Things we are thankful for:
Daddy: golf
Aunt Pam: all of her family
Uncle Matt: all of the family being able to be together, except for Rusty and he's sad Rusty's not home.
Mikey: HD tv
Marci: Hoover's apartment being across from a Chile's
Me: being close enough to home so that my fam can visit me at school
Moma: Grandma doing better!
we're ALL very sentimental and mushy....especially my dad.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Growing up.
Since I have been out of school long enough for the grace period on my student loans to be over, get a job with a steady salary, spend most of said salary on my New Jersey apartment every month, become accustomed to the fact that I have to make a 45 minute commute to/from work each day, and accept the early-to-bed lifestyle that I never wanted to be a part of, I think it’s safe to say I am now a bona fide adult.
And I hate it.
My parents will be the first to tell me (and you, if you ask them) that I’m being silly and yes, as a matter of fact, everyone has to work. Everyone who wants money has to wake up earlier than they want to every day, somehow get to their place of employment, spend eight pain-staking hours (at least) there, and then trek home only to sleep and do it all again. Until they are 65. Minimum.
But this concept does not work for me. Can I refuse it? I mean there are plenty of people out there who don’t work and still have money (Paris Hilton, Hugh Hefner’s wives, etc). We just need to figure out a formula to earn money. Without working.
In an ideal world, the real money I put towards fake athlete stocks at www.oneseason.com would have hit the jackpot and I’d be rollin’ in the dough after I cashed in my “sportfolio.” But alas, I’m currently down more than half the money I threw into that site, and while I sit around and wonder if the “supply and demand” is ever going to bring my Tony ROMO and Chris PAUL stocks back up to the price I paid for them, I need to think of a better way to make money quickly.
In an ideal world, I would be a writer. Like the kind of writer that can go to their country house, chill out, write when they feel like it, and then come back two months later with a Pulitzer Prize winner, NY Times best-seller that will bring enough bacon home to let me live the life of a jobless person for long enough so that I will have fresh ideas again when I need back to the country house to write. Or the south of France to write. Or wherever will most be able to “hear the voices within.” Probably somewhere warm. With a beach nearby.
Anyways, there’s no real moral to this post, but with Michelle’s birthday creeping upon us, it is a time to stress the fun of college. So make sure you’re making the best of it little Michelle my belle. Quit that waitress job! It will give you more time to make bad decisions. Or lay around and do nothing. Because once you get into the real world, you can’t really afford to do either of those anymore.
Well, I guess you can still rock the occasional bad decision… as long as you get to bed early afterwards!
And I hate it.
My parents will be the first to tell me (and you, if you ask them) that I’m being silly and yes, as a matter of fact, everyone has to work. Everyone who wants money has to wake up earlier than they want to every day, somehow get to their place of employment, spend eight pain-staking hours (at least) there, and then trek home only to sleep and do it all again. Until they are 65. Minimum.
But this concept does not work for me. Can I refuse it? I mean there are plenty of people out there who don’t work and still have money (Paris Hilton, Hugh Hefner’s wives, etc). We just need to figure out a formula to earn money. Without working.
In an ideal world, the real money I put towards fake athlete stocks at www.oneseason.com would have hit the jackpot and I’d be rollin’ in the dough after I cashed in my “sportfolio.” But alas, I’m currently down more than half the money I threw into that site, and while I sit around and wonder if the “supply and demand” is ever going to bring my Tony ROMO and Chris PAUL stocks back up to the price I paid for them, I need to think of a better way to make money quickly.
In an ideal world, I would be a writer. Like the kind of writer that can go to their country house, chill out, write when they feel like it, and then come back two months later with a Pulitzer Prize winner, NY Times best-seller that will bring enough bacon home to let me live the life of a jobless person for long enough so that I will have fresh ideas again when I need back to the country house to write. Or the south of France to write. Or wherever will most be able to “hear the voices within.” Probably somewhere warm. With a beach nearby.
Anyways, there’s no real moral to this post, but with Michelle’s birthday creeping upon us, it is a time to stress the fun of college. So make sure you’re making the best of it little Michelle my belle. Quit that waitress job! It will give you more time to make bad decisions. Or lay around and do nothing. Because once you get into the real world, you can’t really afford to do either of those anymore.
Well, I guess you can still rock the occasional bad decision… as long as you get to bed early afterwards!
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