Concrete Heart

Appropriate to my feelings today, I happened upon this along my walk this afternoon. It's the concrete. The pavement. Wet pavement with cracks and patches. Shaped like a heart. Can you make it out? ...nevermind my shadow, or the crappy focus from my phone camera.

I tried to pass it by, but couldn't. It required my attention...as my own concrete heart does today.

Brian was right...this is exactly how I feel today!

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I don't know why.

I'm feeling blue today. And, I don't really know why. Well, I could guess. There's several reasons, but none powerful enough to steal my joy. Brian suggests lolcats. Probably a good idea. Thanks, bud.

More than Tradition

Happy Black Thursday....er..I mean...Valentine's Day, ya'll!

For all the people in love...make sure your spouse/partner knows you love them, even if it's by giving him or her a card and/or gift on February 14th. It really DOES matter. Life is short, and you only get to enjoy one another for a short period of time.

For all those people not in love...just wait...your day's a comin'. Enjoy the ride until then!

In the meantime, I <3 my family & friends!

Bad Boys, Bad Boys....

I've been under the weather lately. Not sick enough to stay home and wrapped up in bed, necessarily, but sick enough to where I just don't really care about stuff around me. You know, 'cause I just don't feel good.

Last night after $1 Dinner at the church, we decided to head home instead of staying for class. My sister, my mom and I gabbing away in the car. As I neared home, I decided to run the yellow light at a turn signal....right directly in front of a cop. I spotted the lights on the top of the car just as I was rounding the corner, and thought..."CRAP! Oh, well."

A few yards further, and those lights were flashing. In my rear view mirror.

I pulled over, obviously frustrated. I mean, did he not have anything better to do? Seriously.

I got my license and registration, and poked it out the window before he even made his approach. He looked the registration over, and asked a couple of questions before handing it back to me and proceeded to take my license back to his car. I assessed the situation, and figured if I had to be stopped by a cop, it might as well be this one. He seemed fairly friendly, and CUTE!

He came back to my window, and handed my license back, "Looks like you have a pretty clean driving record."

"Yeah," I replied...still sounding completely uninterested, but looking at him directly in the eye.

He leaned down to see who else was in the car. He asked with a sheepish grin, "So, uh, why'd you blow that light back there?"

I just sorta shrugged, and my mom replied, "We were all just talking...and..."

He chuckled, "Well, STOP talking!"

I apologized, and he sent me on my way. As I pulled away, I joked with my mom and sister about what might have happened if I'd said what I really wanted to say:

"Whaddaya mean, officer? I blow yellow things all the time!"