Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Pop the top


I know I'm only 21 but I'm pulling the "back when I was a kid" card. What is with the Internet code to when stuff?!?! Do you know what I'm talking about? OK scenario: You pick up an ice cold bottle of your favorite soda (Dr. Pepper....mmmmmm. Thinking of you Best Friend). Your just about the unscrew the top when you see "Win a 2009 Charger!" On the front with instructions to look under the cap to see if you have won. Excited you quickly unscrew the cap and peer underneath to see if you have won this incredible prize. AND ALL YOU SEE IS FZ7284Y. WHAT THE PUKE IS THAT!?!?!

Seriously. What is with the Internet codes. How hard is it to say "You Win!" These people are sucking the joy out of life. What is more fun? ...to be walking down the street and see a regular guy open a soda and start jumping up and down screaming with excitement; all the while not noticing his precious soda spilling all over his new pants? -OR- Walking down the street and seeing a guy open a soda and then stair all confused like at the bottom of his soda cap?

The glory days are over. When I was a kid Coke even took it a step better. They made a soda contest that the entire top of your soda can would come off and within an empty can of soda, at the bottom of the can it said YOU WIN in huge bold letters. I remember anticipating it every time I went to open my (at the time) favorite drink. Opening it real slow hoping to see the whole top come off instead of just the usual tab opening up. Kids don't have this kind of joy anymore. They have to buy something then find a computer, get on the internet AFTER getting parents permission, to see if they won a messily t-shirt.

What threw me over the edge on this was shopping yesterday. I'm moseying my way down the lane of Big Lots looking at everything. I come to the pet section and remember how board my dog has been lately so I decide to buy him a bone (which he buried almost as soon as I gave it to him. So much for fun). I come upon one that looks good enough for him. I'm reading the out side and the package says "extremely digestible*" I'm thinking "what does that mean?" I notice the * so I look on the back of the box to further investigate. The back literally says "what does extremely digestible mean?..." I'm thinking hey it's reading my mind! Hooray the answers are here. It continues "log on to www(whatever it was).com to find out." WHAT?!?!? Just tell me! TELL ME!!! I know that we've made a lot of technological advances over the years. The Internet has put the world at our fingertips. But when you don't want the whole world and want one messily little answer such as "you win" or "it means that your dog can digest it better" or what ever aren't we going backwards with technology?

When I Think of You

GREIF
By Sarah Chafin

It’s slowly starting to sink in.
It doesn’t hurt…it sucks.
There’s no other term for it. It sucks.
I don’t feel at a loss…yet
More like an addition
This awkward new thing has moved into my core
Greif
It doesn’t look like it’s going to leave
It’s shoved it’s way in moving everything in it’s path to make room
Room for it’s unwelcome self
Taking up space like some huge piece of unwanted useless furniture
It rubs on the other pieces of my life
Reminding me that it’s here taking up this space
This space that was once filled with love
Love that I had grown so accustom to I was sure it was part of life
But now it’s gone
And so quickly that I’m only now realizing it’s absence
I catch myself thinking that this hole will soon be filled by it’s previous occupant
But Greif reminds me that’s not going to happen
Ever again
For the rest of my days
He’s gone

Thursday, January 8, 2009

It slowly starts to sink in. Thank you God that grief comes in waves. You never give us more than we can handle. He's gone. It's not real. It's like the timeline was cut short. He was suppose to be here for more than this. He was suppose to walk me down the aisle one day. He was suppose to watch his grand kids grow up. He was suppose to get better. See Jesus. Live life. And he's gone.
My dad died.
It's unreal.
It shouldn't have happened...and not the way that it did. He crashed so fast. One day he's putting up Christmas lights, a week later I'm watching a machine breath for him. A week later my now little family is watching him take his last breaths.
He was scared to die. He was scared to be alone. I hope he knew he wasn't.
Home feels like it's missing this HUGE piece now. It's amazing how one person affects you life SO much.
I loved him...and now I miss him.