Put on your bored caps, Buddy talks about the economy.

So, guess what, if you by stuff you can’t pay for, you end up losing money and putting yourself in a bad situation that takes a lot of time to recover from. And that’s true if your a:

First time home buyer

Fad realesate investor

Large bank buying / making highly speculative loans.

So this is what I don’t get,  when I mess up my finaces, the government doesn’t swoop in like an uninteligent well meaning parent to pay off the car that I shouldn’t have bought, why do they do it for buisnesses.

We seem to have an unhealthy aversion to suffering. Suffering is a powerful teacher. I only stuck my finger in a light socket once. You?

Then you deserved it both times.

Unrelated inside joke of the Day:

“His spear was pointy.”

The Day I had nothing planned…

So today I learned I should stuff everyday full of as much as I possible can to prevent the possibility of things happening that I didn’t plan on. I was thinking I’d take it easy on this, the third day of my vacation, but my children had drastically different ideas. Jude woke me up at 4 in th morning needing attention, and, well, spareing the details. It was a busy day.

All in all, I’d rather be busy than bored, and I’m glad I had the day to take care of things.

Ohh, and what do I mean by crammed full of stuff…

My two year old was using the restroom the other day, diligently working on his number 2. I asked him if he was done. Incredoudesly he replied, “No, I got more stuff.”

My thoughts exactly.

Everything that has an ending has a begining, and other obvios truthiness.

So, this is my first post, and like the rest of the nation of bloggers, I find I have nothing to write about that is intrincicaly worth reading.

So, hasn’t the blogsphere disproven the notion that 100 monkeys typing for 100 years would eventualy produce a Shakespearean work? Hundreds of thousand of bloggers have been furiosly hitting keyboards for years now, and no shakespear… We should probably keep trying.

I want to do a blog, becuase I compose such wnderful thoughts in my head (realy I do.) But the 100 monkeys that live in my fingers mess up the thoughts as I type them out, making me seriously susepect that I was given 100 arthritic monkeys who are hitting the booze a little early this morning, and, well, every morning.

I have ordered a copy of Dragon Naturally Speaking (Cheap Edition) (<- my words, not theirs. Since I am more of the oral storytelling tradition, we’ll see where this gets me. I’ll probably do a blog on it…

Today’s inside Joke:

Walking on Peter Water.