Why

Why am I still asking why?
Why is it so hard to be nice to someone without giving the wrong impression?
Why is it so hard to take a step forward?
Why when I'm ready to move forward, do I find an excuse to run the other way?
Why can't I just give in?

These are questions I have been asking myself for a while now, and I can't believe nothing has changed. I want it to change, but it feels impossible. It's seems easier to just ignore these questions and not face anything complicated that involves the heart. Does that make me cowardice? I don't know.

I realize the fault is mine with all the barriers I have stacked up and I know one day I'll dive in. But what kind of push will it take to make me lose my balance and take that plunge?

Why must I ask why when the day will come that I cannot say no any longer...

What A Thrill

Every year I dread the day I was born until today.

From the Friday before my birthday, which fell on Monday, I have had the time of my life. Not only did the weather cooperate but my friends and sisters were ready to hang out with me and celebrate to the fullest. I have smiled brightly since Friday evening and cannot seem to stop laughing.

Friday was a night at the club and Saturday was home with my closest gals that ended up at the club. They spoiled me with gifts and drinks and camera fun. We shared stories to make us blush and stories with never ending laughter.

Sunday was followed with dinner and a movie, Avatar, with my little sister and Monday I spent with my bff, letting the children play out in the sun. Spoiled once again with the birthday song, ice cream and enjoyable conversation. The best news of all, I learned that I am approved to go house hunting.

Who could ask for a better birthday... Not me.

A Refreshing Morning

The sun peeks through the blinds and the birds are chirping joyously. I wake and stretch out my arms and legs, smiling. Today is going to be a beautiful and jubilant day.

It's the first day of Spring and flowers will begin to bloom while the trees buds turn green soon. The weather will reach temperatures up into the sixties and seventies and I'll finally be able to wear a light jacket and Capri's.

With the sun out now, my mood is enhanced and I find myself in adoration with the fresh smells of Spring especially the smell of cut grass and rain when it rolls in.

Spring signifies "the living" and I am jovially alive.

A Party Life

The last three weeks have become quite a routine. Every free moment I've had, I have spent hanging out with friends, drinking, and dancing the night away. Whether it's at a night club or at a sports bar, I have been there. I know it's a phase and I'll bet it ends in six weeks when my writing class ends. At least I hope it does.

Could this be a stress related phase or is it just a chance to let my hair down and just have fun? Who knows, and at this point who cares. I'm having fun and I'm still keeping up with the day to day activities. Everything except my novels. Perhaps, I needed a break.

I'm not too sure I'd want to give up all of this fun, but it does grow old after awhile. I also use this time to gain inspiration and enjoy conversation. I find many small details make an entrance into my writing. One dance inspired me to write a Cinderella type story while tasting different drinks sent me around the world, finding just the perfect character for a comedy. I realize all I have to do is keep my eyes open and there's a world of tales right in under my nose.

So maybe I should enjoy this college moment in my life and gather as much inspiration as I can before I get bored.

A Moment Of Truth

I wake up in the morning to the sound of rain droplets hitting the window pane. This is instant comfort for me. I know my writing will flow easily across the page now. I sit up and grab the laptop from the foot of my bed and open up a page and begin writing the romance I believe in.

She sees him from across the room. The butterflies begin to soar in her stomach and she walks quickly towards him. He smiles and jogs in her direction, holding his arms open. She jumps in his arms and he embraces her tightly, kissing her as if there were no tomorrow...

This is the love and romance that I want and deserve. Will it happen for me? Who knows. It's not always the suitor's fault here. I find that I close up easily. The moment conversations turn serious, I run. Why is that when all I want is to be smothered in passionate kisses?

Now enter in a guy who only has a physical attraction for me. Does he show me anything romantic? No. Does he offer to take me out on a date? No. All he's looking for is what I'm not offering, and I want him until I get him. Why would I want one who stands for everything I'm against?

Am I afraid to commit still? Or maybe there is a balance that I need. If the game's too easy, it's no fun. If it's challenging, it will only hold my interest for a short time. So, where does this leave me? Always searching and constantly wondering.

I believe the one who sweeps me off my feet, is the one who has been my friend first.

