So here's some stuff that's been on my mind lately, and I just want to clear up some of the clutter in my head:
Deficit Spending: No, this will not be a ranting and raving about politics, this is more personal. How can people not understand this basic economic principle?? It's no wonder damn near everyone is broke and can't make ends meet. Apparently this isn't being taught, not at school, and not on the home front, either. Which shocks me. You can't spend more than you take in. Seems pretty simple, doesn't it? Then why is no one doing this? Look, I know, things come up. Everyone has this happen from time to time. But eventually you have to pay the piper. And if you wait too long, that means nasty credit card interest rates. And one of their greatest tricks is making you pay every 28 days, meaning they don't get a monthly payment from you, because if you do the basic math, that's 13 payments in a year, not one a month. Please, do yourself the favor and start looking at your bills, see how long it would take you to pay certain things off, first and foremost credit cards. Then maybe your car. The last thing should be student loans. The only reason I say to please do this is because there was a time a few years ago when I was in steep debt, and forgot some very basic principles, and it drove me bonkers. It affected my sleeping pattern, and I'd freak out every 2-3 months. Now I'm back to having a little bit of debt after not having a credit card for 5 years (ah, the joy of paying with cash), but only for one reason-you have to have a little debt to prove that you can pay things, like for a house. This makes absolutely no rational sense to me. A few years ago I went and got a new car, and the guy told me that since I had no debt, which I thought would be a good thing, that in the finance world they didn't know if I could make a monthly payment. Huh? I had like no bills, other than the every monthly stuff like rent, utilities, cell phone and a student loan. I thought I'd be a prime candidate, but I was a bit off. Now, got a very manageable debt, one that I could pay off in a month if I had to, but come on already. I would hope that going forward that I'd be the guy with no debt who gets looked at favorably.
So as of right now, I'm heading back east in a few weeks. Not sure when, but if I get to be Godfather to that cute lil' kid, I'm in!
The Fakers win the title, and now everyone blows Kobe. Lucky us. Everyone bow down to the king of nothing. He says nothing. He's more Jordan than Jordan. I know, he's a great player, but he's no one I'd like to be teammates with. Now we can all turn our attention to who else hasn't won a title. It's my least favorite topic on every sport. Some guys just don't get to win a title. Guarantee all the discussion will be focused on LeBron. I would also like to say thanks to some Fakers fans in LA, for flipping cars and burning buildings. I've never understood this about cities that win championships. I don't remember this happening in Boston, other than a drunk guy running someone over and a cop hitting a girl in the eye with a beanbag that proved fatal. But I don't remember overturned cars and businesses getting ransacked after 'your team' wins a championship. Seems real dumb. I don't remember hearing anything Saturday about Pittsburgh burning down after the Penguins won the Cup on Friday, but maybe it's just me.
So, a reliever no one outside of New York City has ever heard of (except people who like baseball) talks smack about a crosstown rival who just happens to own the saves record. Hmm, whatever could happen? In case you missed it, NYY reliever Brian Bruney called NY Mets closer Francisco Rodriguez 'a tired act'. K-Rod countered with the great comeback-'say it to my face'. And yesterday before their matchup, hilarity ensued. I could care less about either player or team, but I will say that in this case I agree with K-Rod. Bruney, you're right there, man up and tell him to his face. Don't play pattycake via the print media. So yesterday when both teams were warming up, K-Rod got nose to nose with Bruney. We will have no idea what was said, but my guess is K-Rod telling him to get 3 career saves and never speak his name again until he's done so. Otherwise, zip it. I wish we the people were more like that. But in today's technologically advanced society, God forbid we call anyone. Way too much he said/she said dumbass interpreting going on. Yes, I absolutely hate it when I get asked, "What do you think they meant by that?" I don't know! Ask them. All they can do is answer the question. Sheesh, stop be so scared.
I have a busy week ahead. Not too busy to catch up with all sorts of people or answer my phone, but busy by my standards, nonetheless. I have dinner plans the next 3 nights with different people. It will be nice to catch up with each and every one of them. Thursday night could be open mic night, if I'm up for it. Frankly, practice makes perfect and I have not been practicing. Friday night will be catching up with other folks, and Saturday will be a meeting with an old boss to catch up and listen to his pitch on his new business venture. He's extremely creative and driven, so I'm always interested in what he has to say. Maybe some of the ideas will inspire me in a direction I'm thinking about and give that some vitality.
So the $64,ooo question I've been asked a bunch since I got back from my 'vacation' is this-am I staying or am I going? Is it time to move and/or move on? My honest reaction is I don't know. I know that I'm thinking about expanding my options. Just thinking about it. Maybe Denver nor Boston is the place for me going forward. So I could be expanding my working options to Seattle, Austin, Chicago and Charlotte. I really doubt Chicago. I really don't like it to be that damn cold and can only deal with so many corrupt politicians. I know, I know. Like Boston doesn't have it's corrupt political hacks? True, but at least I already know them. Chicago would be a last ditch effort, and I really don't see a whole lot there on a business track for what I want to do. Besides, I'd have to deal with insufferable Cubs fans. Face facts, that team stinks. And I don't like deep dish pizza all that much, either. As for Boston, we shall see. While Ma would love to have me back in the area, and I know my boys would love it, too, I'm just not sure. I'm a firm believer in go big or go home. And right now, while home is where Ma is, I haven't been feeling it lately. I've been turned down for a lot of roles lately, many that I feel I'd fit greatly and be energized and could bring a ton of good things to, but because I'm in Denver, those hiring aren't hearing me when I tell them I am NOT looking for a relocation package. I can take care of that all on my own. All I'm looking for is a shot. If I fail, I can live with that. But I don't think I'm an idiot, I've managed to pick up a lot of stuff everywhere I've worked.
