Moms and Cats

You know how that dude got famous with his twitter account "shit my dad says", well I need to replicate it, but instead use my mother.  Today, she sent me a message, using her new favorite technology texting, that said "I got charged for a kids price at the movies!  Do I look 14?" My response, appropriately, was "You go girl!"  Actually with her recently acquired free time, we've been hanging out quite a bit.  Cooking once a week, going to movies, and getting coffee.  It's weird, but I've learned more about my Mom in the last 2 months, than I had from living in the same house for 18 years.  I guess, that's just how things work out.

One thing my Mom always brings to my house is a goodie bag.  Now everybody's Mom, or Dad, or grandparents, carry around a thing called a goodie bag.  Whether it be chocolate delights, water guns, or just old shit they found in the attic, the goodie bag exists.  For me, it exists every week.  And every week I obtain new oddities that sit in my house because I don't have the heart to throw any of them away.  I'm also a pack rat, but we'll get to that another day.  This weeks bag was pretty random like most weeks. Listed below are some of the items:

• Pencil sharpener
• Two magnet clamps
• Two pan scrapers
• Poster of Arkansas Delta Family Gospel Fest
• Plastic cup
• Box of Fiber One bars
• Four Arkansas Animal Guides (Birds, Snakes, Waterfoul, Fish)
• Wildlife calender and pencil
• Riceland frisbee
• Two coupon pages (Burger King and IHOP)

So my cat is on vacation at the Reilly's house, and I miss it a bunch.  Last I heard, it's getting along with the other cats, cleaning them and occasionally staring out the window.  That's pretty much sums up Lilly's life, adventure and mystery wrapped up in a giant ball of hair.

Before the trip to Russellville I found learned something new. One of the most daunting feats a man can take is getting a cat into a car.  They really don't like surprises, car trips, and they will meow a lot.  Like 30 minutes worth, then realize that it's not too bad and there are worse things that could be happening.  Lilly finally came to this realization and began to explore, eventually tiring out and falling asleep in my lap.  Towards the end of the ride, she woke up, placed her paws on the window seal, and hung her head out the window like a dog.  Talk about getting a lot strange looks from truckers.

Question of the day:

What is your favorite meme?

Stress and Disney World

Hey.  Let's talk about stress.  Everybody gets it; some people know how to deal with it and some do not.  Most types of stress can be placed into two categories: eustress and distress.  Eustress is a positive form of stress that happens when you complete something or have desirable events happen in your life.  Distress on the hand is a piece of shit.  This bad boy carries some nasty kinds of medical conditions like psychological coping and anxiety.  According to the General Adaptation Syndrome, stress follows three stages.  Alarm is the first stage is activated by a stressor or threat.  Now the funny thing is this threat can be real or fantasy.  And if you pick fantasy, you're on a road of fatigue.  Because the real world really isn't too bad, and there's always a point when everything works out.  The fantasy world doesn't have those limitations.  And without walls, it is free to manifest into a phoenix.  This phoenix has a pretty likely chance to drive you bat-shit crazy over and over again.  That's when stage number two happens, Resistance.  You try to find a way to cope with it.  I prefer to drink a lot.  Once you've depleted your coping resources, or bottle of Jack.  You fall right into the third stage (or maybe a screen door), Exhaustion. This can result in fatigue, high-blood pressure, or getting sick.  For me, I get sick and my balls start to hurt.  Yes, I'm pretty sure it's not normal.  It's probably due to getting punched in a balls everyday at recess from Joseph Newton.  I don't really know, but it sucks.  I'm actually writing this post to not think of them.

Ok, enough of the bullshit, let's talk about Disney World and all the rides I'm going to fucking own.  If you're not in the know, Disney is one of the happiest places in the world.  There's cotton candy, talking mice, fireworks, and a big fuckin castle.  This is a fantasy land that actually exists.  As soon as you walk in, all your problems melt away and you become a 10 year kid with a brand new pair of roller blades.  This year is going to be even more awesome than ever because we are going in October.  This means three very important things, no lines, Star Tours and Mickey's Not-so-Scary Halloween Party.  Boooyah, big time!  Yeah, that means all day power hours, the original dark lord (not that voldermort asshole), and goofy kids running around with goofy costumes.  It is going to be epic.  Just so you can have a little taste, check out this video.

Question of the day

Mr. or Mrs. Pacman?