Friday, December 21, 2012

Life full of mania with a dash of humor and a slice of normality (those are the secret ingredients) Vol 4 Issue 34

I kind of pride myself on white elephant gift giving; I did have to learn the hard way though. My first Christmas in Denver my team at AT&Tizzle had a white elephant and I took it serious (the only one who did by the way). Needless to have to explain in any detail but my gift made me more than not look like a tool.  After that experience I committed to go balls deep when it comes to white elephant gifts.

A Couple of Family White Elephant Gift Highlights:
2010: Grandma received a gift certificate to the Lion’s Den
2012: The family shared the King Cobra and 10 sack of White Castles (I’m not telling who bashed the burgers but they definitely got eaten)

Well Shit, I totally forget where I was going with that…

Well I’m sure it was something corny like don’t be too quick to judge a shitty gift or something. Like for instance that Lion’s Den gift card I think got stolen so many times no one is really sure who ended up with it (although Poncho seemed pretty happy for awhile after that Xmas). Even the King Cobra and White Castles were a hit, well the 40 not so much but those burgers definitely didn’t make it very long (so why do White Castles have five holes? Because it takes 5 BB’s to kill a rat).

Back when I was a Coloradoian, Coloradonite; when I was living in Denver I totally missed the point of the white elephant. I mean I’m pretty sure I was that lame person that bought a DVD I wanted so I could steal it back (ok I definitely was). I soon realized the whole point of the shitty gift is the game involved and really had nothing to do with the gift at all (confession: I totally wanted that Lion’s Den gift certificate though).

In a roundabout way what I think I’m getting to is that I’ve been feeling pretty crappy lately. Yes there maybe global warming going on but winter has returned and Big D has come right along with it. Although I’m getting better at recognizing the symptoms because this time it only took me like two days of wanting to walk out into the middle of a cornfield and quit trying before I realized that was just that depression bullshit messing with me.

Since then I’ve still been having my troubles from time to time but I think I’m handling ol’ dick Big D (that’s my new nickname for it) pretty well. I’m sure he’ll be back with a vengeance at some point in the near future but like my doc’s have reminded me that there’s no cure for BMD (so I’ll just deal with it).

I suppose to try and wrap this thing up (get it?) I’d say that as bad as ol’ dick Big D can be its just part of what I’ve been given with this BMD. Even on the days I feel pretty cruddy I can usually at least write some for my book or whatever and it makes me feel better. That’s probably why I’m starting to look at it with a real familiarity to a shitty white elephant gift, in that at first as bad as it can seem it can still be pretty great (corniness achieved).

Since many of my manic experiences involve music I’ve decided to add random music videos to the blog for my enjoyment and your inconvenience. Enjoy!

Coming Correct,

1 comment:

  1. Definitely one of your bests! Grandma getting the Lion's Den card...classic!