plethora of thoughts

Happy Birthday, Jeremy. Where ever you may be.

Do you mute the radio in the car when you receive a text message on your cell phone? I do. It's not like I can't hear the message. Guess I can't do three things at once. Oh, wait. I do more than three things at home and work all the time. However, I still can't walk and chew gum.

Why are people, who are supposed to be smart, sometimes so dumb? Case in point. You have been advised not to speak to or about someone or something by the authorities. And you continually do so. Don't even realize that you are. Or, you can't make the connection from one case or incident to another.

Ever wanted to be somewhere you are not, only to find that once you got to somewhere, you truly wanted to be where you were, not where you are?

Ever lost touch with a family member or friend, only to have them call you out nowhere? And you can't decide if it is a good thing or a bad thing they "found" you? Although it is not like I was lost. Had the same job for nearly 16 years and lived in the same place for going on 19 years. Had the same home phone number for those same 19 years. (Yea, Yea, I know it is busy in the evening; thank country life and dial up, baby!!!)

Ok, so it isn't truly a plethora. But they are thoughts.