The title almost sounds like a family dinner. I've got me some great living companions. The possibilities are seemingly endless. This is the best family I've had since...well, I've lived with my family.
Swallow: There's been a lot of nick's tossed around on this one...but Swallow has stuck like a spoonful of organic all natural peanut butter to the roof of your mouth on a hot summer day. Swallow is our entertainer...not so much by trade, but by personality. This one will always be the entertainer or an organizer of entertainment. I'm talking a hub...a connector. You can't get away from this magnetic personality. It's all sticky!
You never know where your night might end up with this one...especially if the drinks start flowing, and she starts swallowing. I'm sure this isn't how the nickname came about. It's like jet fuel for a social butterfly. Before you know it, the whole room is vibrating with good energy, good conversation, and good times. It's a cool thing to watch...but even better to participate.
Cookie: I haven't had someone cook this good in a long time. Not only someone who can cook, but someone who doesn't mind cooking...even enjoys cooking. Ah, what it is to be free...the freedom to choose your own path to happiness...by suggestion and guidance, not by institution or force. This is someone who knows what it means to have the freedom to follow their heart and not be confined by establishment, convention, or organization. This one is that of ideas...a little bend here, a little dash there...the freedom to choose based on the feeling at the time...the same beginning always has different results, everytime, all of which are always good.
It's a lot like a good friend's personality. You know what you have to work with, you know what traits are there, you know the characteristics, the lifestyle, the morals, values, and the things that influence them the most. Yet every interaction, every exposure, every encounter...as well as you think you might know them...never seems to turn out quite like you had planned...the results are completely acceptable...and almost always better than you expected.
The world seems to gravitate towards the familiar...franchise this, and chain that...call me crazy...but I'm a fan of the evolving character, the individual experience...each encounter is similar, yet unique. Very much as a any theatrical peformance is. The script, the characters, the actors...they all contribute to the outcome...and no performance is EVER the same with a play. Same ingredients, different outcome everytime...just the way I like it.
Suds: A better nick might be Mia...which stands for M(issing) I(n) A(ction)...decriptive most of the time. It's hard telling where Suds is at any time because of the occupation. But I've also been told that Suds can also pull disappearing stunt while out with friends too. I think Mia might be more appropriate, but it's Suds for now. Here's why:
The dishwasher needed run. So Suds tossed in the soap, fired it up, and went (as you might imagine) MIA (out to smoke). Upon returning from the battle of the butts, Suds found the dishwasher had apparently rejected the soap and was spewing it all over the kitchen floor. We initially joked about using the wrong soap, using too much...you know, the usual suspects. Suds couldn't stop saying "it's not my fault, it's not my fault." We let her off the hook for the time being. Cookie and Suds cleaned up the soapy mess and I took care of the machine.
Later, we found out the likely culprit was a botched batch of dishwashing detergent. But Suds will likely be floating around the house for a while. At least until we can witness another memorable moment.
Every day you get to choose your outlook...how you're going to receive what the world throws your way. No matter what it throws at you...you get to choose how you are going to percieve the world. When first wake up, you make your choice...every day, whether you think about it or not. When your eyes open, if let the thought of 'I get to choose' pass through your mind...you're day will be good.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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