Tag: crazy

Monday – Funday

credit: @woofknight, X

This Monday actually is a fun day for a lot of us, isn’t it? Happy Labor Day!

Epiphany I had recently when I was out with friends:

On Friday, we were out to dinner with dear friends whom we have been friends with since college, and I was saying something about us being middle-aged. “Are we still middle-aged?” my friend asked. “Of course we are!” I barked furiously, but the truth is, I really didn’t know. It was the first time that I had dared to ask myself if I had gone past middle age. So, the next morning I googled it, and it seems that most officials consider middle age to be 40-60. We are in our mid-fifties, “So yes, Virginia, we are still middle-aged.” We are upper-middle-aged, but we are middle-aged.

Epiphany I had when talking to my aunt:

Also on Friday, I had a nice catch-up call with one of my aunts, and we were reminiscing about her aunt (my great-aunt). Aunt/Great-Aunt was quite the character. She lived her life exactly how she saw fit, and she made no apologies about it. She was colorful, artistic, and had interesting, unusual opinions about everything. We all adored her and we often talk about her still, even though she is long past. One could write a book about her, but to give you an idea, Aunt/Great-Aunt had a parakeet that she taught to say “The Gettysburg Address.” Anyway, my aunt was saying that Aunt/Great-Aunt and her husband were definitely “eccentric.” I agreed. My aunt suggested that perhaps she and I had also inherited a little bit of the “eccentric” gene. I agreed. My aunt then said that her friend always says that “eccentric” is just a nice word for “crazy.” We laughed, but I thought to myself, “Call me “Eccentric” or “Crazy”, it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Epiphany I had this morning:

At the end of my life, I want to be having such a good time with living, that I want to be like an over-excited kid on a playground or at the community pool, having an absolutely fabulous time, and thus becoming instantly furious and devastated that I am being called to go home, even though in my played-out exhaustion, going Home is probably exactly what I need.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Here is the question of the day from 3000 Questions About Me:

973. Do you prefer movies with-or without- special effects?

Funky Florida

I wasn’t surprised at all that the guy who ended up sending all of those bombs through the mail was from Florida.  I can say that.  I live in Florida and I love living in Florida, but so do a lot of freaky people.

Before we moved to Florida seven years ago, whenever we would see any crazy news story, my husband and I would look at each other and say, “I bet that happened in Florida.”  About 90 percent of the time, we were right.  A lot of wacky events happen right here in the Sunshine State.  We still say that to each other whenever a jaw dropping event occurs.

Why is it that a lot of people are probably nodding their heads right now agreeing with me about all the bizarre stuff that happens here in FLA?  I think it is because of a lot of things.  Florida is the third most populous state in the country.  Someone once told me that Florida is just a small microcosm of the whole United States.  We have people from every state and country in the world residing here.  Rarely do I meet people that are actually from Florida.  Most people who come here usually have had one winter too many and just can’t take it anymore.  I do have one friend who grew up right where we live in Florida.  I said to him, “Wow.  You’ve never lived anywhere else??”  He said, “Why would I want to?”

So, Florida has a huge, diverse population.  It’s an attractive place to live, due to it’s tropical nature, mild winters and beaches galore.  We don’t have state income taxes, we have a lot of big professional sports franchises, amazing theme parks and great universities.  Maybe even the crazies are sane enough to know that it’s a pretty good place to live, albeit being very hot and humid.   There are some studies that show that heat does amp up irritability and aggression.

I hope that there aren’t readers out there going, “Oh, now I get it.  Her writings are very interesting in a little “off” kind of way.  But, hey, she’s from Florida.”