Just to relax

I thought that I should come over here and post up something. Just to take some time out of my day and get some relaxation.

Why is it that every time you plan some shit out, the shit that you didn't plan for happens? That would be a good way to describe my day thus far. I had a tight ass schedule that would not allow a lot of deviation but when you add people to any plan, you can never be sure how it will turn out. Today reinforced my idea that everybody is not like me. Which means that everyone does not act like me. Because if someone were to give me an assignment to do, I would not instead talk on my cell phone and waste 4hours doing something that should only take 2. Naw, I probably would.

I have an idea for a new story. Not exactly an idea but I want to start off a story with a description of a sweet summer evening in the south. I want to take the time and describe sitting on the porch in the evening with cousin talking about nothing all while the sun goes down. I want to Explain what it feels like after an evening rain when everything is all wet but the sun is shinning. Or those times when you spent the whole day at the pool and when evening comes you are tired as shit but you are excited cause somebody is about to start the grill. Or those lazy evenings when you don't do a thing except eat watermelon. Southern summer evenings are magical I think. Just describing it in the blog makes me feel all warm inside. I need to write something that includes that.

You know what I discovered the other day? I really do love my moms. I know that sounds weird but me and moms have had a 'hard row to ho' when it comes to building our relationship. I could go into all the details here but I think that would require another blog entry so I will just say that we had a few times of absence from one another and I think that is why our relationship was kinda funny. Once I had a friend tell me that she didn't think that I loved my mom and I remember feeling real bad when she said that. I mean, i thought I loved my mom and on some levels I think that I did. Just not the Love that we have right now. We really know each other and I know that she has my back and I hers. I remember once upon a time I would actually get angry at the idea that I was supposed to look out for her. Anger that came from feeling I had that she never really looked out for me. At least that was the perception I had. We talked and my perception changed. Sure she fucked up sometimes but she was young. Hell, I fucked up. At any rate, I know that I am just about all she got and to be honest, she is really all I have. She's my mom and even tho our situation did not look like some sit-com, in the end it worked for us. I think that I will have to dedicate an entry for us cause maybe some people will get something from it.