|Hard Times...Pish Posh!|
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just not buying all the bad news. I mean we have a black President!
How enlightened is THAT? And since life is such a frigginí short
trip Iím packing all the good times into each moment. The swine I
eat with mashed potatoes and gravy the shingles protect our little
cottage from bird poop the lyme I put in my margaritas and the
property taxes although pesky are a monthly given.
Midlife Galsí product is laughter and thereís nothing more productive
than THAT. I scoff at the bad news I make the sign of the cross (even
though Iím a non-practicing Episcopalian) to fend off all the naysayers
and assholes and I say pish posh to those newscasters whose business
it is to tell us how horrible things are. Iíve decided to only read
good stories in the newspaper so it doesnít take me very long to get
through the whole thing now...leaving more time in my day to laugh and
frolic and play.
ALIVE. Iíve got a kick-ass sister who loves me my cats use the litter
box instead of the carpet and I donít have to clean anyone elseís
toilet but my own. What could be better than THAT?
Go forth donít worry be HAPPY!
times are harder now for most people. Iím wearing last yearís sandals
and pulling frozen foods out of the freezer that have been in there for
months. Now I donít want to even dabble in Ďpoverty consciousnessí
but then again I have better uses for money now than splurging on
boxes of frozen fried shrimp and Japanese egg puffs. I have found the
value in making my own King Ranch Casseroles with fresh ingredients and
passing the gourmet isle at ĎBubbaís Corner Groceries.
we have a mother who hates mortgages and always paid cash for her
houses. Our house is paid for. I feel grateful for a nice nest a
pretty garden and my 1998 Honda Civic. Her name is Sateen. Sheís
black and shiny like patent leather. She gets me where I need to go
and as per my motherís habits sheís paid for. All I have to do is
keep the oil changed and hope that gas doesnít go up to four dollars a
gallon again. If it does Iíll just have to cut down my trips to
Steveís Liquors and buy cheaper tequila.
was news to me that all these people in the United States had been
buying houses that they would be unable to keep if out of a job for
even one month. Great planning guys and now youíre screwed because
the jobs are gone and you blew your savings on a six-foot flat-screen
TV a big-ass Hummer and a double-wide baby carriage. Time to sell
stuff. The only problem there is that nobody has the bucks to buy it.
Theyíre out searching for matching Fiesta Ware at the garage sales in
front of every McMansion in Austin with a ĎForeclosureí sign in front
see all of this as a good thing. Wanton spending of money you donít
have and maxing out credit cards to pay for stuff that you canít afford
has lead us into dire straights and trips to the Goodwill ĎBusiness
Attireí racks for job-interview outfits. We messed up and now we are
all going to learn to pull in our belts and have a little discipline.
to the park is free. Taking a walk by the river costs nothing and kids
pee in the public pools just like they do at the Country Club. The
only difference is that they donít serve fifteen-dollar club sandwiches
by the pool and nobody cares if you drove up in a Mazda Mizer.
Good luck to you all and donít worry. Everything will be okay in the long run. God is good and you donít need new sandals.