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.
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.
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.
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.
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.