99 bottles of beer on the wall....
can i just say that sometimes life is so ridiculously repetitive?? how i long to break out of the mold at some point and breathe different air into my lungs! i'm not really sure when, or if, that will ever happen, but a girl can dream, can't she?
when i was a kid, i would sometimes sit in the back seat of the car saying 'mom' over and over again, until my mother, in utter frustration, would yell, 'WHAAT?!?!?' honestly, i never wanted anything; part of the joy of the whole process was just to hear myself talk, and sometimes if you said any word often enough - even something as simple as 'mom' - it started to sound strange. i loved it. it drove her nuts. i can say with absolute certainty that, at this point in my life, it would drive ME nuts....
but oh, how i loved that repetition....
that and the fact that EVERY morning - and i mean EVERY morning - i would have the same thing for breakfast: 1 scrambled egg with ketchup, 1 small glass of juice, 1 piece of toast with peanut butter, and 1 pink flouride pill (this wasn't food, per se, although i liked it all the same). i know - you're probably thinking that a) that is such a gross combination of foods and b) how in the heck could someone eat that every single day for breakfast? well, i'm telling ya - i LOVED knowing what to expect every SINGLE day. sometimes things in life were a little too unpredictable for my taste. it was nice to know that breakfast was an event upon which one could count.
these days, there isn't much i can say for certain. allow me to list those things which i believe can be counted upon:
1. the love of Jesus Christ. this is truly the one thing of which anyone can be certain.
2. death. eventually, i'm kicking the bucket.
3. bills. life is an endless series of papers and of money exchange - mostly my money exchanged for their subsequent monthly bills (whomever THEY are)
4. dirty laundry. life is ALSO an endless series of washer/dryer cycles....
5. hunger. ya gotta eat!
6. thirst. see above.
7. excrement. it does, after all, happen:)
boy, when i look at it all that way, it's hard to remember that life can be interesting....
and in conclusion, to quote my 11th grade history teacher, mr. raymond b. wallace (said always with a southern drawl), 'EVERYTHING is CYCLICAL. C-Y...C-L-I....C-A-L.....CYCLICAL.'