I’m always amused by the number of random notes I receive on Facebook that say something like, and I quote, “…just thought you would like to know that my generation still appreciates your music!”
Thanks! I don’t perform. I think you’ve got me confused with some other guy — maybe, Donny?
– Guy 1: Why are breakups so hard? Guy 2: Because they are sunk costs, and we’re not good at admitting lost investment. Guy 1: That’s the best explanation I’ve ever heard. Guy 2: I’ve had plenty of experience, both romantic and otherwise. Once you become good at accepting sunk costs, no investment is too great; just like gambling, honestly. If you’re willing to lose it, you’re ready to win. Guy 1: You should be a writer or something. –
Don’t even think about denying that this has never happened to you.
With the cold weather coming in, I purchased a new jacket. And, as with every new clothing item, tags are omnipresent throughout the article – including stickers. (You know where I’m going, don’t you?)
Well, it has been about three weeks since my purchase and I just noticed something…
Yep! I’ve been walking around with a nice little “M” sticker on my chest. And, I never noticed it until today!
Twice this week I’ve fallen asleep in places you typically shouldn’t fall asleep: the park, the chiropractor’s office.
It might be because I’ve been averaging five to six hours of sleep a night. Why? Because I’m single, and there are parties every night.
Mind you I was only out for about 15 – 20 minutes at each location, and after waking up I fully rested and ready to take on the rest of the day. Which got me thinking… I should nap everyday!
This idea then triggered the answer to my all-burning question; “Who am I going to vote for?” I’ll vote for whomever will mandate siesta time.
So the first time I can see why that song came on. It’s been on the charts for a while and very popular. However, this morning I had a bit more of an obscure song running through my mind: Broken Wings by Mr. Mister.
Is that trippy or what? I was singing the song when I turned my car on.
Last Saturday, I went to a Salt Lake Bees game with a few friends. During the game, one of them asked me, “What’s a Zephyr?” (The question spawned from the fact the Bees were playing the Zephyrs)
And having a wealth of knowledge at my finger tips (the Blackberry), I decided to Google it.
Turns out zephyr has multiple definitions:
The west wind.
A gentle breeze.
Any of various soft light fabrics, yarns, or garments.
Something that is airy, insubstantial, or passing.
Well, isn’t that interesting?
I looked up at the scoreboard and took notice of the Zephyr’s mascot – a rat! I then asked, “Why a rat?”
I love Christmas just as much as the next person, but… honestly… We are in the middle of June. What ever happened to things having their time and place?
I will add, that’s not a Utah plate on that car. So don’t even think of blaming a Utahn.
I took this picture with my camera phone on my way home from work.
Did anyone else catch Tyra Banks verbal faux pas during her Emmy acceptance speech for her talk show? I swear… I guess the writers’ strike continues.
As she was saying her thanks, and recognizing everyone who helped her along the way, she thanked her mother. She said, and I quote, “I wanna thank my mama for her perspiration, and doing everything she could to instill power inside of me.”
Did I hear that right? Perspiration? Since when did perspiration instill power?
Or do you think she meant to say persistence? Or perseverance?