March Time - March!
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In Pursuit of Happyness
Baby Mumble: [tap dancing] I'm happy, Pa!
Memphis: Whatcha doin' with your feet?
Baby Mumble: [looks down] They're happy, too! ~ From the Movie, "Happy Feet"
What's wrong with being happy? There is, if you feel that you're the only one feeling it. What's worse is if instead of radiating the feelings to others, you get that notion that you're being dragged in to their quagmire of dissatisfaction, their mindless ranting, their endless chatter and complaining and worst of it all - you become the saddest person after.
But no one's stopping me from dancing like Matt Harding or the Numa numa guy. Because today is the first day of March!
This is my favorite month. This is when I become older and
IRONY OF THE POLICE
Last Saturday, after our skiing sortie, on a 50 kph Lakeshore drive, we were driving, laughing and happily pointing out parts of our city that we haven't discovered yet. So the flashing red, blue lights reflected from my rear view mirror caught me off guard. I pulled over. Hands on the steering wheel. Checked my seatbelt.
So this is how it feels in a movie. When from the driver's rear view mirror, you could see a dignified police man stepping out of a zebra-colored police car and walking towards you. "It may be Saturday night, but we haven't had a swig of alcohol and I was driving within speed limit, so why...", I was mumbling to myself in Tagalog.
"Good evening officer."
"License (I gave him my license - even before he finished) ...and "
"and Regis (Mitzi gives him our car docs)- tration."
This is where he will ask me to step out of my car, and let me walk in a straight line, holding my other ear and doing sit ups of sorts. But no.
"What seems to be wrong Officer?", was how I wanted to sound like the guys in the movies. "Nothing. You're actually good. Everything is good. Just make sure you have the other part of your registration in there."
"You have insurance?" (shows him that small piece of paper they call Insurance here in Canada, vis a vis - the thick wad of papers inside a clear cellophane that we had in the Philippines).
"Ok then, have a good night.", returns all my docs and turns back to his car, and drives past me.
The police story doesn't end there.
Last night, instead of the police catching me, I caught The Police. THE Police, De Do do doo, de da da da Police! Yes, thanks to Mark for the heads up. I just clicked a link from his entry and it brought me to a flashing headline, "Third Toronto date confirmed on Police tour...- Now Pre-Selling".
Ha! To cut to the chase, but within speed limits, I got 2 tickets - for November 8, 2007. Exactly 9 months from now.
So that's why the smile, the giddy feeling, the Matt dancing, the happy feet!