PJ

Pj's, not to be confused with BJ's which is a fine dining establishment that we frequent for their daily specials, are awesome. Who ever thought spending a day in them could be so rewarding. I cannot recount the last time I wore them all day long, and alas i cannot say that today made it in the record books either for i admittedly had to put on gym clothes to visit the workout room, and then I did give in an shower before we went to eat at BJs and then to a used bookstore. That brings up another point, half priced or reduced price book stores. Great idea, don't get me wrong, but I feel on a ccertain level we are just feeding the animal. The only people who like to go into tose places are those who read way too much to begin with. The ones who sell their books back end up leaving with more than they came with and therefore spending just a few dollars over what they earned and therefore the viscious circle continues on, which keeps the store in business, and so on and so forth. Now, don't get me wrong, I love these people aforementioned as book addicts dearly. I currently live with one, well for another week. I grew up with two in house and for a time of my life in elementary school I was one of them. Since then, my mind has filled, my time has been called for by many other avenues such as school, doctoral projects, mindless movie watching during any free time, and of course pointless blogging such as the present. With this maturation and strolling away I find that anything I do read I like it to either feed a deeper longing such as something focused on my spiritual growth, a classic of American literature that will be a common buildig block for intellectual conversations with random strangers, or something completely entertaining like the history of farting book which was spotted at the un-named reader's delight location.
Anyway, I must go tend to my 101 Famous Poems discount purchase on this Memorial Day. I might even put on my pjs again, don't want to deviate from a good thing.

Looking at the bright side

I tend to be an optimist; I mean who likes people who are always seeing the bad side of things? Why not enjoy what ya got in front of you and go from there? What's wrong with seeing the cliche glass as half full?

Nothing.

So, when we get the chance to spend a whole class period playing DDR and exploring kid games outside on a bright sunshiny day I get excited. It actually makes me mad to hear those pessimists and Debby Downers complain about our tuition dollars at work. Sure, we all know the benefits of different types of exercise and we can figure out in the drop of a hat what certain toys are targeting, but get over yourself and your all important things to do and have some fun. Try to beat me at chicken limbo, act silly and goofy playing Hullabaloo like a 3 year old...I dare you.

Not only do I get really excited about fun activity mornings, as I was riding home today I had another great optomistic spin on a not so great situation...too bad I can't remember right now...
But take this for instance, it's cool not to have glasses for reading b/c then you have an excuse for not having to check your email as much, or that you must close your eyes and rest your head in class due to the headache from trying to see the world without major fuzz and double lines.

Ya know what else is great paying for a Frosty in all pennies. It makes the girls at the drive through window smile too; you just have to hope you get someone with an equally optomistic attitude that works there and is glad to have lots more change in the drawer than they did before.

Someday I might try paying a bill at the local bar on dollar draft night in all pennies...well probably not b/c won't be here that many more Tuesdays, and I already can tell the regular tues night waitress is not a flaming optomoist...sela vi (totally spelled wrong, sound it out)

Good night folks, i get to fall asleep to the croak of insects, humm of electricity, and revving engines tonight, gotta love living on the south side:)

Until next time keep making those eggs sunny side up

Machete

Here's a little pearl of wisdom for you eager beavers out there. In Nicaragua the tool of the trade is a machete. The people living in more rural areas walk around with one no big deal. It is a useful item to have in case you need to clear a field, blaze a trail, or practice combative fighting (not really, but it'd be fun to see). Since it is so common and a tradition of the people it is said that whatever your trade, the tool of your trade is your machete. We think of a hammer as the tool for a carpenter; the stethoscope is the doctor's signature item worn at all times. What have we physical therapists got? Our hands. We carry our machetes with us at all times, ready to be used when called into action. Our machetes can be strong or soft, listening or telling, guiding or following. Our tool is common, all have them just as all have machetes. What is your machete?