Some mornings, I’ll wake up and just feel like crap. It happens to all of us and I don’t believe that it’s indicative of a larger problem (so please…no more interventions, all right?) When my alarm goes off, I’ll leap from my bed like a cat who was just hit with a taser, begin to strike the aforementioned clock until it stops making noise (which has led to injuries for both parties), then try and remember the more important factoids for the upcoming days including, but not limited to my name, where I live, and just why the hell is that damn clock making so much freaking noise.
After I remember how to walk, I begrudgingly make my way to the shower. Please don’t get me wrong, I’m all for personal hygiene. It’s just that once I’m in the shower, I’m committed to the day. There’s no turning back. I am officially and completely awake. (This usually leads to a good deal of cursing.) I shower, brush my teeth, accept the fact that I need to shave but choose not to, then make my way back to my room. Assuming that I have to go to work that day, I stare at my closet for a while, trying to will my clothes from their hangers. Surprisingly, this has never worked. It then becomes a matter of which shirt is the least wrinkled, soon followed by which pants are the least wrinkled, and then I finish it all off with the hope that these two items will match…at least a little.
Now, next is the point in my day where it can take a dramatic turn for the better. I set myself down and prepare to put on my shoes. And on rare occasions, I look down to my chosen footwear and, sure enough, my shoelaces are already untied. Is there a greater feeling? You’re probably saying to yourself, “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. How can the overall mood of your day be predicated on your shoelaces?” Well, Mister or Miss (or Misses, lest I be accused of exclusivity), back off! It’s the little things in life that make me smile, so quit raining on my parade. I mean, think about it. I’m already annoyed for having to wake up early and if I’m ready to put on my shoes, I’m just about ready to leave. If the shoes are tied, there’s another obstacle preventing me from progressing in my day (or in other words, being a step closer to going back to bed.) But on good days, I can just slide my feet right in and go. I don’t even need to tie them, really. I can just make my way to the car and tie them at red lights, thereby redirecting my focus and preventing me from being annoyed with said lights and, quite possibly, eliminating the desire to run someone off the road for no other reason than to project my anger somewhere else!
And you thought I was being silly. The reality is I just saved your life…from me…and my road rage…that can only be assuaged by tying shoes. All right, perhaps I was being silly.
All I need to know, I learned in Kindergarten. Except for how to hold my liquor…
November 24, 2007. Mike "Dickie" McCord. No Comments.
Blue Mile Podcast – Back in the Saddle Again
Blue Mile Podcast – Back in the Saddle Again
The Podcast Boys try to get back on the wagon and, in doing so, remember just why they fell off in the first place.
November 23, 2007. Podcasts. No Comments.
BlueMilePodcast.com – The First of the New Podcasts
Talk about slow and steady! We’re moving over to new servers, so ease up on the complaints, Tugas!
November 17, 2007. Podcasts. No Comments.
BlueMilePodcast.com – We’re Working On It!
Neither Tugas nor I have any idea of what we’re doing, so you’re going to have to cut us some slack regarding the new BlueMilePodcast.com. We have all sorts of great ideas, most (if not all) of which will never actually come about! So check back often and see what we’re up to! To be honest…I’m not even sure why we need this particular application.
Ask Tugas. She seems to know what’s going on…
-Mike
November 17, 2007. Teh Podcasty. No Comments.
What is the Blue Mile Podcast?
We've often wondered the same thing. We're pretty sure that we're a sketch comedy troupe from Upstate New York and New England. We'd tell you more, but your question has sent us into an existential crisis. Thanks a lot.
