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I've always thought of myself as a writer. Mostly because I get such satisfaction from it, and because that is the medium through which my thoughts seem to make the most sense. I don't always make sense when I'm just talking. But writing; I feel at home when I'm writing. Here I'll share thoughts, opinions, poems, short stories, and random sketches of "The Wanderers". "The Wanderers" is an ongoing story that I have no intention of finishing, but dearly love adding to. I haven't started this blog, because I think my life is especially fabulous. I'm a stay at home mom, occasionally a college student, a homeschooler and a terrible speller. I love my kids, Jesus, coffee, my husband and ice cream (not in that order). I hate animals, materialism, insincerity, and all things "trendy" (if it's popular I probably won't like it. The exception to this would be all things "Twilight". Twilight IS popular and I DO like it). So that's me, the standard edition, no frills attached.



Wednesday, October 01, 2008

"This is a pickle, George! This is a pickle!"

Okay, a few days ago, I was mocking the big wigs on Wall Street, cry babying about their BIG losses. But this whole thing really hit home with me last night. I'm not laughing any more folks. As Uncle Billy told George Bailey, "This is a pickle." One of the first lines of defense in these tought times is to "cut back". There have been shut downs and layoffs for sure. My father in law'scompany let the whole second shift go recently. But again I haven't paid too much attention, till last night. Last night was the whammy guys, and I'm thinking it is now time to panic. I'm pretty much broke like every one else, but last night Rick and I thought since we were rushing around that evening trying to get to LaGrange for a FIVE hour public speaking class at WGTC, maybe we deserved a little supper from the dollar menu since we had planned to meet at McDonalad's any way and were taking Rick's more "fuel efficent" car. (BTW "fuel efficient means that car doesn't have a working air conditioner). So to the dollar menu we go. "I'll have the $1 double cheese burger, please." Nope. There is no such thing folks!!! Micky D's has removed the cheese from the double cheese burger!!! In an effort to cut back, save a few, we've lost the dollar double cheese burger. Honest before God, the menu read "$1 Double Hamburger" and that was really what it was. Two pieces of meat and two pieces of bread. Don't get me wrong, my parents taught me to be thankful for what I could get. I said my blessing and ate my Double Hamburger, but I sure was sad. I'm trying to figure out per hamburger, really, how much does one piece of processed cheese cost ya? And also why is it that during prosperous times every one obsesses about losing weight and practiacally starving themselves to do so, but during tough times all you want to do is eat? god I need some icecream.

2 comments:

Cheryl said...

I just love your point of view.

Anonymous said...

Should I call my brothers and ask if they remember where the green eggs are buried???

Terri