I was having one of those conversations inside my head the other day. You know, the kind where you go back over the day's events and replay it in your mind. Over and over again. Or the 'Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda' kind where you wish the situation had turned out differently. Or you imagine the conversations you'd like to have in the future.
This goes on all the time inside my head. Whether I'm dwelling on it or not. Things are always either replaying or playing out in my mind. And I 'hear' the people's voices in the conversations.
But the other day, I had a revelation that stopped me in my tracks. It dawned on me that a lot of those conversations that had been running through my mind the last few weeks were of me using a very distinct voice.
Wanda Sykes.
And, oh yeah, the attitude came with it!
How did I manage that??? I have no idea. But I sure have been enjoying it!
Especially with those imaginary conversations that requires some backbone and gumption. Somewhere deep inside I guess I have this very outspoken and sarcastic nature that wishes to jump out and give some folks the ole 'what for' when necessary. Ha!
Like the conversations you have with your kids in your mind where you remember you need to tell them to clean the jelly up better after they've made their PBJ sandwich. Good Lord, I find that stuff everywhere! The counter, the fridge door handle. (Yeah, underneath where you can't see it.) The fridge shelves. The drawer front below the counter, and the floor. Found a chunk of it there the other day only because I had stepped in it! UGH!
Times like that I whip out ole Wanda Sykes and let 'em have it.
But only in my mind. ;D
I think one of the most frustrating feelings in the world is driving down the road, seeing a VW Bug, and being ALONE in the car.
Talk about sucking the joy right out of life.
Talk about that gggrrrrrr feeling deep in the pit of your stomach.
Talk about wanting to be able to reach through the window of the car next to you and giving them a big slug in the arm!
Yeah, I'm THAT serious about it! Much to the annoyance of my family, and just about every one of my friends. Oh, and even my coworkers who don't appreciate the random attack from nowhere when I see one drive by on the road outside the office window.
I don't know many who enjoy the thrill of the hunt and victory of the punch.
But I AM working on educating those around me. ;D
Talk about sucking the joy right out of life.
Talk about that gggrrrrrr feeling deep in the pit of your stomach.
Talk about wanting to be able to reach through the window of the car next to you and giving them a big slug in the arm!
Yeah, I'm THAT serious about it! Much to the annoyance of my family, and just about every one of my friends. Oh, and even my coworkers who don't appreciate the random attack from nowhere when I see one drive by on the road outside the office window.
I don't know many who enjoy the thrill of the hunt and victory of the punch.
But I AM working on educating those around me. ;D
Gotta love technology! Cell phones in particular. They are so very useful, helpful, and important in our lives...life-saving even. But they can at times be oh, so annoying. Like at 1:30 am. There's nothing like having your phone ring at 1:30 in the morning. You're groggy. You're discombobulated. You're unsure where the noise is coming from, let alone what the noise actually is. Then it dawns on you. It's your cell phone. And it's ringing. Good, you're finally coming out of the fog of slumber enough to realize and recognize what it is.
Who needs you in the middle of the night? It MUST be an emergency. Someone MUST be in the hospital. So you reach for it on your nightstand. Where cell phones should always sit overnight for just such an occasion. Except your arms feel like lead and barely move an inch when you told them to reach to the nightstand. WAKE UP! You yell at yourself! Someone NEEDS me! ANSWER the phone! You reach again, this time your arms make it half-way there. ALMOST!
Reach again. You got it! Now you have to blink, blink, blink till your eyes clear enough to see who's calling, and yell at your thumbs to work to hit the right button.
You can finally see clear enough to read who the caller is. WHAT? What do you mean it's my SON! He's asleep in the next room!
Then it dawns on you...HE BUTT-DIALED YOU FROM BED!!!
OMG! What in the world is that kid thinking?!? WHY is his phone not on his nightstand, where it SHOULD be??? UGH!!!
Emergency diverted. Relax. Go back to sleep.
But Nooooooo...you don't get to go back to sleep. Why? Your heart is pounding over the near hysteria of an emergency. So you lie there. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. And thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Too much thinking is not always a good thing. You start to wonder, did he really just butt-dial me? Or does he really need me? Maybe there's someone in his room, and he can't move. Or he had a bad dream and is frozen in bed. (Yes, it's happened to me!) Maybe he's having a heart attack and can't yell. Maybe he REALLY does need me.
You wouldn't be able to sleep at all while still wondering. So, like the good Mommy that you are, you get out of bed to go check. Even tho you know that doing so will wake your entire body up, and you won't be able to sleep for the next 2 hours. *Sigh*
The joys of cell phones....
Who needs you in the middle of the night? It MUST be an emergency. Someone MUST be in the hospital. So you reach for it on your nightstand. Where cell phones should always sit overnight for just such an occasion. Except your arms feel like lead and barely move an inch when you told them to reach to the nightstand. WAKE UP! You yell at yourself! Someone NEEDS me! ANSWER the phone! You reach again, this time your arms make it half-way there. ALMOST!
Reach again. You got it! Now you have to blink, blink, blink till your eyes clear enough to see who's calling, and yell at your thumbs to work to hit the right button.
You can finally see clear enough to read who the caller is. WHAT? What do you mean it's my SON! He's asleep in the next room!
Then it dawns on you...HE BUTT-DIALED YOU FROM BED!!!
OMG! What in the world is that kid thinking?!? WHY is his phone not on his nightstand, where it SHOULD be??? UGH!!!
Emergency diverted. Relax. Go back to sleep.
But Nooooooo...you don't get to go back to sleep. Why? Your heart is pounding over the near hysteria of an emergency. So you lie there. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. And thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Too much thinking is not always a good thing. You start to wonder, did he really just butt-dial me? Or does he really need me? Maybe there's someone in his room, and he can't move. Or he had a bad dream and is frozen in bed. (Yes, it's happened to me!) Maybe he's having a heart attack and can't yell. Maybe he REALLY does need me.
You wouldn't be able to sleep at all while still wondering. So, like the good Mommy that you are, you get out of bed to go check. Even tho you know that doing so will wake your entire body up, and you won't be able to sleep for the next 2 hours. *Sigh*
The joys of cell phones....
Where do you start?
What do you say?
Some find it so easy to just blurt it all out there, while I struggle with broadcasting my personal life.
I need a hobby. Or at least a good reason to make what I write worthy of reading. Why waste 2 minutes of someone's life with unwitty, unmotivating and boring stuff?
What's it all about anyway? *shrugs*
I dunno...I just liked the cute template! :D
What do you say?
Some find it so easy to just blurt it all out there, while I struggle with broadcasting my personal life.
I need a hobby. Or at least a good reason to make what I write worthy of reading. Why waste 2 minutes of someone's life with unwitty, unmotivating and boring stuff?
What's it all about anyway? *shrugs*
I dunno...I just liked the cute template! :D
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