Sometimes I have all these big ideas for posts that I want to write.  I’ll be driving in my car and think of something that I want to blog about, but by the time I finally sit down to bust out a post, the idea seems silly or no longer relevant.  Right now?  I have about 18 ideas of things I want to write about, but I don’t want to go on with another bullet type list, so then the question is, where do I turn first?

Other times I’ll sit down to write a post I have in mind, and the words, the ideas that I had prior, just seem to escape me.  My thoughts, so put together and concise when I first thought of it all, seem to end up coming out far more verbose and far less witty than I want.  Does this happen to anyone else?

I once started carrying around a little tape recorder with me, partly for these very reasons.  Well that idea lasted about 2 weeks.  Batteries from it were falling out in my car, a friend (who doesn’t know I blog) found it and asked too  many questions, and now it resides in my glove compartment.  Blah.

Anyway, today is Leap Day and that’s my topic of choice.

Did you know that Randy Jackson celebrates a bday today?  And this morning, on the front page of the newspaper was the most precious old man, who will be celebrating his 96th birthday today… and also? his 24th.  His 24th birthday that can actually be celebrated on his day of birth. 

I was thinking earlier in the week how odd that would be, to have a birthday one year, and not the next three.  And this day… it almost feels like we’re getting an extra chance.  A freebie.  I’m the type of person who thinks of things in “a year from now” terms, or… “a year ago I was doing ___.”  How weird is it that next year, we won’t be able to say, “a year ago today…”

Hmm.  I’m intrigued by that stuff.

I often wonder what I would do if I had an extra hour in a day, an extra day in a week.  The energy I’d feel if I could get one more free hour of sleep.  If I could procrastinate one more day.

And essentially, that’s sort of what we’re getting in a way today, at least that’s how it almost feels.  We’re getting an bonus day, an opportunity once in four years time, to get an extra. 

I almost want to do something bad.  In a way it feels like this day will just get tossed into a black hole after this, and I think, what would I do if the consequences of today didn’t really matter?

I would tell a certain superior in my workplace what I really think about him.  I’d go on a retail therapy binge and buy every single shoe I like.  I’d drink copious amounts of truth serum tequila and promptly call him.  I’d probably sleep with that fireman (aww, remember the elusive Mr. F?), despite the harsh reality that he has a serious girlfriend (consequences don’t matter!, ethics and morals and values don’t count!).  I’d eat all of the decadent desserts that I desire and as many salty chips as I want.  I’d damn straight have sex with my ex.  I’d watch lots of Lifetime movies, reality tv, and other mindless crap.  I’d skip work.  Or as the case may be, I’d leave work for lunch, and just not go back.  At all.

Geesh, so many ideas of what I would do if it just… didn’t matter.  A free bonus day where what I did just never counted. 

Happy Leap Day.  Would would you do if there were absolutely no consequences?