.m.} momentary r e l i e f of cramps [no drugs required. awesome]
waited for someone...anyone... to come into work;   z i p
    {1:39 p.m.} missing someone special [made a wish]
took a late lunch; drove
      saw three jr. high boys walking
            with their yearbooks ; {reminisced}
  ate yogurt and granola [delicious] ; talked with mom;
wondered about what the future will bring for my family...
saw my brother; talked about football; got three hugs {felt loved}
     drove; smelled a s k u n k  [goss]
back to work; waited for someone...anyone...to come in [notta]
   confided in a friend {felt loved}
found something to laugh about; posted it;
looked at the clock {5:39 p.m.} f i n a l l y !
   balanced my drawer [almost time to go home] :)

This ol' heart of mine...

"Hearts will never be made practical
until they are made unbreakable."
- Tinman (Wizard of Oz)

Last night I had an interesting experience pertaining to matters of the heart. I learned the wisdom in those priceless words from the Tinman whose only desire was to have a heart. Did he know when he pinpointed his greatest desire what it would entail having that precious commodity placed within his glimmering shield? The heart has to do quite the circus act to manage even beating consistently. It never fails that I am amazed by the pain that accompanies the twinging and the pulling of heartstrings. More often than not it is involuntary pain. Isn't it my heart? Shouldn't I have some sort of control over what I feel and what I want? But no, my heart pulls one way while my mind and body pull another and I end up somewhere between happiness and disgrace. And don't get me started on the tears that are shed when you find yourself in such an indefinable location.


For example, when you feel for a friend something you haven't identified with quite yet but you know something is there, how do you say the right thing after they finally tell you that they finally know how they feel? How do you justify and express that you are missing the boat and stuck with a broken paddle desperately wanting to catch up to the steaming vessel that is effortlessly coasting upstream? Currents in a river only flow one way, after all. There's only so much you can do to resist the pull of the powerful body of water that doesn't have a single doubt as to where it is going and it's purpose in it's consistent flow. A river isn't afraid to rapidly flow over rocks, trees, banks, anything that gets in it's way...if only I could be so sure of my path...

Now I'm in the middle of a raging river with said broken paddle, not getting anywhere, and I watch with a longing, aching heart as what could have been my rescue, moves on. Eventually the watchtower won't even bother to try and see me struggling in the distance anymore. There are other boats that will come...aren't there?