Trying a post from my phone....coolio if it works. Sometimes I amaze myself. Ha!
Ima try to attach a photo...
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Something New
Disappointed Optimism
Okay, I know I'm the eternal optimist, but, I don't get people. I come from a long line of a lot of people and I can honestly say that there isn't one of them that I don't feel like I can count on for one thing or another. That isn't to say that I can count on each person for every little thing, but we do what we can to help each other out. I'm serious when I say that our blood is thicker than water. Or dollars. At least that has been true for me in my experiences with my family members for 57 years. I don't understand when one won't compromise a situation to help another out.
Seems to me like you should be able to count on family when you can't turn to anyone else. Seems to me like family would recognize and step up to meet a need once in a while even in situations that don't directly benefit them personally. Seems to me that it might strengthen weak relationships to reach out and do a good thing. Seems to me that if folks don't understand these simple concepts; that if they don't value these precious ties, they won't have them. And they don't deserve them. I guess some folks are givers and some folks are takers. And it takes all kinds to make this crazy world go 'round.
This pic is one that makes me feel good. And I really l.o.v.e. sweet potato vine.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Weekend
I don't understand why so many of my co-workers are fascinated by what I do on my weekends. For several of them, the very first conversation I have with them on Monday is launched when they ask "What did you do this weekend?" Or sometimes it's "Did you have any fun this weekend?"
I suppose it's not just my weekends that are so interesting, it's more that the folks who ask that are fascinated by weekends in general. I hear them asking other people the same question, again, as the first conversation on Monday. Of course, they tend to also be willing to discuss at length what they did for the weekend.
Did I have fun? Well, I dunno, what's your definition of fun? I enjoy gardening and "working" on my motorcycles, but is that fun? It doesn't make me laugh out loud, and often I'm cussing and sweating, but when I'm done I have a nice sense of accomplishment. Sometimes in response to the "fun" question I say yes, I worked in the yard, and I get sort of a blank look. Not their sort of fun I suppose.
And really, WTF is it their business what I did on the weekend? I mean, that's actually kind of a personal question? "What did you do this weekend? Have any fun this weekend? What were you wearing?"
I'm sure I'm the odd one here, since I suppose it is just a stupid filler question meant to serve as a social lubricant. I can usually tell that, too, when in response to their "fun" question I say "Yes, I did, how about you?" and away they go with more details about their weekend than I ever really care to hear. They never seem to circle back and seek details from me after I dodge the question.
I suppose it's not just my weekends that are so interesting, it's more that the folks who ask that are fascinated by weekends in general. I hear them asking other people the same question, again, as the first conversation on Monday. Of course, they tend to also be willing to discuss at length what they did for the weekend.
Did I have fun? Well, I dunno, what's your definition of fun? I enjoy gardening and "working" on my motorcycles, but is that fun? It doesn't make me laugh out loud, and often I'm cussing and sweating, but when I'm done I have a nice sense of accomplishment. Sometimes in response to the "fun" question I say yes, I worked in the yard, and I get sort of a blank look. Not their sort of fun I suppose.
And really, WTF is it their business what I did on the weekend? I mean, that's actually kind of a personal question? "What did you do this weekend? Have any fun this weekend? What were you wearing?"
I'm sure I'm the odd one here, since I suppose it is just a stupid filler question meant to serve as a social lubricant. I can usually tell that, too, when in response to their "fun" question I say "Yes, I did, how about you?" and away they go with more details about their weekend than I ever really care to hear. They never seem to circle back and seek details from me after I dodge the question.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Financial collapse made simple
Well, not exactly the entire crash is explained by this, but the housing financing segment of it is. There are some f-bombs, in case you care.
https://docs.google.com/present/view?skipauth=true&pli=1&id=ddp4zq7n_0cdjsr4fn
https://docs.google.com/present/view?skipauth=true&pli=1&id=ddp4zq7n_0cdjsr4fn
Like gun flashes
You know what I hate seeing? When I'm driving to work on the interstate amidst all the traffic, occasionally something, often something that I cannot identify, causes drivers to slow down. I like to look a ways ahead when I drive, so I can anticipate what might happen. Well, when I start seeing all those taillights popping red I know I'm hitting a delay.
When I see that red flash, it makes me think of muzzle flashes. I'm being shot at, to impede my progress. Now wonder I get so antsy when I drive, with that mindset.
When I see that red flash, it makes me think of muzzle flashes. I'm being shot at, to impede my progress. Now wonder I get so antsy when I drive, with that mindset.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
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