March Madness

March Madness is in full swing and I'm feeling it's effects. Last Thursday I met a nice group of guys through my friend. Nothing but crazy drinkers as they watched the teams within their brackets play the games. I had no clue what a bracket was until that night.
This was a new thrill and fun experience. I spent Saturday night watching the KSU game before I livened up for a St Patty's Party and I couldn't stop shouting as if it were a football game. I'm turning into a complete sport's junkie. But, it suits me these days.
Sunday, I watched the games as well seeing the defeat by Duke and the loss of Pittsburgh. I cheered and growled simultaneously. This was one heavy weekend and I needed a day's rest to make it until Thursday when we start again.
Basketball has caught my attention and I cannot wait for the next set of games.

Is It So Wrong To Want To Be Romanced?

ROMANCE: A love Story 2)To exaggerate or invent detail or incident (romancing)

That is the definition in Merriam-Webster's Dictionary.

I am a single woman who has an idea of what I would like in the terms of dating. I want to go back to the good old days when the guy shows up at the door with flowers in his hand, dressed up for the occasion and opens the car door for her. It would be nice if he would say, "you look beautiful."

Maybe that's asking a lot, but what about after the first date? Maybe he could send flowers then. Or better yet call. The one thing I have learned about dating, is that it's just not as fun as I thought it would be. I'm sure it's because I love to write romance and I haven't found the right guy to sweep me off my feet. Maybe I live in a fantasy world, but I believe there's a lot of single women who would agree with me. The one unspoken rule of not calling the next day after a date, can end the moment. It does for me. If he's interested he should at least text the next day and say something nice to keep her in her make believe word. If he's not interested, then don't call. I actually had a guy wait four days to call me and thought I'd want to carry on a conversation, leading to asking for a second date. Sorry buddy, while you waited to call me, another guy caught my eye.

I am patient and am willing to wait for that guy to show up. Life has no rush on love and I would never rush love. For if love is eternal, then it's worth the wait.

An Unusual Date

She stares in the mirror touching up her makeup when the doorbell rings. She takes a last glimpse at herself. She's wearing a purple and black swirled blouse and a pairs of blue jeans along with black pumps. She holds her breath and the butterflies swarm in her stomach as she walks slowly towards the door. This was their first date and she didn't know what to expect. She exhales as she grabs the handle and opens the door. To her surprise he is dressed down in a ripped t-shirt and dirty sagging jeans. She smiles, trying not to show her disappointment as she grabs her purse and jacket. Her understanding was dinner and a few drinks, now she's uncomfortable wishing she could just go back in and change. She walks towards a motorcycle and shakes her head with a smirk, hoping once again he doesn't notice her disappointment.

Conversation at dinner was comfortable, turning the evening around and when they left they find themselves at a bar on the patio, laughing. She finds the chemistry has lost it's luster and is ready for the night to end. She feels she has made a new friend but nothing more.

Arriving at her house he leans in for a kiss and she backs away, giggling. She sees his disappointment as they say goodbye. Relieved to be home she kicks her shoes off and laughs. "What a night."

It's My Life

When Bon Jovi sang this song, I listened to the words for the first time in years and it reached deep into my soul.
It's my life. It's now or never. I just want to live my life while I'm alive.

Those words hit home. Those are the words I've been living by for the last year. It's as if this is the first year of my life and I am finally living it my way.

Only I can choose to follow the guidelines within the rules. Only I can be responsible for my actions. And I do take full responsibility for all the good and bad choices I make. I can live with every decision that I have made and I still have no regrets.

For example: I wanted to be free, and I walked out the door towards freedom. I wanted a tattoo, I went and got two. I wanted to update my house, I bought new furniture. I wanted to enroll back in school, I am currently in two writing classes. And now, I'm reaching out for my dreams. They are close enough to touch and I'll keep reaching until I conquer them.

Life is full of possibility and I will seize every opportunity I get to make life worth living.

Bon Jovi

Bon Jovi's name sounds through the speakers and the crowd goes wild. The lights slowly come on and he starts with Blood on Blood. A story of three friends and the direction of their lives. It was a powerful entry and I was enthralled.

My favorite song is Wanted Dead or Alive and that was my statement in the way I dressed with my black leather halter top, dark slightly ripped jeans and jean jacket. My hair styled with the scrunched wet look and my lips as red as a cherry. If the stairs weren't steep I would have worn my black leather four-inch stilettos, instead I chose comfort.

He played many great hits from his New Jersey album and his new Circle album. I wasn't familiar with the new songs but they were great. Those of us along the backside of the stage enjoyed watching him slip out of one shirt, still looking buff, and into another. Deafening screams had erupted around us. My mouth just hung open.

