Well, I seemed to have survived unscathed from any criticism of my voting record. How could that be? Could it be that the only person reading this is the writer? Could it be that the afore mentioned writer is deluding himself in thinking anyone would want to read this drivel? Could it be that he is an idiot? Could it be that he is stupid, mis-informed and delusional? Could it be he is a babbling maniac with a healthy dose of megalomania thrown in? YES, YES, YESSSSSS to all of these.
And how sad it is, too. To think he was once a promising talent, a young man on one of the middle rungs on the ladder of success, a rising star, well liked by his peers and adversaries alike. And, it has come to this - writing a blog in the obscurities. He sits at the keyboard, head hung in shame and disgrace, a single tear splashes off his Timex.
But wait. Something stirs within his bosom. A swelling of something bigger than himself - a realization. He is writing about himself in the third person, something he hates with a passion!
Sorry, I fell off the beaten path there for awhile. I apologize. I must have inadvertently disabled the purple prose filter on my computer. Normally, the previous paragraphs would have been eliminated by that filter and we wouldn’t have had to be subjected to that nonsense. I’ll try to keep from letting that happen again.
Just recently, I read a friend’s blog where she described an ideal day. It caused me to think, something I try to avoid, but find I am often forced into it. What would my ideal day consist of? I commented on her blog that my ideal day would have to involve a beach, a four to six foot swell breaking on the reef, and a nice, soft, off shore breeze holding the waves up and producing some gnarly tubes. I, of course, said all this with tongue in cheek since, as she so profoundly pointed out, there is a shortage of beaches in these har parts. Especially ones with waves, reefs and off shore breezes. So, what would my ideal day look like given the absence of beaches? The short answer is that I haven’t had an ideal day since leaving the beach. But, that wouldn’t be entirely true. I have spent many an ideal day with a fishing pole, rifle, marshmellow stick, or canoe oar in hand. But, beyond that, past the obvious fun things, an ideal day is spent with those I love. Without them, no day is ideal. It may be fun, exciting, relaxing, and just about any other adjective you can come up with, but not ideal. So, my ideal day is a day with loved ones doing anything, or nothing.
One last thought for today. I didn’t know what true happiness was until I got married.....then it was too late!
If there is no post tomorrow, you’ll know my wife read this one.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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This is my first commet post ever! I am not admitting, however, to actually having read your post. Please send me your first blackmail payment right away so Mikki never hears about "true happiness."
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