|My moment of reflection|
|Written by Sarah Minges|
|Friday, December 28, 2012 6:53 PM|
I am sitting here reflecting on the past year. In my moment of reflection, the following are the truisms that I have stumbled upon.
Ninja Puppy will always roll in inappropriate things at the most inopportune times. ALWAYS. He has completed this feat with such astounding accuracy that at times I wonder if it is premeditated. Then I decide that it is, but there is not much I can do about it.
My GPS fills my daily life with amazing gems. It tells me which streets to turn down, which is a pretty good feature. Sometimes, however, it will order me to “Turn right down Unpaved Road.” Yes, an unnamed and unpaved road.
When I am driving my Jeep, this sounds like a party. The Bug isn’t as sure. But, either way, it is an adventure. Also, my GPS isn’t worldly or at least not French. When I say this I mean that it calls Boudinot Ave. “Boot-e-not” Avenue.
Ketchup cannot be used in moderation. Either you love it or you don’t. And when you do, well, there is no boundary to its endless glory. And those little packets of ketchup do not offer nearly enough tomato-y goodness. Luckily, I can use 10 to 20 packets in a sitting without repercussions.
I have noticed what I lack in substance when writing a birthday card, I make up for in exclamation points.
Year after year, I have come up against this unfortunate phenomenon. My fantasy football team will dominate through regular season and then choke during the first game of the playoffs. It makes me feel betrayed.
I thought we were friends - players I have never met! How could you do this to me again?! And when you get injured, why does it have to be in the first quarter?
I don’t get subs! All I am left with is regret and tears, yet again. And the worst part is I will come crawling back next year. Because, I believe in you, fantasy team, even when you don’t believe in yourself.
My alarm never lets me sleep long enough. NEVER. And the snooze is never long enough. But, most days I wake up before the alarm anyway.
The only end to water skiing season is when people refuse to take me out on their boat because they think it is too cold. I am always cold. And in situations where it is actually too cold, I might still be able to water ski. After all, hypothermia is mostly curable. At least I think it is.
In any case, this is what I have learned this year. Eat ketchup for dinner, write birthday cards, don’t play fantasy football, water ski until the water is frozen in which case you will snow ski or perhaps ice skate, wake up in enough time to let Ninja Puppy outside and clean him up upon his return home, and finally drive down as many unpaved roads as possible. Because in the end, we have to make our own adventure.
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