Jon Bon Jovi mentioned they had been rockin' for 27 years. I was astonished. It just didn't seem possible. I didn't know who they were until I won tickets to see the New Jersey concert. But, they had many great albums including Slippery When Wet and the Blaze of Glory soundtrack for the Young Guns II movie.

Bon Jovi rocked the night from beginning to end. The last two songs for their finale were desperately anticipated on: Wanted Dead or Alive and Living On a Prayer. I'm pleased that I had a chance to see them again in concert. They leave a lasting impression on me once again.

St Patty's Day

Uh, oh shhhh...me found me pot of gold. It's over there across the field, up the hill, past the forest, around the lake, through the trees, up the hill, up the mountain and across that green pasture towards me cottage.

But, you mustn't tell anyone, for it will disappear into the haze that surrounds it. Me guess me should tell you what this gold means to me, love.

Inside me pot of gold, is full of me finest treasures, me closest friends and me family. Me could not survive without me loves. Oh, let me tell you what else is in there. Me favorite qualities in me friends.

Loyalty, Trust, Love, Peace, Honest, Compassion, Friendship, Laughter, Entertaining, Understanding, Knowledge, ah yes me friends are wiser than the owl above me head.

Oh what else is in me pot of gold, oh me true love, me novels. Oh and me chilled Reese's peanut butter cups along with me spirits.

Shhh... me pot of gold is me treasure, love. Me cannot live without it.

Have a Safe and Festive St Patty's Day, love!

Bull Riding

Who knew that I could enjoy something, so not me. Maybe it's the new me. The me who says life is full of experiences waiting for me to take advantage of them.

I stood anticipating the action, not sure what to expect and found myself, hooting and hollering along with the crowd watching these crazy cowboys hold tight trying to ride the bull. I can guarantee that it's not for everyone. But, I loved it and can't wait to watch it again.

Sadly, a guy got stomped on pretty good, and it took a minute for him to get up. I cringed but couldn't quit watching the live action. When he got up it was no different than being at a football game. Everyone cheered as he walked out of the gate. I guess you could say it got my blood pumping and I sure needed it. I've been trying to find something different to write about and now I've found a good curve.

Look for a story about a cowboy on his thrilling ride...

Dashboard Confessionals

A lowly guitarist with thick curly locks turns to face the back side of the stage and he bounces his head with the beat of the music. I have no idea what he looks like, being far from the stage, but the way his hair bounces, I am giddy. I think I need to find a guy with hair like that so I can run my fingers through it and watch it spring back to life.

This band from Southern Florida really did rock the stage. I will pay attention to their songs when they play on the radio. Better yet, I will search for them on ITunes and add the ones I like to my play list.

They did a remake of Summer of '69 for their finale and they rocked it good. They were amazing and I could see them making it big here in the next couple of years if they strive for the gold.

I know I would definitely buy tickets to their concert just to watch the guitarists golden locks bounce around while jamming to this new rock band.

Playing the Waiting Game

If a man has to wait before he sleeps with a woman, he'll not only perceive her as more beautiful, he'll also take time to appreciate who she is. - Sherry Argov

This has been a topic for many decades and I agree with Sherry Argov. That doesn't mean I still debate the issue.

For example, you notice a hot guy with abs of steel and boulders for biceps. His smile is kind and his eyes melt you instantly. He sees you looking at him and smiles back at you. He finds you very attractive and eventually approaches you. He asks you to join him for a drink and you agree. You're taken by surprise, because you believe you didn't have a chance. You meet at a low key club and sit on the patio talking. The next thing you know, you've had one too many drinks. He's flirting with you and you are dazzled. He leans towards you, wanting to kiss you as much as you want to kiss him.

Here's where the problem lies for me. I love to kiss and I am a passionate, romantic. If I feel that chemistry, I've always been a fool and acted on it, because I live for the moment. Where does that get me? Not far.

This hot guy now believes that he'll get to take me home and have his way. But leaves this decision up to me. My mind starts racing. If I say no do I miss out on an opportunity with this hot guy? Will this be a one night stand? If I do this, how will I feel about me in the morning?

I recently found myself growing up in this department. Yes, I've taken the risk a few times and I don't regret it. But now, I'm ready to be a woman who is respected. I know I am appealing to the opposite sex, because the offers are laid out too often. But I don't want to be just lusted after. I want to find the one who will appreciate me for me. I want to find love and feel love.

