Most Days

Nothing on TV tonight either. I guess the whole ‘Grammy’ thing is taking over tonight. Yawn.

We did rent movies last night. ’10 Items or Less’ was quirky. I liked it although it took me a moment to catch up with what was going on. It may have been the homemade pizza I was stuffing into my face along with the cookies and other garbage that was distracting me. Or the fact that some little person likes to talk during movies and is able to make an impressive amount of noise even when she isn’t talking. ‘The Jane Austen Book Club’ was awesome. My hubby said it was sweet and that if he was a girl, he would have really liked it but that he would watch it again.

That man is a fabulous guy. When I get down on myself because the wheels of life are grinding on me because I don’t fit in a lane, he cheers me up and somehow gives me a new, quirky perspective. Like maybe they are grinding on me, because I am making my own lane. How do you think new lanes are made?

That almost makes me sound like I’m doing something groundbreaking. I’m not. I’m just not fitting in any molds. As usual. For instance, I’ve been asked to speak at a tech conference, but I’m not a ‘techie’. I used to teach skiing, but I’m not a ‘jock’. I hit the Dean’s list at university often enough to graduate with distinction, but I’m not a ‘brain’. I’m just me.

And most days, that’s enough.

Okay, funny and almost related, the song on the radio right now is by Konic and is called, “My life is sh*t but I am funky.” Har, har.