Feeling My Age Tonight (Oh, and Beat the Hell Out of OU)
It's Friday afternoon and of course the last couple of hours in the work day are dragging. But the weekend is almost here. The big OU game is tomorrow and I get some chance to rest. I swear, the weeks just get more and more hectic. Between work, trying to keep the house somewhat clean, and cooking, my days are eaten up. Well, I can't really complain about cooking because we all know I love working in the kitchen. I could do without all the cleaning, but I do tend to be on the domestic side of things, so it doesn't bother me as much as it may others.
Work continues to go well. It was a busy week, but everyone here's great. I've really warmed up to this place, and that usually takes some time for me. The employees actually consider this a team. It's not just a word management uses to try to inflate morale. I'm liking it here. Not crazy about the benefits packages available, but I found some cheaper, better ones online that I can buy for myself, so no worries.
So, tonight I'm going to my old high school's football game against our big rival. I'm looking forward to it, but NOT looking forward to feeling old. It should be fun. We're going with my sister and some of our friends. It'll be strange, though. I haven't been to a high school game in years, which is probably a good thing, considering I'm twelve years out of high school. Then it's off to my sister's for the usual Friday night beerfest. I can drown any lingering feelings of age-induced awkwardness with plenty of Tecate. Promises to be an interesting night.
Then THE game tomorrow. Hook 'em! Beat the hell out of OU!
Love to all (even if you are a sooner fan... heheh).
J
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With these words I vow to sponsor a Starbucks laced evening, prior to the close of this, unexpected, year.
d:-)
I just spent some time taking a glimpse into your life, smiling, sharing similar sentiments...
Appreciating the humor in the selfishness of the young; and the beauty that is bound to come from our aging souls.
Remembering the frustration of air mattresses gone flat; and elation at telling Capital Metro "I ain't coming back!"
Know that as you journey, you have a brotha on your team, hoping your boy chips in, so you no longer have to clean!
I'm going to stop before the rhyming gets worse.
[peace]
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