Didn't See That One Coming

I have a deaf mother.

It is not bad at all.

For one, I can have a conversation with her in a crowded room (Make note: She reads lips, she doesn't sign)

Two: I can listen to music really loud when we're in the car.

I like loud music.

Not so loud that its really obnoxious to other drivers or pedestrians, but loud enough that you can feel the beat.

Imagine my surprise, though, when we were at a stoplight and my Mom says, “What is this?”

And I know she can't mean the music because, well, she's deaf.

So I reply very eloquently with: “huh?”

“The music, I like the beat. What is it?”

Feeling mildly perplexed, I answer, “Uh, You Give Love a Bad Name”

“Who sings it?”

“Bon Jovi...?”

“Ah! That explains it. I knew it didn't feel like country”

Yep, my Momma has super powers. She can distinguish genres by their beat.

...Jealous?

"The Fault In Our Stars"

I read “The Fault in Our Stars” by John Green.

It has left me with a feeling of depression and emptiness, but also the feeling of insurmountable happiness; the kind that makes me want to cry.

I hate those books.

I hate them, damn it, because you can't decide on which emotion to feel first.

There are too many emotions too feel.

Do I laugh?

Do I cry?

I can't decide.

For now, I'm contenting myself with a sober smile because I got to read a story that made me feel very hollow, but hopeful all the same.

.....Hi....

Hello,

Welcome to my New Year's resolution. How are you? I'm excellent, thank you kindly for asking.

Now, because I am overly paranoid and this is a public blog, I probably won't put too much personal information. Names will be changed (probably to literary characters) in any amusing stories I may recount (purely to protect and preserve the identities of those involved) and it will all be fine and dandy.

BUT as this is a blog, I suppose I just can't leave you hanging.

Shall I give you a few basics?

I have a camera-shy and cantankerous ol' English mastiff, a mild case of carpal tunnel syndrome, a love for Scrabble (even though I'm not that great), a penchant for American history and writing (hence the carpal tunnel), and a strange obsession with quotes.

I like 80s rock (Bon Jovi especially), country music (Rascal Flatts and Tim McGraw), Disney soundtracks, cowboy movies, Patrick Swayze, and the Scene It app.

That's me in a nutshell.

Sincerely,

G