Carpe Diem!

Carpe Diem! It means "seize the day!" I felt like I certainly did that today. Now that I introduced today, I shall begin by talking about yesterday. On my way to work I ran over something metallic, and very pointed, double pointed in fact. You can always tell when you run over something and it sticks in your tire because there's a slight variation in how the steering feels, and there's a god-awful, swear-inducing "KER-CHUNCK!" noise every few seconds. Luckily, I was only a few car lengths away from work, and had arrived very early to catch up on some paper work. However, my car, being the brat that she is, demanded my attention, instead. You know, it was this kind of situation that would cause me to crave a great big greasy cheeseburger, with no pickles, in the past. Either from Wendy's or Culver's. Just drown my sorrow, self-pity, and five layers of meat and American cheese, that could cause a heart attack just by looking at it. But I manage to overcome that as I kept thinking, "would a great big greasy cheeseburger, with no pickles, really make this situation any better?" Part of brain was screaming, "YES! Of course a great big greasy cheeseburger, with no pickles, would make this situation better, it would make almost any situation better." As I rose off my back from the cement, succeeding in attaching my spare tire, I threw my thoughts away because they obviously don't give good advice, and didn't have my best interests in mind, (ha, thoughts, in mind). So, I went to work. Although a great big greasy cheeseburger, with no pickles, would make feel better, TEMPORARILY, it would not remove the metallic, double pointed object from my tire.

Now to today. Oh I seized today alright; I seized it by the haunches, wrestled it to the ground, and made it my pet. Today can be summed up in three small words, "Its a boy." Again, another situation in the past where I would think a you know what, with no pickles, would make infinitely better; a perfect way to celebrate. But as I stood there in that dim lit room, and stared at that black and white image of my son to be, I felt a whirlwind of emotion that swept away almost everything that I thought was important before. That little guy was going to need me and I owe it to him to be as healthy as I can be so that I can take all his needs, throw them on my shoulders and carry them all for him until he can take a few for himself. The first thing that he will be taking are the pickles.

The tire was easily fixed for a very reasonable price. No great big greasy cheeseburger, with no pickles, needed here. Instead, for lunch I just had a sandwich. I think I'm pretty close to concluding that the sandwich is the most superior of all foods. It is the Jedi Master of foods. It's so customizable to fit your personal needs. If you haven't found a sandwich that's perfect for you, then maybe you need take some time off, and smell the wheat bread. Every layer can be changed and swapped out for something else, creating a whole new taste and nutritional content. I almost always go with some sort of variation on the ham and cheese, and all time classic, with no pickles. Well, I went to the fridge today, and I knew we had ham in there but I almost made a critical mistake that could have cost me a vital number of points. I reached in the fridge and grabbed the first thing I perceived as sandwich ham. I nab the package open it up and say to myself, "this ham is awful thick for sandwich ham. " Looking back on it now, I see myself in slow motion about to place the mysteriously thick ham onto my sandwich when I stopped myself and read the package. There it was, clear as crystal, (which is not always perfectly clear by the way) "HAM STEAKS." This was not sandwich ham at all, but ham for some future dinner. I luckily discovered my mistake in the nick of time, (get it? the NICK of time, eh? Eh?) and was able to save my sandwich and our future dinner with one moment just stopping and taking the time to smell the Monterey Jack Cheese. Huzzah! Having taken the day off, I had plenty of time to walk the dogs. However, in the future I will have to motivate my legs to get this done earlier, before work.

Tonight was brenner, (breakfast for dinner), a favorite in this household. We had omelets. And they were delicious, filling and satisfying. Then we went to a movie, 'How to Train Your Dragon.' I strongly recommend it if you're looking for a quality family film, or a classic example of Campbell's "The Hero's Journey." It was too bad we couldn't see it in 3D, I think it would have made it better, but it held up well without that gimmick. We didn't succumb to the movie snack temptation. Dinner was filling enough where we felt like we didn't need it. However, I'll always condone sneaking snacks in to the theater. If you feel guilty about it, don't. I am friends with some cinema employees and they are the first to admit that movie snack prices are unreasonable, and if they were working and spotted somebody sneaking in a more nutritional alternative they would go as far as providing a cup for you to enjoy your substitute theater delight, with no pickles.

I'm going to try to ride my bike to work tomorrow, but if I'm going to do that regularly I'm going to have to get the rear light replaced.

Its a boy!