Wisdom

So I hid the remote. I know it was not very noble of me. But I had no choice. Not with NBA season following NFL season. Don’t get me wrong. I have chanted “Let’s Go Mavs” yelled “De-fense” till I was blue in the face - at the American Airlines Center, no less. But I like Jon Stewart. More than King James and when Colbert follows- even Kobe Bryant cannot keep me on basketball. Not even on HD.

Earlier I used to engage in discussions, becoming rants, on the dangers of letting things go out of hand. For miscellaneous items of clothing, towels and such like. In the hope that I to would learn to be organized. I have since learned the joys of having separate closets- and separate restrooms. And my closet is on an average tidier and better organized- (by about a 1/100, but hey there is a significant p there somewhere….).

Life on the whole has mostly been a breeze. I mean there is a lot to be said about someone willing to type out 100s of references of horrible papers in ASQ and such like for my school work. Also if the same someone has spent more time circling my department, than returning from Dallas (on I-35). Of course this is the same someone with whom I have warred while learning how to drive. Argued, screamed, thrown fits (as much as it is possible while concentrating on Stop Signs and one way streets). But I passed my drivers with an “Excellent job, you had a good teacher”.

But even as my eye becomes softer and I decide to go back and edit some of what I have written so far- make it little softer- talk a little about myself, I hear something on TV about how Ray Allen really helped them Celtics. In the middle of news.

How will I deal with it? Exercise. Yup. Always works And I have two plus years of being together wisdom.
“Exercise Releases endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. And Happy people DO NOT kill their husbands”.