So, in my closing thoughts...

If you don't want to do it, don't degrade yourself because you think you'll miss the opportunity with him. If you say no and he doesn't call, he's not the guy for you. You are beautiful and worth more than he ever will be.

A Passionate Beach Walk

As I sit here listening to Jason Mraz and his Caribbean beat, I can't help but think of the white sandy beaches and the cool breeze blowing the ocean water up onto the shore, spraying up against the boulders.

I dream of the long walk through the wet sand, feeling the pebbles between your toes, holding hands with the one you adore. Looking up at the moon, wondering if this moment could last for eternity. He stops and turns you to him and there's a longing in his eyes that matches yours. He wraps his arms around you, and you run your hands up his arms, as he leans down and kisses you romantically, hugging you rather than holding you. Your hands make their way up to his thick sandy hair and you find you cannot stop kissing him.

All the while Jason Mraz is singing "I'm Yours"

The Story of the Boy and the Girl

They sit just bar stools away, separated by the dance floor, with friends in between, trying not to be obvious. But, the look in their eyes gave them away. She glanced in his direction, his eyes were intent on her. She was giddy and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, and coyly looked down at the drink in her hands, smiling and shaking her head, sighing. She looked up and peeked again in his direction. His eyes met hers. She giggled and quickly looked out at the dance floor. It was intense. She hoped he would ask her to dance.

The boy exhaled heavily and put his hands on the table, keeping his head low. He pushed himself up and looked over at the girl again, ready to ask her to dance. It was too late. A guy walked over to her and she laughed as they spoke. The guy leaned close to her, putting a hand on her back. The boy sat back down on the stool watching curiously as the guy smothered her. She smiled shaking her head. The boy was relieved. But the guy was persistent and he could see she was perturbed. He debated getting up and saving her from him, but his courage wasn’t solid. Instead, he watched.

The girl was irritated and couldn't take anymore. She stood, turned and walked away. A hand grabbed hers and she spun around with fury. And then she smiled brightly as the boy asked her to dance. She nodded and he led her to the dance floor. They swayed and serenaded each other until the close of the night.

Back to School

I sit tapping my fingers at the dinner table, looking at the clock. Twenty more minutes before I have to leave. I know I'm fidgeting, but I can't stop. It's been a very long time since I went to school and I've never been to college.

I'm too anxious to sit any longer and I jump up and begin cleaning out the dishwasher. My mind is blank which doesn't happen. That's not a good thing when you spend three fourths of your evenings writing. I couldn't think of a single thought. I hastily shut the dishwasher and grabbed my jacket and purse. I know I'm leaving early, but I just can't help it. I've got to get moving. I take one quit look in the mirror, hoping I look all right.

Tonight, I chose to wear a casual long sleeve orange t-shirt with the words Love printed on the front and the sleeves had tattoo markings along them. I wore my dark blue jeans which used to fit tight, but thanks to wearing them all day they don't fit quite right. I throw on my black boots and my dark gray stylish hat and gloss my lips one last time. I smile and head for the door.

Arriving in class, I realize I am definitely overdressed and just don't know that I fit in with this lively group of older men and women. I choose a seat near the back, because I'd rather have moments to write something that's on my mind, like part of this blog. Just as the professor begins her speech a young boy of twenty walks in the door. He looks around nervously for a seat to take and chooses to sit next to me. I thought that very fitting since we were the youngest in the class.

I took notes and let him look at mine as he tried to keep up. If only we had our laptops in class. I could have typed out the entire lecture.

Class was great and I met my new table buddy and we discussed the direction of writing. I loved it, because this is one that felt like review. I'm excited for next week even though it takes over my St Patty Night.

Taking the Risk

I'm just a girl who's looking for romance and a whole lot of fun. So what if it happens to be with a younger guy. Who cares that I'll fall for the silly game, get hurt and have to deal with the heartbreak. But, why are we so believing that I'll be the one that gets hurt? Maybe I'll grow tired of the game or everything will sizzle out. Or maybe he could be the one...not that I'm ready to worry about that.

Remember life is about experiences and I haven't had many. So let me fall if I must. Let me experience something I should have earlier in my lifetime. I want to be able to say that I've lived and the only way to say that is to take a chance.

