Debt… Money… and a burrito

Ok.. I have no idea what the hell I am thinking by adding the word burrito in the title of this post.  It was something that struck me… a word that came into focus as I was trying to think of something profound.  There really is nothing profound about a burrito.  It’s a tortilla with various and assorted crap rolled inside.  Hmmmm… maybe that’s the connection between the money and the burrito… debt is this blanket term that has all kinds of crap rolled inside.

For me right now that crap is a variety of assorted things… from various court appearances, to phone calls from collection agencies, to me trying to figure out how to get my daughter to replicate a dollar bill… alright yes the third one isn’t happening, my daughter isn’t that good of an artist… although at 8 I think she’s amazing.

Alright… yep I know that we still are stretching to get to the burrito… I guess we will just have to settle for the fact that when I went to the freezer tonight to look for something to cook I contemplated making a frozen burrito… still might… I don’t know, it’s awful late to be having dinner.

You know, I think you can often tell those who have a lot of money from those who are just barely making it… the one’s who are just barely making it often have the wider waistlines… let’’s face it, cheap food is not as healthy for you and adds to the diameter of the hips.  You would think that wouldn’t be that case, you would think that if you were broke your dress size would decrease as you couldn’t afford to eat.  But nope… cheap food is high in calories… low in nutrtional value and light on the wallet.  At least in the present, the here and now.. in the long term the expansion on the bum will end up costing more than the food ever did in the first place.

Woo HOO I finally figured out how to incorporate the damn burrito from the title… if it weren’t for the debt, I wouldn’t have frozen burritos, which are cheap, in my freezer.  Takes a massive bow and dances about in her chair… thank you … thank you very much.

I NEED Sleep!!

Alright, have you ever really, really needed to go to sleep but you just keep finding yourself doing other things. You start to head to bed then suddenly you are drawn back. You sit down at the computer to look at that last email. You pull open your Skype, Yahoo, MSN (insert various communication methods here) and suddenly you are in the midst of a drama filled conversation. As you read, type, interact etc. you find that the minutes tick by and you look down at the clock cussing at yourself because tonight you WERE going to go to bed early.

Sighs…this is the world today. There was a time when the phone stopped ringing at 9p.m. so you pretty much were left to the family and the TV. Now there is the computer….it sits on your desk… or even in your lap. It calls to you and tells you that somewhere out there, there are people waiting to speak to you. ORRRRRR you find yourself sitting there typing on the proverbial blog… journal… wiki… whatever, explaining the latest whoopdy doo thing you did on (insert game or other computer driven activity here).

Am I complaining about this… nope. It’s all fine and good to me. Life is being lived…even if it is through the electronic means. I talk to people from around the world. I know more people today than I did yesterday and tomorrow I will meet more. I have close friends…I have acquaintances. When all is said and done, the computer does one thing that we as humans have failed to do…it breaks down walls. People have a tendency to look with their eyes and judge. A friend may never be made because we looked at someone and say something that just didn’t work for us. Yet, with the computer we are talking before we see with our eyes. We are reading the words…the thoughts… the emotions… Sure some people can and do lie their asses off via the computer… yet… how is that different from when someone who tells you a lie to your face?

Ah well…I need sleep and I am going.

OMG – She’s Alive

Ok…so I have disapppeared completely from the world.  Not really, I just seem to be spread so thin that I never get to be here.  I am hoping to change that.  Who knows?  Sometimes I think that blogging is a total focus on the self and maybe that is just too selfish.  I don’t know…

What I have a tendency to do here is just rattle and let my thoughts stick to the screen persay.  I guess you could say this is mental masturbation.  Here I am completely and totally letting whatever runs through this little brain of mine move down my arms and through my fingertips onto this little screen.

