Being Born in a Barn

I must of been born in a barn for many reasons, but the main give away is all the pictures of me riding a tractor while I was a baby. Not to mention how I always forget to shut doors, but it's not even doors. Its cabinets and desk draws, you name it. Maybe I'm just not very mindful when it comes to that. I try my best though. Breaking old bad habits is one of the hardest things to do that is why there are groups like AA. Maybe there should be a group for people like me. It could be called Breaking Rude Habits for Those Who Come From a Barn, o wait that is too long. 

How does all this translate to love you ask? Umm well, it's hard to find good ones if you have the mannerism of a pig. Ok, not a pig, but you get my drift. 

I love this term being born in a barn, because it represent the  non exist of socialization of society. Sometimes I just don't how to react in social gatherings like fiending over spilt milk in front of a BOSS. Not Kosher, but I think I added humor to the night, right? 

Clearly, I have some more lessons that I need to learn. I'm sorry Mom I was such a hard one to train. It's no reflection on you though. If you learn later in life than that just means you gave me the skills along the way somewhere. Don't forget to shut those doors. Sometimes you have to shut the old one to open a new.

WARNING: This is just a blog. A way to express and create, many things are falsified. And Mom I love you!! You're the best!!