Rolling Stones “Crazy Mama” from the Black and Blue album
It’s been a long week.
While new projects are slowly getting off the ground at work, it’s taking even longer to finish others. What that means is we get paid slower. Our accounts are near empty again. I’m tired of not being able to save shit.
Being broke seems like the perfect time to plan a beer tasting with friends, doesn’t it? We had to move it from Friday to Saturday because of sitter issues, and I think that has miffed some friends. Our kids are 14 and 11 and our friends don’t…well, that’s possibly a topic for another post.
Wife is getting slammed at work. She’s going with the flow in hopes of a promotion, but so far the chaos seems to be fraying her nerves.
Friday has a way of curing ills. I am hoping for business money to show up. God, am I ever hoping.
Bitch fest over. I feel better already.
My eye doctor has brought the phrase up a few times in the past year.
I’m showing all the classic signs – holding things at a distance so as to read the small print better, lowering my glasses away from my eyes to read anything up close.
Crap. I always knew it was in my future, but I fear my future is now. Bifocals. I don’t think I care very much for the word. Getting older is a bitch. I like that word: bitch.
This song falls somewhere at the crossroads of new wave, punk, progressive and fusion. Enjoy!
It’s a quiet Saturday here at the homestead. Looks like it’s gonna be another nice Spring day, albeit on the overcast and milder side. Lots of stuff to do….clean the yard, cut the grass, pick up leaves left over from the fall, pick up around the house, do the dishes, etc.
But I just feel like chilling. Maybe here on the computer, or listening to music. Don’t feel much like accomplishing anything today. It’s not a great example to set for my kids, who already are learning the nuances of lazy life.
Maybe the motivation will come to get off my ass. Then again, maybe it won’t and I’ll be happy as a clam!
So I somehow ended up with a free subscription to Maxim magazine. Not my cup of tea, but I have two sons ages 14 and 11 in the house. I’ll just leave the Jennifer Love Hewitt edition on the kitchen table and see how long it takes to disappear.
REPUBLICAN politicians do not yet blame Barack Obama personally for the recent changes in America’s weather. That would stick in the craw, given that, in spite of overwhelming scientific evidence, most of them still question and many deny that man plays a role in global warming. They do, however, blame Mr Obama for the rise in the price of oil. This is odd too, especially for a party that as a rule likes to believe in the impotence of governments and the omnipotence of markets. As any competent economist will tell you, the price of oil is set in the market—the world market, that is—and not in the White House.
Ever since I jumped into the blog waters, I find it hard to resist tweaking my themes, looks, layout, etc. I remember looking into blogging years ago, and I don’t ever recall communities like we have today that make it so easy to do this.
I am a born tweaker. I am always tweaking any little project of mine, whether it’s musical or visual or written. I can’t leave well enough alone sometimes. I should better trust my gut instincts and first decisions. It speaks to a flaw that I constantly deal with as a small business owner: second guessing myself. I’m not sure if I’m impatient, indecisive sometimes, or just plain fickle with my world.
Well, for blogging I have no grand plan as of yet. I don’t know where it will take me and I didn’t set out to become an all-star blogger. Perhaps that’s the thing….having a plan.
Since I have no plan, I guess it’s okay to tweak away, don’t you?