In a mood again……

I hate being in moods, they are and can be highly childish, this time above and beyond childish and I let it dominate my day. No longer, I wash my hands--feet--arms--mind and what other appendage I may have that need a good cleansing. Hung out around the house for a while yesterday afternoon in hopes to talk to Amy for a while, she decided that hand holding of her brother and father was the best route. That’s ok, what ever makes her satisfied is alright with me, sometimes we have to do things we don’t really want or accept them....
Lori and Mom and I had pizza that really didn’t settle well with me. (possibly because of the funk ass mood I was in). Lori demonstrated how you should really eat a slice, chomping from the crust. It didn’t interest me but I sat with a fake amused face. She left gleefully to hop online to talk to “Barton”. Ughh
Tonight, Chris and I plan on listening to Trace a while, Trace is all fired up with his trip to Texas in two days to do a meet and greet with some big wig singers. I can remember when he used to get so angry when his dad made him practice. His father is a minister in the church my family attends and he felt that if Trace was busy with music it would keep him out of trouble. What a joke, two years or more ago he started playing again with a small group that met on weekends then they progressed to an every night ordeal. After his father saw that it was consuming his life he encouraged (demanded) that he play on Sundays and at his revivals, which prompted offers to visit other functions (birthdays-weddings-funerals). Now he is a bluegrass king, -snickers- he says that we should give him five or more years on this and he moves on to his on genre of music. I say “right on!” and only hope the best for him.
So tonight I plan on going and tormenting him a while and playing a few games of pool and darts to let out my aggressions for the night. It’s the weekend and time to relax and enjoy the days --- which are getting much shorter now…. Bring on the dark….
This one song is rambling in my head… possibly because Jacks was playing it over and over while I talked to him yesterday--Keith Urban You’ll think of me…I heed the words and the warning.