Lazy Mornings and Superman

I did not want to get up today. I really didn't.

Here I was, lying in bed, being a lazy butt, and staring at the ceiling. Hubbie was already in the shower, getting ready to go to work, kill stuff and bring home the meat. Well, he was actually going to several meetings, will be paid cash, and I will purchase said meat at the grocery store. But it is about the same thing.

So here I was lying in bed, thinking to myself, "I am so tired. I feel so tired. I am not going to go to work today."

And then my mind began to wander. I thought of the movie "Superman Begins" or "Superman Returns" or whatever it was called. Then I thought of Christopher Reeve. I always thought he got the role of Superman because of his name. George Reeves was Superman in the 1950s, so the names are similar. I can't think of Christopher Reeve without thinking of what happened to him – how he was in a wheelchair for those years, and then I start thinking of my lazy butt a little bit differently.

So I got up, wiggled my toes, and counted my blessings. I tricked myself into going to work because of the Superman movie thoughts. My brain is so strange.

I have been thinking about my writing lately. I have been concerned with people, with situations, with whatever. And my blog has sort of sucked. So I apologize for all of the lack of interesting blog entries. My Friday post was suppose to jump start my "fun-loving" blog. But it didn't. I have not re-read my entry, but I hope it did not come across as bitchy.

I was going to write today about liberals and conservatives. I heard some debates over the last few days that made me laugh so hard. I mean, they were not trying to be funny, but they were really funny.

If I knew anything about electronics, I would develop some sort of device that would knock out cellular phone transmissions. I would mount the device on my dashboard and use it when people are chatting on their phone instead of driving. One hand on the phone next to the ear, and using the other hand to turn – even notice that the turns are slower and not as tight. I have seen someone nearly take out a car in another lane. And I am sure the conversations are just that riveting. Probably full of, "oh, hold on, I am turning right now. Almost hit that Ford F150. That would have left a dent in my Lexus."

If someone calls my on their cel phone and they are driving, I thank them for their call, tell them they are driving and say goodbye. No one ever calls me back when they are driving. But then again, most of my friends are considerate of others.

Guess I ought to get some work done today. Sort of wish I stayed home, ate ice cream and watched Oprah. Darned Superman movie.