I received a check from Wells Fargo today for four cents ... this is getting framed and put on my wall.
I just watched a movie with a pretty strange name ... "The World's Fastest Indian." It took a long time to finally get around to watching it, about four years ... don't wait that long.
If you liked Rocky, see this movie.
If you ride motorcycles, you'll love this movie.
If you love speed, or land speed records, trust me, see it.
If you ever had a dream, watch this movie.
You won't be disappointed.
Why is it so hard to get over lost loves?
It's pretty simple really.
When you really love someone, you know that making them happy is the right thing to do. You know that when you give everything you can to that person you are doing a good thing. It doesn’t mean it’s the only way to your own happiness, you just know that doing things for that person makes you feel good.
Is anything else in life is so absolute?
Then it ends, and you lose that one thing you know is right.
So who is it that wonders why we can't get over it?
I have a mini fridge in my office. Because of the recent economic downturn, the higher ups came up with a way to save on energy costs...everyone has to remove their mini fridge.
OK, not a big deal, until one considers that with morale low all this is going to do is piss people off, so I came up with a suggestion. My fridge, according to the usage chart and cost of maintaining it, costs the company $34/year.
I suggested that everyone be given the option, pay $100/year for use of the mini fridge, or give it up entirely. OK, it wouldn't save energy, but if the real objective is to make up a $20,000 energy shortfall then my plan actually puts $66 into the company's pocket. The "luxury" of a fridge in my office is worth the $66. Plus, it gives people the option. The company would actually make money.
The response? No.
Let's go ahead and remove the fridges (thereby unnecessarily pissing people off), then, when people get upset they can collaborate and come up with a solution, perhaps the solution will be the $100. Perhaps it won't.
WTF? Really? When that decision is finally made a year or two from now people will still be pissed off because they lost their fridges in the first place. But we want the solution to be collaborative, so, let's piss everyone off for no reason when a solution already exists that benefits everybody. Don't we have better things to do than this? There is such a thing as common sense. Everything does not have to be a collaborative effort. Granted, I'm writing about it right now, but writing a $100 check would take a hell of a lot less time than sitting in a meeting to solve the "fridge problem."
I take my dog to the local middle school. The track is fenced in, it's old grass, and I clean up after him. Having no yard to speak of, it allows him to run around off the leash. This is important as he's only seven months old.
Yesterday, we were chasing the ball around, and he's generally pretty good about fetching, and an older guy showed up. JJ (my dog), saw him, and he was off in the distance and his dog was smaller and on a leash, so we paid no attention to him. He started walking in our direction. JJ noticed again and started running over toward him.
It took me about two seconds to realize that this guy's "little dog" wasn't a dog at all, but rather a cat, which proceeded to crawl up the guy's back and sat on his shoulder. He yelled at me, "Get your animal under control!"
I walked over, tried to catch him, but he's a puppy and my chasing him is a fun game. What does the guy do? Starts walking away...and JJ follows, so I can't really catch him. He yells again, "Why isn't your dog on a leash, he's out of control!"
I said, "He's a puppy."
He replied, "So is mine."
I said, "You have your cat on a leash."
What the hell? Anyway, no harm, no foul, we left old grumpy moron-man who walks his cat on a leash to himself.
Seriously, if you want a pet you have to leash, get a dog, otherwise, enjoy your low maintenance animal and leave those of us that need a fence alone.
I own a condo. Not a huge condo, just a regular condo in what would probably be considered the suburbs. I bought the condo as a risk, right before the US economy crashed, knowing that as long as the economy didn't crash, I could refinance in a few years or sell the place and make some money. No harm, no foul.
Well, the economy crashed, now I'm significantly in the hole. The good news is interest rates are extremely low. The bad news is I have a first and a second loan, and no one will touch me for a refinance. Despite a good job, good income, and a decent credit rating, I can't find a lender. I have spent the last two months on the phone looking. I even got Bank of America, the current holder of my loan, to hang up on me.
I can still make the payments, but I'm not saving anything, and eight years from now when the variable rate kicks in, there will be no way for me to pay my mortgage, I'll have to walk away, and my credit will be screwed for the next seven years. Gee, yippy, skippy. So, 15 years from now I might be ok. There is another, not appealing but better option, walk away now.
Look at it this way. Between what I pay for my mortgage and what I would pay in rent is about 2000 (that's after fixing my taxes so I don't owe anything). Take that $2000/month, bank 1500 of it (keep 500 for "luxuries" like taking people out or going away for the weekend), and after 7 years, when my credit rating comes back to life, I have $105,000 in the bank, and decent credit. The alternative in seven years? Stay here, have 0$ and a poor credit rating.
The problem? I have to walk away from my obligation to pay the loan. I am not happy with this choice, but considering I've tried for a little over two months now to get anyone to TALK to me about it, it seems like the only reasonable option. So, I hired a lawyer, and I no longer have to deal with the bank at all, but I have to stop making payments ... which will happen as of August 1.
So ... as of August 1, I will be in harm's way. But honestly, worst case scenario is I lose my condo and have bad credit with the potential for a new home in seven years. I've simply sped up time without time moving any faster. Normally I would feel badly about this, I do not, in the slightest, feel guilty at all.
I'll keep everyone posted when the bank starts to get angry that I've taken their dick out of my ass.
I have a relationship with my piano that fluctuates between indifference on my part to downright needy. Reminds me of my balance post. Granted, my living room has recently become a lot less cluttered so, that's partially an excuse, but it's amazing how therapeutic playing can be.
I have literally not played in a year. The last time I played was when someone I thought I would never see again came back into my life ... life has a strange way of making a point...never mind.
I'm just glad I haven't forgotten how to play. My voice is a bit rattled, but give me some time, I'll be fine. Thank god my music is still alive.