All good things and all that crap

Did you ever wish out loud that there was no evil or suffering in the world, only to have some dumbass say. "If there were not bad things, you wouldn't be able to appreciate the good things" or words to that effect?
What a putrid, stinking, steaming pile of bullshit that is. I'd like to give it a try.

I get along better with animals and small children. They demand little but basic kindness and attention, and they don't judge you by your job or clothes or car, just that you're there for them. Much easier than dealing with adults.

I'm fifty-one years old, and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. Have you ever noticed adults asking kids what they want to be when they grow up? They aren't making conversation; they're looking for advice.

I look at the bookcase next to my desk, and I see books on the space program, baseball, movies, cartoons and science fiction. When did I stop maturing? I think it was at about 17.

I still don't drive. I don't know why, I just don't. Perhaps someday....

I prefer wine to beer lately. Wine gets me drunker faster. Beer just fills me up. Coincidentally, I have developed a taste for bourbon. Not often, but occasionally.

I am so gald that my kids don't watch Yo Gabba Gabba or Dora the Explorer any more. Those of you without kids, count your blessings. Add Thomas the Tank Engine to that list. Those damn trains are always pissed off at each other.

Our space program is officially kaput. Is everybody well fed and out of poverty yet? Didn't think so....

Planning  a little get together for my wife's birthday this saturday. If you're in the neighborhood, drop by!

Random thoughts

I have a resignation letter on my computer at work. Every day, I change the date and hope it will be the day I can finally hit "Print".

I work in customer service. The other day, a customer asked me my name, and I nearly said, "Ja, dis is Peggy."

If my career path could be diagrammed on a curve, it would make Steohen Hawking's head explode.

My kids tell me every day how much they love me. Then they disobey every single thing I tell them to do.

I am writing a blog. I should be hitting the job search pages. Actually, I should be making dinner. Neither is too appetizing at this point.

Why couldn't reality TV have existed when I was 20-25? I was as obnoxious as the Jersey Shore knuckle-draggers.

My upstairs neighbors must die. I hate them.

A friend of mine posts these optimistic FB statuses all the time. I can't even fake it anymore. \\

I need a break before I am broken.

Depressed yet? Then my work here is done...

No it's not. Not even close.

Time to make the salmon and glazed carrots.  Yum.