Something That Digs At Us

Isn't it funny how we start reading an article or story or whatever in a magazine/book/what-have-you in the waiting room of some office somewhere and get hooked on it? So much so that we're actually disappointed when we get called for our appointment. No? Just me? Well, whatever... okay... so I sometimes find myself interested in an article or story or whatever in some waiting room reading material, and I'm disappointed to actually be called for my appointment. I rarely take the reading material with me into the office (although I've often been frustrated that I didn't when I have to wait longer in a back room) and I have never ever ever taken the reading material with me (does anyone do that?). But I often find myself thinking about whatever it was I was so interested in long after the appointment is done. And I'm disappointed that I didn't pay more attention to it or somehow acquire it for later perusal. For example, I remember over Christmas last year (yes, I've thought about it for this long), I was in the hair salon. While I waited for Juanita, I was reading Marie Claire. I got interested in this article. I read it. I re-read it. Shoot... I think it was even my GRANNY's magazine (that she had given to the salon once she was finished with it)! I've continued to think about that article and wish I had a copy of it. No one in the entire world would've cared if I had taken that issue of Marie Claire home with me. And not only that, but I could've easily swung by the grocery store on my way home and picked up my own copy. But I didn't. And I still think about that article. I'm ridiculous. You know that, right?

Anyway, my latest fascination is with Uncle Ben's Quotebook (yes, I remembered this time). Every time I visit one particular local office, I flip through it and thoroughly amuse myself reading through the little nuggets of wisdom. I found myself thinking about Uncle Ben this evening and wondered to myself why I didn't just get my own darn copy of his quotebook. I won't... because I'm cheap like that (oddly enough, I won't spend $10 to get this book that I've been thinking about a lot... but I'll drop $100 on purple, pink, and blue wigs without even blinking... again, if you didn't already know it, know it now... I'm r.i.d.i.c.u.l.o.u.s).

Here are a few samples from Uncle Ben for you that I found on ye olde interweb (because you know I don't have a good enough memory to remember any of 'em myself!):

When God bolts a door,
don't try to get through a window.

It's what we learn
after we think we know it all
that counts.

If you want your dreams to come true,
don't oversleep.

Thank goodness it's finally Friday, eh? Here's hoping I write better posts next week! Maybe I should get back to taking pictures. At least that helped break up the boring monotony, huh? I like pictures. I like taking them. I like being in them. I like it when other people like taking them. Pictures are fun.

Oh, and one more thing... Saturday is the Brooklet Peanut Festival!!! Who else is excited for the Slow Tractor Race?!?! If I miss it again this year, I'm buying a tractor to slow-race myself. Got it, Jon? I'm serious. Your paycheck is going to John Deere if you don't make the Slow Tractor Race a priority this year. Oh yeah, and there MUST MUST MUST be cotton candy. Period. There's a race/walk in the AM, but it starts at 7. I wish I was energetic enough to participate. But I'll be sleeping. Besides, I've been off my running schedule. Darn it. I really should get back to that. Well, there's always next week if I'm lucky. Peace out, homies. Have a fabulous and lovely weekend.