Ball Magnet

My head is a ball magent.  This is not a joke.  Be it a basketball, volleyball, soccer ball, tennis ball, racquetball, or -as was the case last night- a softball, these round objects are inexplicably drawn to my cranial region.  It has been so for as long as I can remember.  Elementary school days at recess... those fandangled red four square balls would search out my skull in the thicket of children.  I find it a rather intriguing phenomenom.

However, this is not my main thought for the day.  What has my mind in a state of confusion is how quickly one can alter their reactions purely for the sake of preventing anger from others.  If Mr. 12" Sphere would have fantastically 'met' my head, say, 3 weeks ago, I wouldn't have had time to realize what had hit me (literally) before a loved one would be there, crouched next to me, assessing my damage, and insuring my safety.  Alas, last night that was not the case.  I heard numerous offers of concern- most of which from the opposing team and the fabled 'Blue', but none from the one who would have been most offering 21 days ago.  I have come to accept this behavior; actually, I've come to realize I have no choice but to accept it.

If I have caused any concern for those who may accidentally stumble across my blog- erase them.  For aside from an extremely tender lump behind my ear and a pulsating headache that could hold it's own with any I've ever had, I am doing well.

I have come to love my roll as a Ball Magnet.

Why anonymous?!?!

Anonymous.  What's the point?!?  I mean, I can understand the whole idea of doing good deeds to imporove or raise your own idea of self worth- but do you understand the confusion it may cause for the receiver?!!?  I'm all about random acts of kindness, don't get me wrong.  For I do my part in partaking in them rather often- however to be anonymous with certain acts can prove to be rather... torturous.  No thanks, gratitude, or reciprocation can be offered in response to an 'anonymous'.  Oh well, I shall anonymously thank my anonymous friend (?) for anonymously sending me flowers yesterday.  Anonymous.

Reality Check

When do you really figure out life, Mr. Blog?  When? Every experience in life is a lesson, as we all know. But when will the shock stop?  Never, I suppose.  How come a wrench has to be thrown in the spokes right when you think you have it all figured out?  If you knew that, you'd be God, right?  I wonder if the people who are really blessed realize how much so they are.  Do they thank there fabled 'lucky stars' every night as they lie in bed?  I know I did when I had my dream come true.
 
A friend sent me a list of little anecdotes about life and its trials.  It's a pretty complex list.  They are intriuging and many of them make you go "hmmm... that's right".  I will leave the one I find most true and have been reminded of it much too often this past year:
 
"You can keep going long after you think you can't"

Ok... Frustration!

I have been fiddling with my new blog toy now for quite some time. I'm not sure if my new found obsession will be worth the frustration. We'll see I suppose. On guard Mr. Blog! I am ready for your challenge!

Blog this

I only created this blog so I could respond on someone else's blog. Hell until about a week ago, I didn't even know what the hell a blog was. I wonder if blogs expire, because I'm sure mine will since it will never be used and I only created it so I could comment on someone else's blog. I would like to talk to the guy who invented the word blog. I feel an in depth conversation would take place; for only a deep man could create such intriguing linguistics such as blog.