If I had 24 little hours left in the day I'd would want to go looting, steal money, break windows, shit in public and not wipe my ass, tag on a cop car, stand on a cop car, shave my head bald, listen to a good song and dance to it, jump on a bed, drive really fast to nowhere, slide down a banister rail down a long flight of stairs, jump in a pool naked and wag the water off like a dog, eat all the junk food I can find, take a shot of Bacardi 151 to redeem myself, start a fire, take a hot shower and lay down naked in a warm bed with the heater on high, eat a Sonia's Kitchen sandwich, sit on a roof top smoking a joint reflecting on my life while trying not to cry........ is what I would probably have said circa 1999-2002.
The me today would truly only want to do one quarter of those things. But more than likely I would start the day with a huge breakfast for my kids and husband. Take a warm bubble bath with all 3 and splash and make a huge mess without ever bothering to clean up or let the mess bother me in the slightest, I'd get out and wag the water off and encourage all 3 to do the same. We'd lay in bed for about 20 minutes snuggling and having 'luvies'. Put on our best pajamas and watch a movie the girls would pick out. Go to a store after and rob all the best junk food, drive down to Grandma & Grandpa's house and pick them up. Go to a church and pray for another 20 minutes and then drive down to Disneyland for a final 'shabang'.
Before entering the park however, I would phone my mother and let her know that I forgive her for being the _______ mother she was/is, I would phone my Titi and let her know that it's ok to switch up routine once in a while and to forgive herself because Jesus forgives her. I would call all my sister's and brother and tell them I love them dearly. Then I would call Craig Olsen and tell him as a co-worker he is an obsessive compulsive piece of shit! As a human being he is a kind-hearted, neurotic, obsessive compulsive grandfather type. I would call Zulma and thank her for her unconditional love and friendship.
I know there are a million other things I could probably do but I wouldn't care because enough time has already been spent on others. I would go in the park and do absolutely everything we could do. Then I would break into a Disney Resort, the nicest room possible of course, and lay on their bed with the people I love most in those whole entire universe.
The truth is the world could end tomorrow. Perhaps not for the entire human race but definitely for me. I could get hit by a car, get shot in a drive-by, get stabbed by a stranger, be abducted tortured and murdered, get terminal breast or cervix cancer, fall down a flight of stairs, my car could blow up with me in it, a fatal car crash maybe. Either way would suck, but it could happen...
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