Thursday, September 29, 2005

Basket Case

It’s official. The Wife™ is officially a basket case. Last night marked her first show as an Independent Longaberger Consultant and from all aspects – it went pretty well. Of course, it came with a cost.
As I’ve come to realize, most people automatically think in terms of money when “cost” is mentioned. We can’t help it. Money is the universal evil, and evil spelled backwards is LIVE (pronounced with the short ‘i’, as in the verb, not the adverb). However, in the Wife™’s case, it’s all about time and health.
In leading up to this glorious event all kinds of hell erupted around Graceland, from kids’ extracurricular activities to school crap to family functions, time had this way of slipping away and bam! It’s last-minute crunch time to prepare for the home show. The candle got burnt at both ends way too hard for the missus, and now she’s sporting the cold-like symptoms to prove it.
So let’s recap here. I’m talking about cost, and what the Wife™ recently paid to start this entrepreneurial exercise. The number one payout is health. With the addition of all the time spent running around with the crap and the lack of sleep to catch up on the homestuffs, plus the stress and ignorance of decent diet, we’re looking at the beginning to mid-stages of exhaustion and minor dehydration. With the weakened immune system the seasonal change is rapping a slight to moderate sniffle, which is making her sound like a chain-smoking Kathleen Turner – and that ain’t pretty.
One last cost before I have to play work – I’m gonna pay by having to live and breathe basket crap for as long as this gig runs. I’ll support Wife™ Inc. as long as she does it, but it will certainly put me farther away from my goal of regaining any semblance of my lost manhood any time soon. \me sighs.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Holy Equinox...

So I must turn to the keyboard and pour forth from my less than great mind of minds the lesser intricacies of a life that from most perspectives would appear and be most ordinary.
Shizzle: It be about time I blog the world about the banality of my life.
Yeah – I haven’t said much lately. Billiam put it best by saying that it just ain’t worth bitchin’ about stuff, because even I don’t want to hear it. So, not having worthy things to say, and not turning into some gushing parental fountain of kiddie love, I kept my yap and my keyboard quiet.
There is no real reason why I break my revelry, except the air is filled with change. The season switches upon this equinox, and I find myself anticipating the frozen sport, re-addicted to Magic, talking to once lost brothers, and digging a new workplace.
Even the WifeTM has got all kinds of new activities going on. She’s selling baskets and those damn school Kid Stuff coupon books and in a monthly book club and all in all doing the Mom Taxi Service for brownies, dance classes, preschool, and other related activities du jour.
Things are pretty hectic, but it’s like that for everybody, so it ain’t no different for me than anybody else. I need to get into a good Hold ‘Em tourney or go online and blow somebody up or go make some sauerbraten.