Pink Mole Hair & Ironed Sheets

I was going to do the Sunday Scribbling topic tonight and write about Monsters. Write about how I had a dream about snakes because I can’t get away from promotional commentary about "Snakes On the Plane." It seeped into my brain and I spent my sleep time collecting snakes and trying to return them to the wild before people killed them while simultaneously trying to avoid getting bit. I finally woke myself up when I realized there are no snakes with mole hair skin, particularly the pink variety. Of course being in the middle of the pacific on an island with Samuel Jackson seemed realistic compared to this.

Then tonight, I babysat a wonderful little baby who definitely kept me occupied and how nice it felt. About how a crying baby doesn’t scare me or put me off because I’ve done this before. About how a crying baby doesn’t frustrate me because I know its just a matter of learning her language to get to the other side. Kind of like with me. And when you get that balance, what a fanfuck!ngtastic feeling.

Then I was going to write about debriefing with my coworkers and how I really appreciate our humor and time together. My job can be a hard job...trust me. Its nice when you got good coworkers to balance the hard parts...

Then I was going to write about tomorrow and my plans for the morning, or the excitement for a few new outfits I want to get for the internship, or the fact that school starts this week, or that I have come to a place where I love to iron my sheets before folding them and putting them away...I know weird, isn’t it.

Then I realized my life is a good life. I’m present, able to laugh and cry when I need to or want to. This has been an important realization because I have come to a place where I feel joy in life...as it is...laughter in life without negating the whole story. That just seemed like an important lesson to get. AND my sarcasm has reached a very salty plateau I’m appreciating these days. Oh, and lets not forget, I’m moving to London next year...

now all I want to write is...

Welcome to my Life.

Now excuse me while I google ‘pink mole hair snakes’. Hey, its google, something’s gonna come up.