Not having done any posting or commenting for awhile has left me wondering just how much I may or may not be addicted to this process. I have missed reading everyone else's posts but to be honest haven't missed writing as much as I thought that I would. This is probably due to two things:
1. I haven't had time to think about writing anything, and
2. Nothing funny that would have been worthy of a post has happened lately.
Life continues to be a series of weird events that are constantly testing my patience and ability to survive with little or no sleep. If it weren't for my appreciation of "better living through chemistry," I would be in a dark room, under the covers in my bed, typing this blindly. My typing isn't much better in the daylight, but at least I can tell when spellcheck is sending me back to second grade Weekly Reader vocabulary lessons.
I feel kind of like an ant on the path to the great food crumb, taking my clues from every ant that is returning in glory - when suddenly a gust of wind sends me off course and I am feeling around for anything that will give me a sense of my former direction. In an attempt to keep my sanity, I have found myself only reacting to the present moment, as that is as far forward as my thinking will allow. My search for the humor in my situation continues though, as that is what keeps me sane in spite of everything else.
Here's my laugh from yesterday:
I needed to drive my 18 year old son to a doctor's appointment that was at the urban medical center in town. Generally he can drive himself most places, but the "downtown" area tends to make him nervous and can be confusing and scary at the same time. When I drive him, I tend to let him play his iPod in the car, as it helps him relax and usually I like the music. We raised our kids listening to all types of music and the kiddo has a WIDE range of the music that he enjoys.
We're heading down the highway and I'm keeping a mental note of the bands that he's had in his playlist : Springsteen, Earth, Wind and Fire, Don Henley, Van Morrison, The Cure, and Queen. Then I get weirded out because he is listening to the same music that I listened to 30 years ago when I was his age! When I was 18, there is NO WAY that I would have listened to what my parents had 30 years prior. So then I'm thinking that maybe this is really neat, because it just means that the music of those times is "ageless" and my son is "uber-cool." Most of his friends wouldn't know these songs at all! Score! We raised a kid with great musical taste!
Then comes the next song to blow my theory all to hell: "I Just had Sex" by Lonely Island and Akon. If you are not familiar with this little ditty, click here for the lyrics. I look at him as this song blares from my momvan speakers with my "you can't be serious" face and he returns volley with a "what?" expression. I up the ante with another glare and he has the nerve to say that he likes the "beat" of the song. I had to laugh on the inside thinking that if I had played a song like that in the car with my parents - the car would have done a bee-line drive to the nearest military school or convent whichever came first.
So, I continue to drive thinking in my warped mind that maybe we are both "uber-cool", him for playing it and me for listening to it!