I had a blog post in mind. I thought about it on the freeway this morning. You see, a highway patrol car merged in behind me when I got on the 101 and every single driver who saw him SLOWED DOWN. People, it's 8:30am and we're going 20 miles an hour, tops. What's he going to nail you for? Use your turn signals like you were raised properly and get on with the business of driving.
But my mind, what with its endlessly spinning cogs, thought of the time back in Pennsyltucky when I totally outran a State Trooper (Dukes of Hazzard style) on the back roads of Saylorsburg. See, I had an expired inspection sticker...in Pennsyltucky you have to get your car inspected every year and it can't have anything wrong or you don't pass (unless you go to an unscrupulous inspection station) and then you can't renew your registration, which when I left cost $35 no matter what you drive--go ahead, Californians, cry...and I was going to regale you with that story because it's a good one. Oh, I'm a smooth talker and did I mention I was driving a manual transmission STATION WAGON? Hells to the yeah.
But then, I started instant messaging my nephew, The Roy, and MySpace came up in conversation, which led to contact with the past and finding out things about your ex, which reminded me of the rat bastard who broke my heart, which stirred up all kinds of feelings of inadequacy, but not really...because in reality, he got the shit end of the break-up stick. (and he knows it, which makes me happy) So, after Roy logged off (he is three hours ahead, after all), I started Googling people from the burg, because I get all sentimental sometimes. Shut up. I do too. So I looked up the ex (nothing), his wife (nothing), her sister (nothing), my old roommate (thousands of possibilities, but his last name is Smith, so that's expected), and a boy named Jeff (okay, he's a man now) who I used to be close to, who always made me laugh with his very dry sense of humor. I found his name mentioned on a blog of a guy who lives in the Allentown area (close enough) and saw a picture of a guy who could be Jeff, maybe, but last time I saw him he was 21 and had long hair and a cute little turned-up nose that prevented him from looking evil. Boy, he hated it when I would point that out.
Yep, that's what I was going to blog about until "Medium" came on TV. See, Allison (the mom) was shopping for a fancy dress for her oldest daughter (Ariel) and stumbled upon a murder scene. The next day at school, all of Ariel's friends were asking her questions about the murder ("was it bloody?") and Holy Crap, that's exactly what Amy Miller asked me the day after I found my neighbors murdered and my name was in the paper. And I thought about the murders and the stupid questions I got from people at the ESYA sports banquet, which I had to leave early because they were serving spaghetti and, well, nuff said. So, yeah, I was going to tell you all about the murders, but then I realized that most of my friends have heard the story and it's long and if you really want to hear it you can ask me and I'll tell you but it's hard to put into writing because...I RAMBLE.
Phew. And that's just a portion of my thoughts. It's a wonder I can get any work done during the day. But I do.