You know sometimes…do we do this simply because we are desperate to share our thoughts…desperate to put them out there but are afraid how society will, in fact, embrace them.  I have other blogs…the one’s where I edit and I am careful as to what I say…they have my name…they have my picture…they are the one’s that could be tracked back to me.  Although I guess if you think about it…all of them can.  I don’t know…maybe I feel like I can speak freely here because I have not identified…I have not stood on the mountaintop and proclaimed ownership.  and yet…. which is me?  which of the blogs is the one that is me…

Second Life

So I started playing around with the sim, Second Life. I am really enjoying it, but I have to admit that I don’t like the number of lies that some of the SOB’s tell on that thing. I have found that you just have to take the good with the bad. I have met some very interesting people on the sim. I like the ability to chat with people from all over the world. It has been rewarding.

There is one thing that takes some getting used to though, people are running around naked everywhere. There are some places where they aren’t but they do seem to love the whole let it hang loose and let the world see what your avatar has and has not got. Oh well…

Roadius Jackassitis – A Serious Condition

I am one of those privileged people who lives in one of the states hit by the recent winter storm. Albeit I am not in an area that received more than a foot or so of snow and ice, but for the purposes of this particular commentary, even a ½ inch of ice would do.

There is a definite reason why I do not go out of my house much during this time of year. Some might accuse me of being antisocial, which is definitely not the case. Others might cite my not liking the cold. Although I am the first to admit that I am not a fan of freezing my backside off, this particular aversion to going out has to do with the yearly onset of a condition I call Roadius Jackassitis.

There are minor outbreaks of Roadius Jackassitis throughout the year. We’ve all been subjected to one or two people suffering from this condition at various times, but for some reason this particular affliction hits hardest when the roads are less than perfect. During the winter months when the snow and ice are most likely to be present, is when Roadius Jackassitis comes out of its dormant stage causing seemingly normal people do dangerous and frightening maneuvers on the roads.

Often the onset of Roadius Jackassitis (R.J.) is accompanied by the need to get the big ol’ gas guzzling SUV out of the garage. The purpose for pulling out the big guns of course, is to ensure that the person suffering from this affliction will be able to get their automobile up to their normal driving speeds. Normal driving speed is a relative issue directly related to how late they are running on any given day; if normal speed for the R.J. sufferer happens to be 10 to 20 miles above the speed limit, than that is the goal of pulling out the SUV.

People suffering from Roadius Jackassitis seem to forget that four wheel drive does not mean four wheel stop. In fact, I have noticed that the larger the vehicle the longer it takes it to come to a stop on a slippery surface. I believe this whole principle has something to do with inertia and the reduced friction due to ice. The R.J. sufferer however is unaware of the laws of physics or simply does not care that they apply to all.

R.J. is a serious condition that often leads to a variety of accidents during the winter season. People with R.J. are the ones who will ride your bumper when there is a sheet of ice covering the road. They will pass you when the four lane road has been reduced to two, often forcing cars to drive dangerously close to snow banks to avoid the R.J. vehicle. R.J. guided vehicles are the easiest ones to spot during hazardous road conditions as they are the ones that are driving like nothing has changed. They see the people driving around them cautiously and complain about the “Moron” driving so slow.

Unfortunately R.J. can strike anyone at any time. If a family member suddenly wants to purchase an SUV to ensure faster driving times during the snow or rainy season, seek help. If your loved one is sure that they can make it to work in the same amount of time, even with a foot of snow or ice on the ground, take the keys and do an intervention. Your awareness of their problem may be the only thing stopping them from running my ass off the road

Totally Random Thoughts

Finished putting up the Christmas lights this evening. They look pretty good…still not exactly sure why it was so important for me to do that, but they’re up. My little girl loves them. As I was hanging them she was dancing around the front yard singing some completely weird interpretation of Rudolph morphed together with Santa Claus is coming to Town.

Ah yes, there is the reason why I put so much effort into the Christmas lights and the stuff like that. I absolutely love the way my daughter lights up with joy when she sees these things going on around her. She is five and the magic of the holiday season is fully engaged. There is a wonder in her eyes…

Ok, I have revealed myself not to always be the sarcastic cynic…ah…my kryptonite is showing.

