Oh.
Hey.
Sorry. I didn't see you there because I've been staring down at my phone playing Clash of Clans nonstop for the last 14 months (or however long it has been since my last post). I guess I did do a couple other things as well, but mostly I was sitting in the bathroom playing Clash of Clans.
I can't feel my legs.
At all.
If I were attacked by a ferocious, but very slow moving man and/or bear eating dragon, I'd be dead meat because all I would be able to do is pull myself across the ground with my hands. Hands? Ha. Who am I kidding? With my hand. The other hand would still be playing Clash of Clans. Little babies who just learned to crawl and people who could only walk with the assistance of those walkers with tennis balls on them, they'd be fine. Pre-schools and nursing homes would be unaffected by this dragon because, as I mentioned earlier, he's not quick. His pray would be people like me. People with dead, useless bathroom phone legs and only one available hand to try drag themselves across the bathroom tile with in a futile attempt at escape.
I've decided I'm ready to start feeling my legs again so I can be prepared in the event of a slow dragon attack and also to spend more time in other rooms of the house or even outside maybe. We'll see. I'm done with smartphones though. That's for sure. I think I was addicted to smart phones- specifically Clash of Clans and getting likes on Facebook statuses. If I had of continued down the road I was heading I could easily see myself on the street in some beat up old wheelchair begging all the passers by, "Please, could you spare a few likes on my last facebook status. Please. I need it so badly. Please. I have bathroom phone legs. I sat on the toilet for too long. I 've learned my lesson though. Anything helps." Maybe some exceptionally generous person would come along, like the status and then decide to share it as well. I'd probably break into pathetic sobs. "Thank you. God bless you ma'am. God bless you!" (It would be a girl. They are good people- those ladies). That's not where I want to be in five years- relying on the good will of women who are far kinder than they are choosey about the facebook statuses they like and share. I knew I had to make a change.
Anyways, now that I'm all done with smartphones I'm learning to walk again. I'd forgotten how to read so I'm learning to do that again as well. Also, some things did happen yesterday that I decided I wanted to tell somebody about. I've seen the numbers of people who read these blog posts so I guess what I'm trying to say is that there are 5-7 people who I thought I would like to share the following with:
I was cutting a board with a saw yesterday because that's a thing I've started to do these days- cut boards with saws and then nail them to other boards I also have cut with saws. I built a table yesterday. Anyways, I was cutting a board and decided not to use my safety glasses because they weren't already on my face and sometimes I can be a little lazy. Well, that is a risky, dangerous thing to do, especially if you value your eyesight. Fortunately for me a higher power was looking out for me and as soon as I started cutting, my eyes were immediatly filled with a protective coat of sawdust so if anything else came flying at my eyes, like say, a bigger piece of sawdust, I would be protected. After having an experience like that it is hard not to think of the Alabama song that goes something like this:
"Momma couldn't see him,
but I'm sure he was there,
and I knew all that sawdust in my eyes was an answer to my prayers.
Ohhhhhhhh ohhhh. I believe there are
Angels with sawdust
Sent down to us from heaven up above.
They come to you and me
When we're using power [tools]
to coat our eyes with a protective layer of sawdust
so we know they are there
and remember to use protective eyeware."
I love that Alabama song. I can really relate to it and I understand why people like it so much. I can't listen to it without getting all teared up now. I'm not ashamed to admit it.
It could be the sawdust I suppose.
Oh, and another thing- To people who say there is no God, if that were true how do you explain all the sawdust I was rinsing out my eyes last night?
Exactly. You can't.
Check and mate, atheists.
Check. And. Mate.
Speaking of songs, if I worked in the Pace picante sauce marketing department right now I would tell the guys in corporate "I need you to get me the rights to that I'm All About That Bass song. The sooner the better."
When they asked "Why, What do you have in mind?" I'd just look at them all sly and say "You'll see. Just get me the song rights, ok. And get ready for Pace Picante sauce sales to go off the picante sauce sales CHARTS."
...
You know because I'm all about that Pace
'bout that Pace
'bout that Pace
Picante sauce.
See what I mean???
It's amazing.
I don't know how I do it. I really don't.
It just comes to me.
Thanks for checking in.
Just in case you aren't familiar with some of the songs and picante sauces mentioned, I've provided this for you:
Click here if you are all about that Pace: Grab the Southwest by the Bottle...because you're all about that Pace
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