Feeling Sorry

Ya know, I was walking around the other day feeling sorry for myself.  Ya know how it goes, I wished my car hadn't blowed up (that was a real bummer, just paid off the other one a week or 2 earlier)I wished I didn't have to work second shift, boy it'd be nice if I could quit my second job.  It'd be nice to have high-speed internet at the house so I could knock back a couple of beers and play something live.

But I got thinking, I have 2 wonderful kids and a wife that no other could even touch.  I have a nice place to live that will be mine in a couple of years, and some of the best friends anyone could as for.  My friends are diverse, I went camping last weekend at a campground, and we took a couple of flat-tops and after about a hour of playing we had people edging closer to hear the music (by the way the music ranged from, Johnny Cash to George Jones to HInder).   And then I have my boy Sandshark, I can go into work at Wal-Mart and he can tell if I need to laugh or if I'm in a good mood.  Vicodin7point5 is one of my boys (if he ever gets online to play with us again hint hint). And I also have my "redneck" friends that I can call up to go fishing or hunting with.

So the next time you start to feel sorry for yourself, just remember what you have.