I don’t have all the answers

current state of mind: over-stimulated

And I’ve been a fool; and I’ve been blind

I can never leave the past behind

I can no way, I can see no way

I’m always dragging that horse around

~ “Shake It Out” by Florence + the Machine

My high school homeroom was held in the typing/word processing classroom.  My homeroom teacher was the ‘Typing Teacher’ and she would often stress the importance of good typing skills.  I disagreed.  Looking back, I think I may have been a little close-minded.  I can type fast.  I don’t know how fast; but pretty damn fast.  The issue is not speed . . .  it is accuracy.  I type in my own special typo language.  When it is commented upon I state that if it because my left hand is faster than my right when I write because I am right-brained, therefore affecting my fine motor skills. 

The reality is that I am a really bad typist.   I don’t always have to look at the key board and I am definitely not a hunt and peck keyboard user.  Still, anyone who has actually had an IM conversation with me knows that I am pretty consistent with my mistakes.  For starters, I always type “teh” instead of “the”.   Sometimes I type curse words within non-curse words because I flip letters around.  Not cool when typing the word “account” I assure you.  Anyway, someone mentioned the other day that it would be amusing to “hear” my messages read by the computer because of how many words I mistype.  It’d be reverse voice texting and it’d be awesome!  I could likely have my own show on Comedy Network, right after tosh.0. 

Not really.  That was a severe exaggeration.  Exaggerations are the bane of my existence, so I should probably not indulge in them.  Moving on. . .

The Manning Family has another Super Bowl ring to store in the family coffers.  A shout out to Peyton’s little brother for putting on a good show on Sunday Night!  Speaking of the New York Giants . . . (Please Note that the following story has absolutely nothing to do with the New York Giants.  None whatsoever.)  Friday night I got home after attending a hockey game with “Dadof3” and went to bed before midnight.  Apparently I was pretty tired because when my phone rang at 1:04am, I had no idea what was going on or where I was.  I answered the phone, but could not for the life of me understand why someone was calling me so late on a work night (In my sleepy state, I thought it was Thursday, not Friday).  Here is a condensed version of what went down over the next 30 minutes.  

Caller A: What are you doing?  Why aren’t you out with us?
Me: What?  I was asleep.
Caller A: We were doing shots and realized we missed you.
Me: Awww, thanks. What are you doing?
Caller A:  I just told you.  We were doing shots.  You should be out with us.
Me: Um, I am in Nebraska.
Caller A:  Yeah, we know.  When are you coming down to go out?  Hey, wait, someone wants to talk to you.
*pause*
Caller B:  Hey, what are you doing?
Me:  I was sleeping.  What are y’all doing?
Caller B:  We just did shots.  I love that shirt you gave me.  Whenever I wear it we all wish you were here.
Me:  Thanks.
Caller B:  You’re mad we called and woke you up aren’t’ you?
Me:  No, not mad, just confused.
Female voice in background:  What are you two doing?  You did not actually call her did you?
Callers A and B: No, wait, don’t take the phone.
Female Voice (Caller B’s Wife): Are you there?
*Call Gets Dropped*
 Text message arrives from Caller B’s Wife:  I am so sorry. I didn’t know they would actually call.
Me:  No worries.  I just didn’t know what was going on.  I was kind of out of it.
Text message from Caller B’s Wife: They said they were going to call you but by the time I realized they had dialed it was too late.
 *Phone Rings*
Caller B:  Are you mad at us?
Me: No, not at all.  I just was asleep and didn’t have any idea what was going on.
Caller B: Guess my bar tab.  If you guess within a reasonable amount, I’ll fly you down here.
Me: How many people are drinking?
Caller B; I don’t know. . . . Oh wait, caller A wants to talk to you.
Caller A: Hi.  Where are you?
Me:  I am at home in bed.  Where are you?
Caller A: Caller B’s wife is making us leave.  Wait . . . wait
Caller B’s Wife:  I cannot leave them alone for a minute.  Sorry again.
Me:  No worries.  Talk soon.  Miss and love you.
Caller B’s Wife:  Miss and love you too.
 *Phone Rings*
Caller A: Hey.
Caller B’s Wife:  Stop calling her.
Me:  Good night. 

I miss Texas a lot sometimes.  It is the people I miss, more than the weather or the landscape or the armadillos.  I miss my friends.  So, I am grateful that on a random Friday night, I was drunk dialed by people who love and miss me too.

PERSONAL NOTE:  Keep me posted on what’s going on and when you are coming back.

CONFIDENTIAL NOTE:  Stop hoarding and start enjoying.  You’ll find what’s missing.  I promise.