Rock the world & Wait my turn

Firstly as you may have guessed from My super short Post on Myspace.. The dishwasher is finally just a check in the "Fuckin' DONE" column.
I suppose I should give The better half the award for Most Patiently perfect spouse... :D
I tried to explain... it is Like installing a windshield durring the winter time... You gotta bring it inside and let it Slooooooooooooooowly come up to temp. before installing it... ~>Laughs<~

Just kiddin'.
Well, I have more work to get done before the party so I am actually looking forward to getting some more done this weekend. I can't wait to be to the point where the only goals that we have are Wants... Not Needs... I don't mean that to sound negative (If it did) I just mean to be at the point where there is no Urgency for repairs.
I have an older home... so I will never Truly be "Done" done... but you know.. the BIG things are what I am talking about.

Now Onto something I didn't have the energy to get into last night..... I needed sleep and Stuff. ;0P
I was down in my basement while plumbing and wiring the Dishwasher.
I needed to move some boxes around and stack stuff up out of the way.
While doing this in a partially stooped over manner... I knocked over one of the crates that I had just balanced rather stupidly on the gap between two previously stacked boxes.
As it began it's path toward the ground I attempted to stop it...
All I succeeded in doing was knocking over a different crate... sending the contents scattering this way and that. In normal fashion I Sighed out a Low Cuss as I stooped down to gather up all of the contents.
Snatching them up and stuffing them back into the container.
Looking this way and that I gathered in all of the scattered items. I looked as I got closer to one of the last items... Strange... That looks like....
>I reached down...<
I sat back on one of the crates and just stared... I hadn't seen this in a very long time.
I held the book in my hands.
Opening the cover I was taken back.
Staring back at me from those musty pages was the history of me.
Or at least the pieces that I had captured. It was the notebook that contianed the old songs that I wrote on the back of slips while loitering at Triple J.
>I turned another page<
There were the songs written by Rick.
Then some that we wrote together.
As I thumbed through the pages I saw how childish and Young some of my opinions and outlooks were...
How little I truly understood about the world I lived in.
But it was a refreshing look at myself...
Fumbling around... Something slid from the back.
A slightly tattered envelope that had been tucked away.
I Looked at the front and smiled.
Diggin' into it... I pulled out a collection of letters.
Letters that Rick wrote to keep my spirits up when I was away.
I know I have said he is my best friend... but reading through the letters and remembering that he has always been my best bub... It made me appreciate having him back even more than I already did.
I have to say I am not sure How a chain of events as random as that can leads to what I got...
But It was a great way to remember the long road that it takes to get to who you are.
Sometimes I forget that It took a long time to build the person I have become.

So... I mean it isn't a story about takin' a shot to "the Boys" but it is my story for this evening. ;p