Hey Folks!
I was sitting here reflecting on my day and thought perhaps some of you might enjoy hearing what my day is like. Its nothing special but today had a few honorable mentions. So, without further ado, I give you A Day In The Life of Born_Again.
Well, I suppose this day started like any other. A sudden jolt into consciousness by the alarm was routine. I stumbled out of my bed with the half awake arm swinging for such said alarm clock. As always, my morning was hampered by stubbing my tow on the alarm clock. This seems to happen just about every day which I find increasingly disturbing considering the alarm clock is on a shelf, no less than 4 feet off the ground. But non-the-less, it happens just the same.
So after at least a minute of explaining to my alarm clock that it is incredibly low on the food chain and its days are numbered, I head for the kitchen. Obviously this means one thing... Coffee time!!! Now, I try to be efficient in most things I do so I am currently devising a way to not only have coffee whilst in the shower, but to brew it in the shower. That way, its guaranteed fresh. Well, this morning only shows its back to the drawing board. Those little shelves, you know, the ones IN the shower? They are infact only made for shampoo and such. I was upset to find out that the tub manufacturer did not have coffee pots in mind while designing it.
Fast forward to getting dressed. After an extensive game of tug-o-war with the cat over a shirt I guess we both wanted to wear, I had the daunting task of deciding what to have for breakfast. Bagel, cereal, pop-tart, and slimjim were my options. Now, I try to be adventurous but I wasn't sure the slimjim was a healthy option first thing in the morning. I was able to quickly solve this issue by placing the slimjim between the bagel halves. Success screamed through the air as I savored each bite. I had overcome diversity in its simplest form. I created, the Bagel-Jim.
Having a sense of accomplishment, I strapped on my rollerblades and headed out the door. Munching on my Bagel-Jim, I scooted down the street. The journey went fairly well for a couple of hours until I realized I should have been at work at least an hour before that. The only thing I could do at this point was to call in sick. Calling in sick really wasn't that far from the truth. See, my intestinal tract didn't feel that same sense of accomplishment about the Bagel-Jim that I did. At least not yet.. But I'll get to that part a little later.
Now I had been skating alone for a few hours and we were creeping up on lunch time. But I had the feeling I was being followed. I did my best to not look behind me, but there was such a looming presence, I couldn't help but at least glance. And sure enough, there it was. This was an odd occasion. It had happened once before but that was years ago. Its rather unsettling to realize you are being tailed by a wigwam. Yes, you read right, a wigwam. But in seeing this, I was quickly reminded of something. Where there is a wigwam, there is Taco Tuesday!
So off I went to my favorite taco joint. Its a small hole in the wall, but they have the most authentic tacos you can find. Im talking about none other than, Gunters Sausage Hut. Gunter had really perfected the authenticity with his sauerkraut. Between that and the fine selection of sausages, you are guaranteed for the best taste of Mexico in three counties.
Gunter knew I must have had a wigwam encounter the moment I skated in the door. He quickly rushed to get my usual. Gunter is a proud man. He takes special care in all his food. He'll even, on request of course, place your food in the shape of a smiley face on the plate. He is by far, the best Asian-German-American I have ever met.
After consuming my authentic tacos, it was time to roll out again. But unfortunately, I wasn't the only thing considering rolling out.. Remember the Bagel-Jim? Apparently, Bagel-Jim and Sausage Taco are not friends. And by the feel of things, I didn't sense any kind of co-existence on the horizon. Anywho... lets fast forward.
I skated my way home, realizing I had wasted an entire day. I would like to note that at least 3 hours of the day were committed to the intestinal disagreement. As I approached my street, I felt a sense of relief knowing I was heading for a pretty decent nap. But the hopes and dreams were soon crushed. There, blocking my door was none other than that stupid wigwam. I didn't think it knew where I lived but I think it had been spying since our last encounter. Now, we were destined for a showdown. I was tired of living in fear of this prairie life dwelling. I was tired of sleeping with one eye open. I wasn't about to go one more day wondering if I would fall at the hands of wigwam. It ended today.
How did it end? Well, unfortunately the details are far too graphic to post on this forum. But I know I will sleep well tonight. I will no longer be haunted by the thought of an ancient abode ceaselessly waiting for me to come outside. I have conquered this blessed taco Tuesday. So here I sit at the computer, rejoicing in the little victories in life. And I hope, you, the reader, will find inspiration in my story. Whether you are haunted by a Tepee, wigwam, or even just a small shed in your back yard, take on that goliath and go in peace.
