Holy Shit...

Yesterday I had one of the best moments of my life! I was recognized. Oh, I've been  recognized before. But it's usually in relation to someone or something else, i.e. the Gap lady, Jake's mom, or  Jimmy's wife. My identity has  become so ambiguous that recently I was referred to as Chester's mommy. And just for the record..... Chester is my dog. Really.  Does it get any worse than that? I have become that guy who always plays the sharpshooter in movies and TV. You know...the one that can do that thing with the toothpick in his mouth. I know exactly what he looks like, but I have no idea what his frigging name is.

Even better is when I am recognized for parts of my behavior that I'm not necessarily proud of. As in "oh you are the woman who almost got arrested at the football game" or "hey are you the one that's always breaking shit?"  I do not aspire to be the crazy lady, really I don't. I will admit  that my behavior often does indicate a propensity for crazy but I assure you I do not wake up in the morning saying this is my day to be known as a loon. Quite the opposite actually. I'm like an addict reciting The Serenity Prayer before my feet can even touch the ground. God, please give me the strength NOT to be an idiot today. But before you know it, I'm standing at the corner hitching a ride on the crazy bus. The driver has accepted my bus token and it's too late to turn back. I'm on the bus and it's going nowhere good.

Within the last year or so, I've decided to embrace that which is me. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I refuse to fight it anymore. There is a reason I continuously jump on that bus and hell if I'm not going to make the most of it. Whether you believe in God, Buddha, or Oprah Winfrey....someone is running the show up there and I can't imagine that it's easy. I'm pretty sure that even as The Supreme Ruler of The Universe, you've got to be able to kick back and have some  fun. And I believe that is where I come in. My role in maintaining cosmic balance is to keep 'em laughing. Mother Theresa fed the hungry, Ghandi strove for peace and I shall continue to be an idiot for the sake of everyone else's sanity. Because if I can make you laugh just once today, I've done my job.

As for the woman who recognized me yesterday....I will admit that she didn't know my name. But that's OK,  because she DID recognize me as "that woman who writes that blog." And she thinks it's hysterical. So woman who I met yesterday at the football game....this blog is for you. Thanks for making MY day.

Oh, and by the way....I'm Chester's mom.