I like to set very low and attainable goals for myself. For instance, here's one. Take next breath. And... there we go. See? It's easy. Some people set very unattainable goals. What about those people who say, "Reach for the stars." Why try something you know you're never going to succeed at? I mean, come on people, the stars are like a hundred miles away or something. You're just begging to fail.
I hope you all had a good weekend. Mine was fairly busy. Went to eat Friday night, where Donna unloaded a new one on me. I can't recall what context this was in, but at some point, she said she thought that I would be easy... as in, whorish, unchaste. I was just wondering what made her think that. Anywho, then Kristina told the story of the week. She said a friend of her called her a few weeks ago to see if she wanted to go walking at Wilson Morgan. Well, when she got there, her friend had already walked a lap and told her that there were two hot guys running the track with their shirts off. So when they ran into the guys, guess who it turned out to be. You guessed it! Kristina was like, "Oh, that's just Bone and Kyle." It was funny as all get out. (And that's pretty funny.) You know, a couple of colorful analogies would've spiffed up that story, but my vocabulary is as bad as... like... well, whatever.
I had to work until 1:00. Then helped S & K film a wedding and reception. Instead of the traditional wedding march or whatever for the recessional, they kicked in some "Sweet Home Alabama." That was kinda cool. Weddings always make me want to get married. Well, most of the time anyway. The reception got done a little before 6:00. Man, I could eat those little cheese cubes and strawberries and cream all night long. After that, shot a little pool. Then Kyle got "the call," so he headed to Gadsden. I stopped by Matt's for a bit, and got home kinda late.
I was gone pretty much all day from 9:00 until about 8:30 tonight. We had a big gathering for lunch, and there was this older gentleman there that I probably haven't seen in five years, maybe more. I wasn't even sure he'd recognize me because I remember he'd had some health problems, too. But he did. And one of the things he asked me was, "How have you managed to keep one of these girls from catching you all these years?" I thought for a second, looked around at the three or four other people sitting at his table and said, "You know, it's really not as hard as you think." Ah, I love those questions. Anyway, what little time I've had this weekend, I've spent looking at my template. Evidently, it is a Blogger problem. I've seen several other people post about it. Hopefully, they will have it fixed soon, as I still haven't figured out a good work-around.
Two random things
-I want to go see Batman Begins.
-I think I would watch Picture Pages if it still came on. I just like magic markers.
So all I need is a girl for one, and Bill Cosby for the other. That shouldn't be too difficult.
"You, tryin' to flex on me? Don't be silly..."