Lit Up

Well folks, I was really looking forward to making my next entry into this here blog a diatribe on my skewed views of men/women relationships.....seeing as how I'm a chauvenist and all. By the way, just a side note that may explain or excuse anything that is said herein in this entry: I've had a long, stressful day—well, maybe not long, but stressful at least—and I've drank—no, drunk is the proper form—a pint of some really really good Bavarian wheat beer and a glass of some really really really super sweet port wine.

So, like I said, I wanted to entertain my current audience of two—Melissa, meet Lori; Lori, meet Melissa—with my chauvinistic views of relationships, but my boss and some other important people that make the calls for us peons (or is it pee-ons?) has decided in their great money-hungry wisdom that I should go up to some place in New Jersey called Cape May.....I'm sorry, I think that fine German beer and that sweet port wine are influencing me right now. Actually, I'm not. I was pretty ticked off about 3 hours earlier, so I'd say my over-relaxed state-of-mind right now is an improvement on the situation.

Okay, so back to what I was trying to say. If things work out as planned, I am supposed to fly up to this stupid place called Cape May, NJ for a couple two or three days to do some work. And then it'll be off to somewhere else. For those who know me, I don't like being told to do something on a short spur-of-the-moment's notice. If I have the option to do it or not do it, that's fine, or if you give me a day or two's notice that works as well. But change plans on me just like that, and not only do I get stressed, but I also get pretty ticked off with you as well. Here I haven't even had this job two weeks and I'm already griping about it like I was an old-timer! Hmmm.....I'm thankful God, I'm thankful God......I've been doing a lot of praying today, asking Him to help me trust Him with my circumstances. I am such a worry-wart (or is it wort???).

Okay, so while I'm in this buzzed, semi-drunk mode, I would just like to say a great big thank you to all my loyal fans and supporters! Wow, just a little secret about me—if you ever want to pry deep, dark secrets out of me or get me to really open up about what I'm feeling—get me drunk. Not like stupid, pass-out drunk, but just enough to where I want to talk. I'll tell ya what—from what I've observed of myself, I'm a pretty entertaining drunk. Actually, I hate to use the word, "drunk". Would a drunk man, put a comma after the word, "word", or the word "drunk" in quotations?? I think not. Lets use a less drastic word such as "buzzed" or "lit up". I personally like the phrase "lit up". It conveys a sense of fun and jovialiaty, with a possible hint of orneriness in it as well.

Okay, so now that I've either proven to you that I'm not drunk, or that I'm very entertaining when I am drunk, lets move on to what I was really writing this entry for......(another side-note to prove I am not drunk: never end a sentence with a preposition like I just did. Would I know that if I was really drunk??? I submit to you that I would not.)
So, where was I? Oh, I was going to say that when I am buzzed, lit up, or drunk, I am very entertaining. I am either a big cut-up, or I'm one of those guys that starts crying and getting all emotional…..yuck! Think about planes, think about World War II, think about chess, think about anything that doesn't get you emotional.....MUST NOT GET EEEMOOOTIOOONAAAAl......said in a struggling super-hero voice......

Okay, so that's about the fifth time I've used "okay" to begin a paragraph. Anyway, I'll most likely be in stinkin' old New Jersey tomorrow afternoon. Well, I suspect, it's part of God trying to teach me to trust Him in all circumstances. I'm stubborn, but He keeps working with me. I was going to come up with a list of complaints like I think I did in the last post, but I am just to....lit up.....to do that. I'm in a sappy, emotional mood swing right now. It must be that time of the month for me. Okay, that time of the day. Did I ever tell you how much I love you??? Did I ever tell you that I want to marry you??? Okay, I'm sorry, I actually made myself just chuckle out loud there. I guess I actually have an audience of three.....at least when I'm.....lit up. I find myself quite entertaining when I'm…lit up. I wonder how many times I could use the phrase....lit up…in this entry? Hmm…well, I won't try because I suspect that would just bore everybody but me. Of course, I suspect I'm boring everybody but me anyway. And if I keep it up, maybe I'll even get bored with myself.....blah, blah, blah.

Well, this has been an interesting entry—at least for me, it has. Of course, I'm....lit up. So maybe that's why. Even stupid things like what I just wrote can be funny if you're....lit up.

12:35 AM

Oh, man, what was I thinking, writing when I was lit up like that??? I'm more back to normal now….whew, I'll go ahead and post that entry, but I'm having my doubts. You guys might think I drink too much or for the wrong reasons. Probably both are true at times. Ugh, I don't like that brutal honesty policy I'm trying to stick to in this blog. Usually, I like to go back and reread what I've written, but I think I might pass on this one. I'm pretty sure it was dumb and mostly nonsense. What on earth was I doing saying "lit up".....that's not even funny. Well, I guess I was entertaining myself at least. I've got a feeling that happens quite often when I do drink too much—I amuse myself and no one else......no, I know better, others are entertained too, at least occasionally. Just maybe not quite as much as I am. Oh well, for what it's worth, this entry is getting posted…and I'm keeping that stupid title too. Wow, how dumb......