Let's Not Think This Through...

I haven't blogged in a year+. I think this is because I started thinking too hard about blog topics instead of reacting publicly to all the things that happen around me. Thinking hard has never done me any favors. I tried to think of baby boy names on the eventuality that Jeff and I would one day bring a son home. Hard thinking got me Blyvonik. It's a family name, or so I remember being told. Jeff felt differently. He asked why name our son something complicated and foreign sounding. There are plenty of English names that portray the same image. Words like Pneumonia or Syphilis. I still beg to differ. The middle names I initially suggested for our first daughter, after deep thought, ended up being the names of noxious weeds. Again, I was thinking too hard. I have a habit of this over-thinking business. Not so long ago, after one of the girls had been ill and I'd completely lost track of the days of the week, I enlisted Jeff for the bucket holding, warm bath running, sheet bleaching duties so I could get out of the house for a bit. Because my life is glamorous and exciting, I was headed to Petsmart. I parked in their lot and noticed there weren't many other people there. "Quicker trip for me", I thought. I walked up to the door and expected that automatic open and whoosh of inside air. I got neither. I knew they weren't closed because it was 6:15. My brain fired right up and went to work solving the problem. Sometimes, there are those "what would you do" shows where they demonstrate how dependent on electronics and computers people have become. The people will just walk away and give up on crossing a to-do off their list instead of employing the old opposable thumbs grasp and pull technique. Well, I was not going to be that guy! So I waited just a second, kind of moved around in front of the doors thinking perhaps I'd missed the camera angle, but to no avail. When that didn't work I took things into my own hands. I crammed my fingers in between where the glass doors met and started prying them apart. It took some serious effort. They didn't want to open, but I knew anyone who saw me would say to themselves or their small, impressionable children, "look at that woman! She's not waiting for it to be done, she's DOING it! THAT is who you want to be!!" I made it through the first set of doors only to be met by a second set. In for a dime, in for a dollar. Once again, I got my fingers in there and forced my way in. I was sweating now and my fingertips stung a bit. They were also covered in something black from all the pressure I'd applied to the rubber door jams. As the second door opened, I looked up and there were the people rooting for me. Only they weren't rooting for me. There were three employees and one customer finishing up his transaction. They were all staring at me and then one of the employees said very slowly as if maybe I needed slow words so as to understand, "ma'am? We're closed." Well, at least now I knew what day and time it was as I walked through the partially separated doors, one set of which had actually been pushed off the track. "I'll go wait in the car" I said to myself since I was alone. What really sucks is this Petsmart is approximately 2 minutes from my house. Dammit self!!

So, you can expect a lot less thinking from me from now on. No more funny business. I'm all in.

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