Till It Happens To You

I have ONE biscotti left. Its in a baggie, surrounded by cushy blue tissue, in the box it came it. I made a good cup of Ethiopia Sidamo Coffee, put in a little fresh nutmeg and was reaching for the golden biscotti when I changed my mind. I want to have that last one on a good day - on a great day - on a day when I can enjoy all the love and hard work that went into the baking of those little bits of joy. So back into the box it went, until that day.

That day obviously wasn't today, I suppose I don't even need to put that. But since I have a speaking and thus a typing style called circumstantiality, you get all the details, from leading up to, and what may have lead up to the leading up to time and what and so on until I've driven you nuts. Mostly its men who can't stand this. So, might be any time now, all the men readers drop off anyhow, so I can say just about anything I want about them.

For starters, my husband is mad at me. Lets see, the latest reason was because our daughter broke the dryer. Now, WHY would that be my fault. Well, the obvious would be that she came OUT of MY vagina, wouldn't it? But its more complex than that. Its because SHE dropped a package of steel guitar strings (a full set) down the lint trap in the dryer and then tried to turn it on and blew out the lights and everything on the back side of the house. Now, that sounds like its my fault, don't you think? I mean, she's 15 next week. Shouldn't she be able to do her OWN laundry without me standing there? And if I was there, I would have said to just leave all that stuff there on the WASHER alone. Because I found out later that there was in fact a neat pile about 10" high of my HUSBAND's STUFF, ie: music and a couple CD's and 2 packages of guitar strings. Apparently she pushed it all over onto the dryer and did her wash and then when she pulled out the lint filter in her flippant way, the guitar stings just jumped in. I DON'T KNOW how they got in there. And, you know what, its NOT MY FAULT. There! Papers and CD's and guitar strings should not be stored on the washer and dryer.

What if between the car and the door to the house there was a STOVE? Would a man STILL put his important stuff on there? I suppose even if it was a toilet he probably would - cause its right there BY the door. I give up.

Part 2 - Other MEN that REALLY annoy the shit out of me: This honor currently goes to the right Reverend Chris Schwab. How many of them can there be - who knows - if the shoe fits, and he wears shoes, he's a mainland dork - well, how's that go? if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it must be a duck... His holier than thou, put your quarter in the slot style of being a supposed minister just plain sucks! I was politer than that the other day, however I was less pissed off too. He has since proven he is basically a you know what. You know what he has on his mind? MONEY. Can you believe his first sermon of Lent was called First Sunday of Lent - First Fruits. He is a greedy, selfish, educated but stupid YOUNG man. He may have 10 years expience in counseling, he has told me that at least a half dozen times, but Uh Huh is not what I want to hear from a man that gets 70K a year to be the minister of a dwindling congregation of about 120 people. He seems to not notice more and more people NOT showing up. I wonder why? He wants us to increase what we give. Excuse me, but my rent just went up 25% and I have no idea where that is coming from. He wants to educate people on stewardship. I think he should educate him self on HUMILITY before he hardens into one of those big crystalized pile of dog shit! Oh, did I say something improper? Something offensive? No, I don't think so, I'm not stating it as fact, its my opinion. He is full of shit. And the worst part of that is, he's the only one who can't smell it.

So, I am done for now, but I'll be back :-) I can't let Chris Schit occupy space in my brain that he hasn't paid rent for. Hey Chris - Have a peaceful day.

Moving along the road of life, I'm looking forward to watching the Olympics tonight. I think the only man on mind at the moment is Apolo Ono...

I love the lyrics in this song that I have bolded. Listen to this song sometime and tell me if you ever had something like that happen in your life.

I know what I said
Was heat of the moment
But theres a little truth in between the words we've spoken
Its a little late now to fix the heart thats broken
Please don't ask me where I'm going
Cause I don't know
No I don't know anymore

It used to feel like heaven
Used to feel like may
I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony
Now they've gone away
Nobody wants to face the truth
But you wont believe what love can do
Till it happens to you
Till it happens to you

Went to the old flat
Guess I was trying to turn the clock back
How come that nothing feels the same now when I'm with you
We used to stay up all night in the kitchen
When our love was new
Oooh love I'm a fool to believe in you
Cause I don't know
No I don't know
Anymore

It used to feel like heaven
It used to feel like may
I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony
Now they've gone away
Nobody wants to know the truth
Until their hearts broken
Don't you dare tell them
What you think to do
Till they get over
You can only learn these things
From experience
When you get older
I just wish that someone would have told me
Till it happens to you
Till it happens to you
Till it happens to you


Music and Lyrics - Corinne Bailey Rae