Life

Often times my parents have friends from our neighborhood over for drinks and sometimes dinner off the BBQ. I find these little events particularly interesting because I am the only person under forty at them. I listen to their conversations and think to myself, I really hope I am not like these people when I am older. They talk about how work sucks, how they can't lose the baby weight, and, if I'm really lucky, their love lifes. With each other. EWWWWW! And while chit chat of stool softeners, light beer, and "the old days" may amuse them, to me, it's just sad. This whole train of thought now has me pondering something much greater, the meaning of life. I mean, what's the point if after forty five years all we feel we have amounted to is a fiber swilling, foam shoe wearing, senior citizen. Perhaps this is cynical, in fact I know it is.But that's what the more matured persons in my life taught me, cynicism and how to tie my shoes. Isn't that lovely?

PS. If you figure out a better meaning to life, please comment. I am open to options, in fact any other option sounds good.

My Father And Chores

As I mentioned before, it is summer time, no matter how hard the weather might protest. And because of that I have mostly free days. Well my Dad obviously thinks this is to much of a luxury because before he leaves he faithfully assigns me some sort of chore. Every day. Fun, right? My first thought on this was who cares. But then he started getting a little cranky, the way fathers tend to do when their daughters don't follow through with household chores. So my second idea was to do the job extra well so that he would be satisfied and wouldn't ask me again, at least for awhile. This sort of backfired on me. Now that he knows how fantastic of a job I am capable of, he just gives me more tasks. The normal person would probably just go back to the first plan. But, evidently, I am not normal. Because after seeing my Dad's face after he saw what quality work I put in to the kitchen, I felt a little pull at my heart. So here I am, being an over achiever at daily cleaning tasks. Isn't that just lovely? And Dad, in case you read this, I still love you. And I tolerate the chores. :)

Summer

A time for romping about in your freshly cut lawn. The season to play at the beach with your dog, or maybe even your family. The quarter of this midwestern year where we embrace whole heartedly the customs of the inhabitants of California and Florida. Loving the feel of the sun kissing our skin and the earth raw beneath our bare feet. This picture would be much easier to make into a reality if the sun would dare to come out of the clouds. I am disappointed to say that so far this relaxing season has been, for lack of a better word, a bummer. So much for tan lines and deck parites, because we don't need sunscreen, we need umbrellas. I know it is irrational for me to blame the weather men and women for this. But I just can't help it. So, you know what Dave Dahl!? I'm tired of it. Not that that really means anything to you. But I feel much better letting this out. In fact I'm sorta starting to regret it. Sorry Mr.Dahl. Anyways, summer please come, it would make everything just lovely.