Nothing to Write Home About

I was telling Kevin a story the other day, I don’t know what I was discussing, but I mentioned to him that it was “nothing to write home about,” and then I had to stop myself. Exactly what would be worth physically WRITING home about? The answer is nothing. What event is so great that you drop everything, grab a pen and paper, 1890’s style, and scurry off to pony express a memo out to the folks. I think we should do away with this sentence and phase in something along the lines of “it’s nothing to email home about.” After all, if indeed the event in question WAS worth telling people back home about, wouldn’t it be urgent enough to constitute a quicker notification than 3-5 business days via the USPS?

I realize that “nothing to write home about” has its origins in the days prior to email and telephonic devices. But that brings me to my next point, which is “Oh my GOD how terrible to live in a time of such inconvenience.” Picture it, you live in the 1800’s and something big and exciting does happen. Maybe you bought a new horse for 2 shillings or you and your family someone DIDN’T die of scurvy or malaria and you wanted to alert your family back in jolly ole’ England of the good news. Well get ready because the horse you bought and everyone else probably WILL be dead by the time your correspondence reaches its destination. I get sick to my stomach picturing myself crossing the Atlantic on a boat fashioned together by a guy named Jebediah down at the town’s boat-making-shoppe (spelled that way, it’s the old days remember).

I’ve told several people in the past that I know I would never survive back in the “old days” and that I know this to be true. Their response is always logical and something to the effect of “but you wouldn’t know any different way of life if you lived in the 1800’s, there would be nothing to compare it to.” To which I always answer “yes I would.” It’s true, I think I would somehow just KNOW that something was off. I’d be cruising around in my horse and carriage at about 4 mph just sensing that something was amiss. I may never have heard of a “car" but I’d still know there was a need for me to be riding on heated leather seats while grasping a steering wheel not straddling an English saddle holding reigns. I’d ride into town to buy a bag of dry goods for dinner and start craving something I’ve never even tasted (like a nice risotto or a vodka-soda with a lime). It would be like dejavu and I would intuitively know I was born in the wrong era. It’s no wonder people only lived to about 30 years old back then, what was there to live for? I’d give up at about 30, too. The sheer boredom experienced while awaiting the postal service to deliver things on horseback would be enough to strike me dead. I, too, can imagine checking out of life early when I knew that all I had to look forward to was marrying a woman named Bessie and plowing the fields (and Bessie) for the remainder of my days. Haha, I just said plowing her. Sorry. Happened without intention.

So speaking of modern convenience, I fly to London and then Paris with my mom in a week. *deep breath* She planned this mother/son excursion because she’s always wanted to take me to those two cities and God bless her for it. Still, I remain a tad hesitant when I think of spending 12 days within 12 inches of my mother. We’re close and very similar in many ways but I can get a little… “snippy” when we’re in quarters that are too close considering she can be a tad overbearing. I love her, we’ll have fun..or never speak to each other again after returning. Nah, we’ll have fun.. but deep breath none the less.

Well now, all the above had made me sound quite the turd so I better stop while I’m only slightly behind. I think that I will try to blog during my trip. Not sure if I'll have time, but it might be fun to document the two weeks as they are actually happening. We’ll see if this idea transpires.

Well, this post is nothing to write home about.
Until next time,
M.db

When Mason Met Sleeplessness

So I'm watching When Harry Met Sally on t.v. because I haven't been able to fall asleep yet (1:52am and counting..) and quite frankly there's nothing else on at this hour. I actually quite like this movie, though. I'm not sure that it was Meg Ryan's first BIG role but I'm assuming it was at least one of her firsts if not the. She has, since this role, played the same character over and over again. Good job Meg, way to diversify your acting. God bless her for it, but seriously how many times can she make that pouting face or over dramatize a distraught moment while sniffling and bumbling her way through sentences that just make us want to SQUISH her down to pocket size and shove her into our coat for later use because she's just so damned lovable? The answer is: EVERY time, that's how many times. Either way, we love her- it sells. The funny thing is I have heard she's like some crazy party animal in real life. I like thinking of her as the sweet Tom Hanks sidekick that who, somehow, off camera becomes a raging alcoholic that loses her shit every time she gets a few gin and tonics in her system. In my mind I picture her maybe throwing a chair across a bar at a waitress who 'looked at her funny.' Probably has never happened though.

"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you realize you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible"

That line just happened. Good line. Bravo, writers of When Harry Met Sally, bravo.

Also while I was laying here watching TV, not sleeping and drinking a glass of wine, I saw an advertisement on TV. It was something to do with clothing, not sure what brand. That's neither here nor there. The point is, when I saw this advertisement I thought to myself "HEY! Why don't *I* have good clothing style and a great sense of fashion like those people in the clothing ad?!" So I jumped up out of bed and did inventory of my entire closet. Chastising myself and my lack of taste all the while. I started trying on different clothing combinations and have successfully put together a pile of clothes to give away that consists of things I can't stand to ever look at again (suddenly). I own it, I'm crazy. I've also come up with several new "looks" though, so that's a plus. I'm still generally dissatisfied, but such is life. Such is MY life, I always seem to want something more. I'm the type of person who would throw away everything he owns every few months and start over again if he was able to do so. I'd pitch furniture, clothes, car, friends. Everything- throw it all out and start fresh. Just kidding on the car thing, I'd do that every year maybe, not every few months. Teasing again, it's the friends that I wouldn't throw out every few months, don't worry. Actually, I'm also a pack rat at times which I realize makes no sense considering the aforementioned. It's like Kimberly and I were discussing the other day; everyone has their contradictions. That's one of my many contradictions because on one hand I am the type that will dispose of something I've used only once yet hang onto a pair of pants (found this out tonight) that I've had for years JUST in case I might need red pants at some point. This occasion (hopefully) will never occur. Contradiction, y'all.

Work has been sort of busy, and that's a plus. I'd like to officially blame my blogging absence on that fact but in reality there's a bit of laziness that comes into play as well.

Either way, more to come sooner than later!
For now, me and my increased blood alcohol level shall retire to sleep. I'm not spell checking this, grammar proofing it or anything of the sort. You're welcome.
Until then,
M.db