Awesome.

Sometimes life gets a little frustrating.
Its easy, for me at least, to get hooked up on small things and let them make me upset for a while.

Like cleaning, then coming home 12 hours later and having the house be gross again.
Or when no one pays attention to bills.
Or no one puts the trash out.
Or when people complain about things, and then I ask if they did something about it, and they reply with a no.

But then I think of other small things like that that are awesome.
And I mean awesome.

Like the stars.
How often do you get a chance to really go and sit outside and look? And just think? I'm doing research on bats for my thesis and I am stumbling around in the dark at sunset, twilight, then nighttime constantly. I hate turning on my head lamp because there are always those three quick seconds where my eyes lose focus when I turn it off. I hate losing sight of those marvelous, bright, shining balls of gas in the sky. No matter how many times I am outside it never ceases to amaze me. Awesome.

Or the fact that seeing a match go out and smoke really makes you appreciate air. You can't see it, your lungs breathe it automatically, your heart beats automatically, so air usually goes unnoticed and not thought about. Wouldn't it suck though if all the air disappeared all at once? Yeah, think about it. Here's to you air, awesome.

The smell of matches. Awesome.

That first moment when you jump into bed and its cold. Then, magically, you create a huge warm sport and immediately become relaxed until an appendage ventures into the rest of the unwarmed covers. Then you appreciate that warm spot. Awesome.

Driving with the windows down by yourself on the highway.I love moments like these
because they are just awesome. Warm air, cool breeze, and that relaxing roar of the wind going by. Stick your arm out the window and make that flowing wave up and down motion with your hand. Doing this at night is the best. You have a great view of the stars, there is no one on the road and you can go as you please. Awesome.

The crunch of a really good apple. No matter where or who you are, you know that biting into an apple sound when you hear it. Sure from the outside it is one of the loudest, most annoying things to listen to. But on the inside, when you hear that crunch, you know that guy is enjoying that piece of fruit. Awesome.

I found this website today.

http://1000awesomethings.com/

It really made me appreciate things a lot more, especially on days like today where I sweat the small stuff.

Keep it up universe.

The drive home.

As she was leaving the city with its marvelous lights behind, she let those caged thoughts loose.
It hurt so much, that easy friendship.
They had their past, the whole dating, breakup, friends, now fuck buddy thing.

She thought she was over it.
Then these thoughts came and invaded her happiness.
She could swallow them for a while.
With time though, they kept coming back up, a treacherous vomit of things left unsaid.

These wonderful visits, she glanced back in the review mirror, are over.

She knew what she was doing.
He knew what he was doing.
They continued to hurt each other, but never gave thought as to what could happen if they kept on that easy friendship.

Instead they were on and off.
Talking when they knew what they were doing, and knew what they wanted.
Then there was always a period of time before the next one happened.

From an outside perspective it was sickening.
She knew it.

As the glow from the city lights faded, so did that euphoric feeling in her heart.
The more she thought about things, the more hurt she became.

Finally, the barrier broke and the tears came.

Sidewinder.

Those damned chickens. Always stirring up dust. I slammed the window shut and walked outside to see what the big deal was. I stood on the wooden porch and looked down at it. So weathered and worn. Proof of a long, fruitful life. It creaked with every step I took. The breeze picked up and the chickens were nowhere within hearing range. Odd. I stepped off the porch and looked across the farm. The chickens were nowhere in sight. Its around dinner time, where the hell are they? The breeze brought a strange smell with it this time. Not quite like burning, but almost. And rain. Definitely a hint of rain. I scanned the farm, not sure of what I was looking for. And then I saw it. The reason the dust was being kicked up. The reason the chickens were missing. The reason the breeze had a hint of burning rain in it. Across the field was the beginnings of a tornado.

Pinto Beans.

He saw her there in the cereal aisle.
Short, blonde, and athletic.
Damn, she just looked...solid.

He watched her for a while, as she debated between some granola which cost $4.15, or the Special K, which cost $3.78.
She went with the Special K.
Good choice.

Then she turned around.
He saw that ass.
That beautfiul, shapely, round, ass.
The kind of ass that just makes you want to put your arms around her and cup it, squeeze it, caress it...naked.

He was picturing her naked.
Him.
At least twice her age, overweight, and balding.
Looking at this 20 something girl wearing jeans that made that ass shine.
Oh he just wanted to tackle her.

"Are you an athlete?" he asked.
She turned around with a crooked smile and a quizzical expression on her face.
"Yeah." she replied "Softball."

She had the face of a seasoned athlete. The face of someone who know what hard work was. The face of someone who knew defeat, but continued to try.

"You look like it. Your face." yourassyourassyourass. "And your uhm.." He flexed.
She laughed. Beautiful girl. "Yeah...I get that sometimes. Thanks I guess."

"Oh no its a good thing, looking like that. Its very attractive." Oops.

She blushed and laughed. She was even more beautiful once she got flustered. "Yeah, I guess you're right... I have to get going though, have a great Easter." She smiled again, then turned around with her cereal and walked down the aisle.

Ohh that ass.

He watched as she walked down the aisle, around the corner, and out of his life, taking that ass with her.