Yesterday morning i went out to my pride and joy Chevy to take me to work when i realized that my side doors were not closed completely, my cleaning supplies that i hold in my glove compartment were on my seat and my Bon Jovi CD case was on the floor, not to mention they added dust to my door panel (that in it's self is enough for a warrant)! After all their searching they didn't take a thing. They could have stolen my ID from my registration but more than likely they were puck kids from across the street just looking for money or an iPod. So of course i feel invaded and disappointed, annoyed and pissed that my property was touched. But today i could have slapped my self. My Property? I guess i haven't been listening to my own sermons! We own nothing in this world. We may buy items with the money we receive from hard work but really - it's all just simply dust! Understand i am still annoyed, but even if they would have broken my window or drove it out of my complex it still does not make the Chevy any more mine. I can even use the cliche that we hated as kids - 'It could have been worst!'
This morning as a slept in someone else's home i was awaken by someone else's loud music with no regard that people sleep in till 9am on their day off - i came home to realize i love my apartment after all. It could have been the simple fact that i have no roommates or inconsiderate friends but regardless i came home to enjoy my uncleaned but organized, small but functional, humdrum but welcoming home. That in it's self made my living room even more enjoyable.
I soon realized today is Wednesday, today my apartment complex serves donuts, coffee, fruit, tea, bagels, and cream cheese til noon which constitutes me not having to make breakfast! Awesome! I pass on the coffee because i remember i received my Keurig (more info on my blog) Green Mountain Blueberry coffee yesterday which some days is the only reason i get out of bed.
So as i cuddled up in my reclineable loveseat with my array of pillows, heaven of a blanket, blueberry coffee, and a maple donut to blog on my day off, the one and only possible event had to happen...my Internet was not working! Seriously this is like taking crack away from a hung-over horny whore! Attempting to say 'nice' things to my computer over and over i realized that i needed to infact get my unshowered butt off the couch and restart the wireless box. Not that you are concerned about me removing my space off the couch but as i waiting impatiently for my computer to restart three times i decided to turn on the boob-tube just to encounter Tom Brokaw on the Morning Show wearing a LIVESTRONG bracelet. That one glimpse of a yellow band calmed my soul and ironically turned on my Internet. Regardless what his reason is to wear the bracelet, for me it reiterates that there are more pleasures in life than disappointments. Don't ask how i can pull that out of a small silly yellow band but if you really know me you don't have to think long and hard about that one.
Along with my disappointing yet pleasurable morning i got to have a brief ten minute conversation with my life twin, listen to my loud bamboo wind chimes dancing in the Chico wind (which could be why my neighbors give me dirty looks these days), and received an 'I'm glad you came over last night' text from a undefined man in my life. All things worth mentioning!
Seeing as this all happened before 11am today...i am anxious to see what the afternoon will bring!
Most men pursue pleasure with such
breathless haste that they hurry past it.
~Soren Kierkegaard

2 comments:
Awe...I get it now...I am your life twin! I kinda like it better than best friend, those come and go, but we're just stuck with each other! Ok I need to actually read, apparently sometimes I skim and miss the important parts! Ha!
AAAHHHHH i wish i could send this stuff to you so that you can spell check it before i post it! Seriously? Every time i read my own post i find an error each time! Seriously? Can you be my teacher?!?!?!? Yeah, im sure i spelled something wrong in this comment too . . . whatever. . . i don't what to know about it
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