Please don’t F*&k with my Music

So I was doing my thing this morning…buzzing trudging Shit, I don’t know what to call it…I hate those damn peppy words they do not really fit what I am doing…and they sure as shit do not fit my personality. Oh well, what are you going to do.

Anyway, I was reading news, scanning through blogs and listening to music. (If you haven’t tried Pandora for your listening needs, I highly recommend this free service.) I have created a Bon Jovi station (yes, I was a teenager in the 80’s) and I was rocking along with the old hair bands when out of no where mixed in with my rock is some weird ass chick singing screeching on her blog.

Listen to me! I love podcasting…but shit…give me the opportunity to decide whether or not I want to listen to some lame ass audio clip on your webpage. Do not set your music, your podcast, or any other damn piece of audio to automatically play when your page loads. There is a reason why they make those little players that embed right into your page. If someone wants to hear you butcher the latest hit, they can push the play button.

Don’t worry, I am sure there are tons of people who will actually push the play button. Give them the option and stop fucking with my music…all that your instant on audio does is cause me to hit that wonderful little (Do not view this page/blog again) feature.

Okay…can you tell that I haven’t finished my first cup of coffee yet… Oh de well, have a great day.

Fa La La La La I am not out there…

So Mom hit the stores this morning. In tow was Dad and the list. On the list, items that she found in the ad’s that she decided that she would go purchase today.

You will notice that I am not out there. I am not running from store to store in some mad dash to catch the latest bargain; only to find that I missed the last one “by that much,” (to quote Maxwell Smart and of course, revealing my ever increasing age.)

I discovered a number of years ago that it is not a fun experience for me. I am not a super shopper. I want to know what I am going to purchase and go directly to the store where it is located and make the purchase. I am also discovering that I absolutely adore catalog purchases via the Internet.

Some people have stated that I just don’t want to be around people. That could not be further from the truth. I love people. I just don’t like people treating each other rudely and the sad part about holiday shopping is that people treat each other horribly when they are out shopping on this particular day of the year. They push, they shove and they grab things away from one another.

Oh don’t get me wrong, I know that they don’t all do it, but the overall attitude on this particular day has become bad enough that I find it easier to sit down at the computer and shop. Fa, La, La, La, La….

Save your holiday spirit…do not enter into the dog eat dog world of holiday shopping.

This is not my idea of a family centerpiece for Thanksgiving.

Mario Philippona piece

So I am cruising the Internet this evening and I come across this image with a headline about it being a centerpiece for your Thanksgiving table. Yes, I do in fact realize that the person who wrote that statement was being full of shit; but it got me thinking.

I personally could never actually get away with something like this, but wouldn’t it be fun to slip a piece like this on to old Aunt Stuffy Pant’s table while she were in the kitchen making those deviled eggs lay in perfect formation on a platter.

Aw, come on…we all have an Aunt Stuffy Pants or someone similar. There is always someone in the family who seems to think that the whole point of the holidays is to have everything just so. In their mind the world might just come crashing down if by some force of nature the planets do not align and the fruit compote does not turn out just perfect.

Evil wicked witch that I am, I could see the deviled eggs hitting the floor as Aunt Stuffy Pants lay eyes on this center piece. Oh and the stories we would have to tell; but then again, to me, it is the stories that make the holidays worth while.

Hallelujah

I finally know what the fuck is wrong. They finally ran the damn blood work and we have identified why I have been feeling like the world has been pushing down on my body. Hypothyroidism…

Medication has been started and hopefully in a few weeks I will feel better…hell, just having a damn diagnosis that makes sense was enough to make me want to dance…notice I said “want.” One dose of meds is not enough to lift the feeling of being tired…but the mind is actually lifted and that’s a big improvement over the last seven months.

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