After my last blog, I read a friend's "un-aversary" blog and realized something. I'm not exactly depressed. I mean, I am, but I'm nowhere near where I used to be, but something has definitely been off and something she said clicked--I'm angry. Okay. More than just angry. I'm a lot of things: depressed, angry, lost, confused, relieved, hopeful, pissed off, scared, and many other emotions I just can't quite name yet. The past few years have been anything but easy. Just when I begin to put my life together, something comes and blows the hell out of it. I'm not talking a few setbacks here; I'm talking about a few nukes and a shit ton of napalm dropped right in the middle of everything. Granted, I've never been the type of person to do anything on a small scale, so if a bomb is going to be dropped on my life, why should that be any different, right?
But at least I've learned to appreciate the little things, no matter how little. Like a free cup of coffee on Monday. I've recently become addicted to iced coffee. And sweetened flavored iced coffee at that. Me... the same person who drank straight up, melt your spoon, probably could be used by NASA as rocket fuel black as night hot coffee for ages, except for the occasional latte. Except the guy goofed and made a hot coffee by mistake. Then told me to just take both. I certainly wasn't going to complain--especially since I had only slept 20 minutes that night.
I haven't seen my nephew in months. I talk to his mother on a regular basis, so I know how he's doing, but between their life and mine (as well as my parents), things have happened during his summer break that have kept him from spending as much time over here as he usually would. I found out late this morning that he was coming over for a few days, which was/is just awesome. I bought him this really cool duck hunting game back in June and I've been dying for him to come over and try it out. It's this battery operated laser shot gun with a foam duck that launches off the end of it. The duck flies around through the air (or is supposed to) and you have about 30 seconds to shoot it 3 times. Except the duck flops straight to the ground. I'm hoping it's just crappy batteries and I didn't buy a defective game. So tomorrow we're going to the store to buy new batteries. Duracell's suck. We did have to hide the duck, though, so that my dog wouldn't get at it. It's sitting on a top shelf, way out of even my mom's reach. While we were hunting for his baseball card collection, he turns around and asks me "Do you think we put the duck high enough away from Gracie? [my dog] I mean, what if she builds an airplane or something and flies up and gets it?" I'm pretty sure that if my dog was either able to build an airplane or starts flying, the foam duck would be the least of our problems at that point. She is a smart dog and everything, but airplane building and flying? I seriously hope not. But given my life? I really wouldn't be surprised. But hey... I have a duck to get flying tomorrow.
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