I haven't had a chance to venture far in the dating game, because I'd rather write. Yes, I go out to clubs and I look. In the beginning I gave out my number, enjoying the attention, and easily grew tired. Now, my list has been cleared and no new suitors will easily get it. If you're a friend, you've got it. Nobody else needs it unless there is potential.

I'm sorry I can't choose the safe bet. I want the risk. No matter the cost.

Creating Character

Have you ever wondered how I come up with character appearances and traits?

I stand in a long line at the grocery store watching the way you react. From the drumming on your folded arm, to the tapping of your foot. The long sighs and the frustrated parents, while the children become anxious too, running around and causing a scene that made you flush. Maybe you're the one who can't resist looking at the Star magazine or Soap Opera Digest. You could be the one who looked like you just got out of bed and had to grab something before you began your day. Maybe you're the one checking out all the single guys or girls. I can tell by the way you turn your head. I do it too.

Maybe you're the one in the baseball cap turned backwards, or pigtails. Perhaps it's a stocking cap or fedora. You could be the one holding onto a bundle of flowers dreaming of girl, or maybe you're the girl dressed up and ready to go out, but forgot to grab a necessity before you went.
I remember seeing a guy flex as he tried to impress a girl standing next to him. If you're like me, you're chatty and engaging in conversation. That creates a character too. Whether you're sweet or sassy, or have that twang in your talk, I'm enjoying watching you. If you're like me you're loud and obnoxious. You could be the one who just isn't in the mood to be at the store and you're annoyed with everything and everyone around you. Watch what you say to me, I take mental notes.

While at the gym, maybe you're the one behind the counter folding towels wishing you were somewhere else, or perhaps you're the one running on the treadmill. Maybe you're just there to enjoy a cup of coffee, taking a break from your children.

Just know if I see you, I'm probably analyzing you. Beware of the wheels constantly spinning in my head.

Stepping out of the Box

A hard rock girl for years finds herself tempted to take a chance and visit a country bar. She was out of her element from the beginning, afraid to take a turn on the dance floor. It seemed simple enough, just one, two, and one. She wanted to try, and many times she declined to dance.
As she watched the couples glide along the dance floor, she noticed something she hadn’t before…
Her eyes focused on an older couple as they danced by her. They smiled, holding onto each other, singing, while they spun around the dance floor. They were happy. They were in love and they were dancing with each other. The song wasn’t slow, and it wasn’t sexy. It was upbeat and straight up country.
This made her think. She looked around the club and many couples sat together enjoying each other’s company waiting on the next song. There was something romantic about it. She sighed, realizing maybe just maybe, she wanted that dance. Maybe she wanted that partner, the one who would dance and sing with her until the close of the night, lost in each other’s eyes and laughing.
It didn’t stop there. Copperhead Road came on and almost everyone rushed onto the dance floor. She shrugged, stood up and walked bravely to learn the line dance. She loved line dancing in other forms of music, how hard could it be. It took the whole song but she learned it. She laughed. She was amazed. She was having fun. She was no longer afraid to try her turn on the floor. The next time a hat tipped in front of her asking for a dance, she jumped up. At first, she stepped on toes, but she didn't give up. She continued to try and learned she loved it. She found herself on the dance floor the rest of the night, laughing, learning twists and turns, loving every line dance, including the Watermelon Crawl, never wanting to stop dancing.
She knew she would take the chance again and she looked forward to it.

To Approach Or Not To Approach

Is it so wrong that I would rather be approached by one than to approach one?

Total culture change these days. The men in this society have stepped aside and let us women do the work now. This is no joke. I mean that in almost every aspect. I don't know how many times that I have heard a man say, "I'm clueless. You have to get my attention."

I have decided that I'm going to use the same boring line. I'd rather stay single, than be aggressive. I'm coy and lack confidence when I see that one desirable guy. I always give the normal hints: The flirting of the eyes, the bashful smile. I am easily intimidated and I get tongue-tied. Leave it to my friends to throw me at someone. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't succeed without liquid courage. Where does that get me, but with almost zero chance.

What does alcohol add? Trouble. Yes, many times I have come close to doing something I would regret, but thankfully that's why I have friends who look out for me. Now, I just don't drink as much. Don't get me wrong, I still drink, just with caution.

Bunko Night

Yes, here it is Bunko night!