Now, as for moving on--look I really do appreciate all the concern over my emotional and romantic well being. Really, I do. But let it be for a bit. It's my deal, and I just want it to breathe for awhile. I'm not in the mood to date anyone else at the moment. I like her, and that's that. I'm not waiting for her, but I'm also not in any 'space' to deal with someone new and whatever lame drama they have. I was out most of this weekend and couldn't believe the amount of garbage people were putting out there. I'm good. Really. Let me concentrate on my next venture and everything will work out the way it's supposed to. I'll leave it up to fate, the winds, time, the sun-moon-stars, God, Allah, lucky rabbits foot, a horseshoe or whatever other crap is out there for a belief system. Just let it lie, folks. And since I know she reads this, I hope she's doing well and that she has a blast on her next few trips. For the rest of you, it's not like I'm going to stop communicating with her, I ain't mad at her or anything like that. Whatever happens, happens. You know you can't force anything, that will only blow up in your face. And since you know me, you know I don't play games. I won't play coy or cool, or be crude and rude. I'll be me. It's worked out well and good for me so far in 33 years, why change it up now?
Now, for albums that suck. I downloaded a bunch of stuff last week after I got back, and I have to say, some of the albums and tracks are awful. Nothing worse than waiting for a band or an artist to come up with new stuff, and it's like they threw something together in a week. But with some bad comes a little good, too.
My busy weekend. Seriously, I don't like being a social butterfly. I love my alone time. And after being 'On' all last weekend, I was kind of looking to a bit of it. Well, life would have none of that. Friday I left work at 3 and got home at midnight. I was at a bar by my lonesome for most of the evening watching hockey (and perfectly comfortable), when a buddy and one of his work folk showed up. I love my boy, but he needs to keep the work guy away from me. He's a downer. His last name is Pratt, and I've now nicknamed him SnuffaPrattacus. If you don't get the reference, start watching Sesame Street again. Went and grabbed a bite to eat, and my buddy switched seats with me so that SnuffaPrattacus and I could talk about cancer, since that's how I lost my Dad and he lost his best friend. Uh, is this how I want to spend my Friday night? Talking cancer to someone I don't know? Really? Uh, how 'bout with go with "NO" for $100!!?? I appreciate what I think my boy was trying to do, but come on. It's Friday night, and I really don't want to have an in-depth conversation with someone that isn't a friend about something so personal. Let's just call it a total buzzkill. That and I felt a little 'passed off', like it was too serious for my boy, but that will be addressed with him later.
Saturday was spent doing laundry and trying to clean up (I seriously need to focus on that this coming weekend) and then off to a baseball game. I met up with my boy, the same one from Friday night, and we met up with other guys...when SnuffaPrattacus showed up. DAMN! And there went the fun. My boy's boss showed up, too, and he was alright. I ended up meeting another one of my boys' employees who was cool, so that kind of brought the fun back up to regular level, but I neglected to notice my boy getting tipsy. After the game, went to another bar, ran into people I haven't seen in forever, made plans to hang, and then had to find my boy, who still didn't look too bad, until our cabride home. Of course, the cab driver weaving all over the place didn't help. Yesterday? I finally didn't do a damn thing, but I did catch the original 'Taking of Pelham 123', not a horrible flick. But I can already tell how Travolta and Denzel will screw it up.
I'm beered out. Yup, I said it. I hit maximum capacity on hops for awhile. So, no boozing for this week, until maybe Saturday. Hey, it's a business proposal. Maybe it'll be cocktails instead.
Here's something not so novel-when do we go back to judging others on character? I think that we need to go back and make that the old 'new' style. I barely see anyone keep their word anymore, and it bugs me. The lack of honesty I see on a day to day basis troubles me, but not for me, mostly for others. I'm certain my integrity is intact, so I can sleep well at night (when I sleep) knowing I haven't harmed anyone intentionally. But for others that question why people are shady, I wonder if they look in the mirror much-and ask themselves if they've been shady, sneaky or flat out dishonest. I'm just a firm believer that the world works everything out one way or the other. You don't have to agree with that last sentence, just a thought that's been recurring thru my mind a lot lately.
So I found this cool internet radio thing, and it's free, called Pandora. It's even introduced me to some artists I may never have known about, so that's really great. But, for some unknown reason, they keep pushing Coldplay and The Fray on me. Uh, I think they both suck, and can't deal with the whining. I have no clue how those two bands get on my Kings Of Leon station. One band is awesome, and the other two suck donkeynuts. And they don't necessarily rock, either. I just hope I don't have to write a strongly worded letter, I'm just sayin'.
And lastly for today, Fathers Day is coming up on Sunday. I haven't decided on whether or not I'm going to type something up, not sure I'm ready to unload that type of stuff just yet. Who knows, it might be a relief to do something like that. Stay tuned....
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