I've lived here for going on a dozen years now, and, despite that fact, I still have the occasional, "Wait....how did I get here, and what am I doing in Oklahoma?" moments.

Today I was driving down I-35, listening to "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses. Quite out of the blue I was thwacked upside the head by the realization that if you'd told me, back when the song came out, that, nearly twenty years later, I'd still be listening to the same song while driving to my house in Oklahoma with my kid in the back seat (and two more at home) I'd have told you to lay off the hallucinogens. So then I laughed. A lot. Because what else can you do? Life is funny. It's a little effed-up, too....but mostly it's funny.

P.S. - Right after that they played "I Want Action" by Poison and my next great revelation was how wholly inappropriate that song is when there's a seven-year-old in the car (another idea I'd probably have pooh-poohed back then, incidentally). But I took a chance that the screeching guitars coupled with poor enunciation would insure that most of what Bret was saying would go over her head, and I cranked it up. I may be old and living in Oklahoma but I'm not dead.