I was sitting here reflecting on my day and thought perhaps some of you might enjoy hearing what my day is like. Its nothing special but today had a few honorable mentions. So, without further ado, I give you A Day In The Life of Born_Again.
Well, I suppose this day started like any other. A sudden jolt into consciousness by the alarm was routine. I stumbled out of my bed with the half awake arm swinging for such said alarm clock. As always, my morning was hampered by stubbing my tow on the alarm clock. This seems to happen just about every day which I find increasingly disturbing considering the alarm clock is on a shelf, no less than 4 feet off the ground. But non-the-less, it happens just the same.
So after at least a minute of explaining to my alarm clock that it is incredibly low on the food chain and its days are numbered, I head for the kitchen. Obviously this means one thing... Coffee time!!! Now, I try to be efficient in most things I do so I am currently devising a way to not only have coffee whilst in the shower, but to brew it in the shower. That way, its guaranteed fresh. Well, this morning only shows its back to the drawing board. Those little shelves, you know, the ones IN the shower? They are infact only made for shampoo and such. I was upset to find out that the tub manufacturer did not have coffee pots in mind while designing it.
Fast forward to getting dressed. After an extensive game of tug-o-war with the cat over a shirt I guess we both wanted to wear, I had the daunting task of deciding what to have for breakfast. Bagel, cereal, pop-tart, and slimjim were my options. Now, I try to be adventurous but I wasn't sure the slimjim was a healthy option first thing in the morning. I was able to quickly solve this issue by placing the slimjim between the bagel halves. Success screamed through the air as I savored each bite. I had overcome diversity in its simplest form. I created, the Bagel-Jim.
Having a sense of accomplishment, I strapped on my rollerblades and headed out the door. Munching on my Bagel-Jim, I scooted down the street. The journey went fairly well for a couple of hours until I realized I should have been at work at least an hour before that. The only thing I could do at this point was to call in sick. Calling in sick really wasn't that far from the truth. See, my intestinal tract didn't feel that same sense of accomplishment about the Bagel-Jim that I did. At least not yet.. But I'll get to that part a little later.
Now I had been skating alone for a few hours and we were creeping up on lunch time. But I had the feeling I was being followed. I did my best to not look behind me, but there was such a looming presence, I couldn't help but at least glance. And sure enough, there it was. This was an odd occasion. It had happened once before but that was years ago. Its rather unsettling to realize you are being tailed by a wigwam. Yes, you read right, a wigwam. But in seeing this, I was quickly reminded of something. Where there is a wigwam, there is Taco Tuesday!
So off I went to my favorite taco joint. Its a small hole in the wall, but they have the most authentic tacos you can find. Im talking about none other than, Gunters Sausage Hut. Gunter had really perfected the authenticity with his sauerkraut. Between that and the fine selection of sausages, you are guaranteed for the best taste of Mexico in three counties.
Gunter knew I must have had a wigwam encounter the moment I skated in the door. He quickly rushed to get my usual. Gunter is a proud man. He takes special care in all his food. He'll even, on request of course, place your food in the shape of a smiley face on the plate. He is by far, the best Asian-German-American I have ever met.
After consuming my authentic tacos, it was time to roll out again. But unfortunately, I wasn't the only thing considering rolling out.. Remember the Bagel-Jim? Apparently, Bagel-Jim and Sausage Taco are not friends. And by the feel of things, I didn't sense any kind of co-existence on the horizon. Anywho... lets fast forward.
I skated my way home, realizing I had wasted an entire day. I would like to note that at least 3 hours of the day were committed to the intestinal disagreement. As I approached my street, I felt a sense of relief knowing I was heading for a pretty decent nap. But the hopes and dreams were soon crushed. There, blocking my door was none other than that stupid wigwam. I didn't think it knew where I lived but I think it had been spying since our last encounter. Now, we were destined for a showdown. I was tired of living in fear of this prairie life dwelling. I was tired of sleeping with one eye open. I wasn't about to go one more day wondering if I would fall at the hands of wigwam. It ended today.
How did it end? Well, unfortunately the details are far too graphic to post on this forum. But I know I will sleep well tonight. I will no longer be haunted by the thought of an ancient abode ceaselessly waiting for me to come outside. I have conquered this blessed taco Tuesday. So here I sit at the computer, rejoicing in the little victories in life. And I hope, you, the reader, will find inspiration in my story. Whether you are haunted by a Tepee, wigwam, or even just a small shed in your back yard, take on that goliath and go in peace.
