Why?

I'm not always sure that my brain is wired correctly. I have a strange gift (some call it a curse) of being able to connect seemingly random items together. My free word association and stream of consciousness often connects phrases with words, words with old school hip hop lyrics and lyrics with bad movies. At times I wonder if I have trouble making new memories - most of my cultural references are stuck in the 80s and 90s and are often connected to old school hip hop. This is my curse. The Curse of the Gers. Adding to the curse - a gift from my wife on the 1,001 beers to try before you die. I doubt she expected me to try them all. That is now an addition to my quest. So, add some alcohol to my random pop-culture linkages.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Is Mom Proud?


Yesterday, I left work at lunch on a simple mission. I walked the short walk to the library up the street to pick up a few books for my upcoming vacation. Nothing like a few hardcover books to make me happy on this annual vacation.

So, I grabbed my lunch and ate it on the way. I picked out a couple of books that I don't think I've read yet (I didn't have my trusty 'books read' list with me and my memory, she's not that good). Then I started walking back to work. I had my library books in my left hand and a nice crisp apple in my right hand (not to mention the chocolate milk in my jacket pocket).

I guess this is what I've become - a (now) married guy in his mid-thirties walking home from the library eating an apple. Apparently I live in Winchestertonville, Iowa and turned into Opie Taylor. I guess my mom should be proud?
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