I'm excited to go indulge in very tasty treats and of course the wine. Tonight we sit and talk about everything and yet nothing, laughing and having a great time. Twelve women who just need a good laugh.

Tonight was no different. There are a couple of us who usually have a glass too many. I'm always one. I'm loud even when I'm not drinking which makes it hard to tell if the wine is related. I would say most times, yes. However, last night, I was already in a great mood. the wine did hit faster. And I made it a fun competitive time for me and the girls stuck at the table with me.

I don't remember hardly any of our conversations, because I talked about the dice! But I know it was a great time. Next month we will do it again and I cannot wait!

Rock Band 'til 6a.m.

What a glorious way to spend the night. Hanging out with close friends, enjoying Reese's peanut butter cups and Laffy Taffy, having a few drinks, while we turn up the volume.

I have learned that I don't care how I sound when I Karaoke any longer. I guess that means I'm comfortable with my friends. They brought me out of my shell and now I look forward to hours of entertainment. I have learned to play the Rock Band drums, sorta. I also played the guitar a couple of times. But, the microphone lets me sing with attitude.

To explain this picture, this is what happens when you're friend talks you (easily I might add) into playing dress up. The human barbie has made it's way into her house. It's a great laugh to look at the pictures afterward.

I love the idea of roaring twenties, so when we found the dress in the back of her costume closet, we just had to do it. I thought it was fun and I would do it again. Actually I can't wait to do it again.

I hold up my glass and offer a toast, "Here's to you Rock Band pals. Until the next Rock Out!"

Basketball Thrill

Oh wow! It has been so long since I sat down and actually watched a basketball game. Now I know why I enjoyed it as a tot. I get so worked up in the game and cannot control the obscenities that come flying out of my mouth! So shocking...
Actually, I think the worst thing I said was, "What the hell was that?"
I'm more into screaming, hooting, and hollering, and I love to talk smack during the game. Even if my team is losing, which they did.
It's the love of the game.
Now if only I can get to a live one!

A Fresh Start

She steps out into the sun and smiles, closing her eyes. This is the first fresh day she had seen in years. This is the day when everything becomes clear to her. The day when she realizes she doesn't have to settle, because she knows she's worth more.

Is there more to say than that? No.

Who isn't looking for a fresh start in life? How many of us would rather sit back and stay where it's safe and comfortable?

For years, that is what I did and today I call that cowardice. But, I am only saying that I was a coward, not you. Everyone has their place and their comfort zone. Me, screw that. I'm spontaneous and adventurous. I know that life is waiting out there for me.

Watch out world because here I come. I'm ready to take on and tackle what I need to make life worth living, because I am worth it.

Flat Tire

Awake and ready to start my day, I realize the garage door has been cracked open all night. I shake my head, shivering and walk to my car. Another reason to despise smoking. I slide in and start the car, hoping to get to the gym early, but my poor Mercedes is freezing and she's going to take a few minutes to warm up. I smile anyway and plug in my ipod. I never select a song, I always hit shuffle. I like the surprise of what will play next. I hear "Somebody call 911," and I'm ready to dance in my seat.
I shout out the lyrics and back out of the driveway with the stereo is blasted and head for the gym. I procrastinated on getting gas, because it was so cold the day before, and realized I'll have to stop before I arrive at the gym. As I sing, I miss my turn. Shrugging I continue to sing, still another gas station along the way.
I realize something is odd with my car when I turn the corner, but traffic is flowing too fast for me to just pull over. I turn down the radio and know either a break pad fell off, because the light flashed on, or something is wrong with a tire. I pull over as soon as I can and realize my tire blew out. As I look at it, I noticed a screw in the tire. My mouth hangs open, how on earth could this have happened.
I call the tire place and they arrange a tow truck. Though I am frustrated, I laugh. I laugh because there's no gas in the car and it's twenty degrees out. The tow truck won't arrive for an hour. It's going to be a cold, cold wait.
When the tow truck arrived, I smiled and said "Well, after looking at the tire I realized I got screwed." He laughed. I held out the key, "Here's the key, do you mind if I jump in your truck." He nodded. I climbed in and felt the instant relief of warmth. After several minutes, he climbs in and says to me, "You know, most people aren't so happy to see me."
I tell him, "Being angry certainly won't fix my tire and get me to the gym. So what's the point."
He shrugged smiling. I couldn't help but add, "I know I'm on a long and winding road, I was sure there would have to be a flat tire along the way."