What if Life Were Like Super Mario?

I'm not really a gamer.  I don't play all the new, shoot-em-up games, and I don't have all the newest systems.  However, I CRANK Super Mario Bros.

HARD.

I'm talking old school. Almost as old school as you can get: Super NES.
My roommate and I play, a lot.
             Sometimes, we do really well. But, there are days where we do really bad. I mean really
     Bad.

Sometimes, it's for legitimate reasons: like the ghosts are being particularly annoying today; or maybe the little blue dinosaurs in the chocolate mountains are coming at you from everywhere and you forgot how lethal they were; or the wizard is being a bitch... But sometimes the reasons for death are not so legitimate.  Like when you jump
Right
Off
The
             Edge.
Thats a terrible way to go.  It's something that could have been avoided, and you feel stupid after making a mistake like that.  An equally pathetic death is when you run right into a koopa or one of those ugly brown things that never seem to die... or when you frantically try to
catch
your Yoshi, and you slam into one of those evil football players. (I think those guys are the worst, especially when they multiply,
                                               gross).

My roommate and I joke around all the time about how
                           super-cool
     we are
for playing
                      nintendo.
But, there's something that has to be admitted here: I get really
                                                                                                     ugly
                                            when I play nintendo.  Have you ever been in the same room as your father when he's watching hockey or football?  If you have, then you'll know that he yells at the TV (at least, mine does)... but it's more than that. See, he's not just welling AT the
Television,
they are screaming at the referees for making a bad call, or at the players for being stupid and letting the other guy intercept a pass.  Do you ever notice how foolish he is for doing that?
Well, times that by about 800 and then you've got me.
    I get
mental
   when I play nintendo. I scream. I yell. I swear a lot. I make awkward sounds that probably shouldn't emerge from the mouth of a woman. I bet I make really ugly faces... but thats the reality of it.  The worst part of it is, I do it when I do well too.

Doing well in Mario is a fantastic feeling.  It leaves you with a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment.  Beating a boss is amazing.  Completing a ghost house imparts dignity. Finding a secret passage you didn't realize was there before is
epic.
Pwning the wizard empowers me to scream "joyful profanities" (if there IS such a thing) at the television.

What if life was LIKE Super Mario?

                                                 CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE IT?!?!?!?!?!?!

Think about it... There would be
Theme music
           everywhere
you went.  You could grow and shrink at any possible time depending what kind of mushrooms or flowers you ran through.  People would be zipping through the skies. You would hold onto your pennies.  Dinosaurs would still roam the Earth. There would be no questioning whether or not ghosts existed.

You would
Never
Really...                                                                 Die.

Eating the green mushrooms would give you an extra year.  If you go to the Forest of Illusion, there's a level where you can get A LOT of lives.  If you play it over and over again, you can get as many as you want.  Can you imagine something like that? People would NEVER die. They'd just keep going back for more life.
              talk about a fountain of youth.

If you didn't know about all the ways you can earn lives, and you received a
                GAME OVER,
You start from where you left off.

Huh... interesting.

Honey and The Bee. I Fracking Wish

Don't remind me

That some days I'm the windshield
And other days I'm just a lucky bug
These cold iron rails
Leave old mossy trails
Through the countryside
The crow and the beanfield
are my best friends, but boy I need a hug

(Boy I need a hug)

'Cause my heart stops without you
There's something about you
That makes me feel alive

If the green left the grass on the other side
I would make like a tree and leave
But if I reached for your hand, would your eyes get
wide
Who knew the other side could be so green

Don't remind me
I'm a chickadee in love with the sky
But that's clearly not a lot to crow about
'Cause when the stars silhouette me
I'm scared they'll forget me and flicker out
I taste honey but I haven't seen the hive
Yeah, I didn't look, I didn't even try

But still my heart stops without you
There's something about you
That makes me feel alive

If the green left the grass on the other side
I would make like a tree and leave
But if I reached for your hand, would your eyes get wide
Who knew the other side could be so green

We are honey and the bee

Backyard of butterflies surrounded me
I fell in love with you like bees to honey
Let's up and leave the weeping to the willow tree
And pour our tears in the sea

I swear!
There's a lot of vegetables out there
That crop up for air
Yeah, I never thought
We were two peas in a pod
To be suddenly bloomed
And I knew that I'd always love you

Oh, I'll always love you too

If the green left the grass on the other side
I would make like a tree and leave
But if I reached for your hand, would your eyes get
wide
Who knew the other side could be so green

If the green left the grass on the other side
I would make like a tree and leave
But if I reached for your hand, would your eyes get
wide
Who knew the other side could be so green

If I reached for your hand for the rest of my life
Who knew the other side could be so green


--thanks for writing this, Adam Young. You're an inspiration

Like Clockwork

Life loves to throw curveballs.

I don't think it knows how to
NOT
throw them.

It's like...
Here I am, minding my own business, doing what I do. Being who I want to
be.  I am SINGLE and for once in what feels like
...forever,
I'm happy.  No, happy is an understatement.  I'm everything that goes along with it. I feel
Joyful.

Content.

Myself.
I know who I am.  I am in control of my life. I'm letting Jesus
steer the wheel.
          (or, trying to)
And I say "Hey God, I'm good right now, thanks. You are ALL I need. Screw boys, right!"
Then he laughs at me and says
"I DON'T THINK SO..."              OR, maybe this is a test of my will power.

Yeah
I met
              Someone.

He seems wonderful. But there are a few things in the way. Like the
12 YEAR age gap.  Think about that for just a second.  Are you done thinking about that?  Good, because while you're moving on to the next thought, I'm still
    dwelling
on the fact that this bo..er...Man. This man is more than a decade older than I am, and less then a decade younger than my mother.

MY MOTHER.
chew on that one for a while.  How does that taste? It leaves a bad taste in my mouth too.

I realize I am getting too ahead of myself here. Sometimes I can be irrational;
but excuuuuuse me for falling victim for a guy who seems to be just my type:

         christian*
kind
   interesting
successful
                      driven
outgoing

Okay, so maybe these are things that the vast majority of people look for in their "type" of guy. But seriously, other than the age gap, he's like everything I've been looking for.  He's a christian*. yeah...

                                                                                   A CHRISTIAN*
Sure, there are lots of them out there, but I haven't found any.  Not any good ones... none that seem to be interested in me, anyways.
but
wait....

I don't even know if he is interested in me now. I feel like this is going to make my head spin. Yep, there it goes

spinning.

Kind of like the hands on the clock of life, going round and round, ticking away... waiting to

mess
me
UP

                                 And there he goes, talking to me again. It continues.