30

I'm knocking on Death's door. Today is my birthday and I've officially kissed my twenties goodbye. You may now refer to me as the "Walking Fossil".

A reflection on a post...

I just read a post on my friend Sarah’s blog. I really enjoyed this post. Her home sounds very relaxing and inviting. Sarah is a gifted writer and the scene that she set was very warm. Our house would read something like this...

I've locked myself in the bathroom. It’s my last bastion of peace and solitude. I know that it is only a matter of time before they find me. In the hallway, I can hear them. They are getting closer. Then I hear Ashton say, “I have to go to the bathroom.” It’s all about to end. Grace is now crying, because Houston slammed his bedroom door on her. Ashton is pounding on the bathroom door warning that he is going to pee his pants. Bridget is threatening Houston with the wooden spoon and Grace is still crying. The laundry is reaching critical levels, the dishes need done and I just heard the faint whimpers of my wife as she lies on the floor of the boy’s bedroom in the fetal position because she just realized I'm leaving this weekend for school and she will be home alone.

Vibrating Cell Phones...

Some may disagree, but I find it very amusing when I’m sitting in a meeting and someone’s cell phone is going off, while on vibrate mode. The comical thing is that the setting is designed to avoid the kind of embarrassing situation where your phone interrupts whatever is going on draws unwanted attention to yourself. Yet the vibrate mode on most phones is so strong that the sound emitted from the vibrating phone is more distracting than that of the standard ringtone. To me, it’s just kind of funny.