I'm either a floor lamp or an end table...
This may seem nonsensical to you at first, but think about it. Are either of those things really all that exciting? Do you thank God, your lucky stars or anyone else for them on a daily basis? When was the last time you heard someone say, I can't wait to get home to my floorlamp. Or my floorlamp is the best thing that ever happened to me? Bet you can't remember. Anyway I think I am more like the end table anyway. You barely ever notice it. It's there, you know it is there because you have somewhere to put your nighttime stuff. And of course the remote is sitting upon it, it must be there. Are you grateful for it? Do you appreciate it's helpfull nature. Of course not. It's a table.
I used to be something really fun, like a new motorcycle, or the new CD by your favorite artist. Something that you felt lucky to have. Something you couldn't wait to try out or show off. I guess over time, even motorcycles and Cds lose their shine, you think about them less everyday and take them totally for granted.
I guess that is the nature of relationships and the reason that we sometimes wonder why we made the choices we did...
Sorry if you are reading this and I'm bumming you out. Misery loves company I suppose.
posted by Pepsiqueen! @ 9:45 PM
6 Comments:
I hope you're feeling better. You were fun at the party!
funny, i had fun but I didn't think i was any fun. thanks again, and always for all the help with Halle!!
Anytime
Hi Pepsi,
Sorry to so long to comment but I had a bit of a long weekend.
On your reply to my post on another blog I know exactly what you mean. I have the high cheeck bones and the nose.
before I went for my weekend I read your blof about Lamps and so on and I thought Philosophically you could take it furthur. For example a stove you buy a new one and suddenly you clean every spill and always trying to keep it looking new but soon as it starts to look use you let it go. Only cleaning it when you have to LOL
Hi November,
I have the nose too, but it's not all that bad (as some can be of course) The big noses in the family actually come from my father's side and I believe his Irish ancesters. I was lucky taking after my mother. Some of the women on my Dad's side have a nose that rivals his!! Funny though, I always seem to be attracted to men with big noses, although my husband's nose it small. My brother Glenn who has posted here some really likes to type in German, maybe he'll check out your blog and leave you a note in German!!! We both took that language in school although he took it in college as well.
The stove analogy holds true, I'm feeling better now. We were fighting on the weekend, but made up on Monday morning :)
Glad you made-up. Yes I type german better than I speak it but my german vocab is small. (like a child)
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