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The last few weeks I’ve been in a bizarre state of self reflection.  I didn’t mean to ignore this blog through it all but I also didn’t want to come across as a confused mess while I chew on things and contemplate stuff.  It’s been a rare period where writing was not going to help.  I just needed to sit back, take things in, let them simmer and watch it unfold (and try to not freak out).

There was a whole lot of new age crap I was going to write about, like “living a life of abundance” and so forth.  But let’s be real.  In a nushell I want to make more money, trade less of my time for dollars, see the world a little bit more, have some new and amazing experiences (more palm trees and pina coladas, less Law & Order reruns), contribute a little more to the world around me. 

How to make that happen is what I’m trying to figure out.  Any ideas?  LOL

Until then, to be continued ...

Let me get this out of the way right up front:  I am nosy neighbor lady from down the street.

I like to know my neighbors, the names of their dogs, who is on the sex offender registry and who is responsible for dumping mattresses by our dumpster.  I also like to have the phone numbers to the community council members, the police, the municipal “clean up” programs for when people abandon an old jalopy in front of our building or something.  I keep an eye on things. 

Today, I’m sitting here working away and I have the door to my balcony open because it’s insanely lovely out today. It’s 1:17pm in the afternoon, on a Tuesday, and I’m listening to a whole lot of merriment from across the street. 

So, this family moved in over there right? It’s a pretty big house, but still - there must be about 27 of them.  Yes, that was an exaggeration.  Men, women, teens and children and a shitload of cars, one of which has enough bass capacity to shake our building.  They’re out there now hanging in their driveway, a whole slew of ‘em, complete with children screaming and a loud ass stereo in the background. 

I don’t mean to be a buzz kill, they’re all nice enough people—but what?  It’s a Tuesday.  At 1:17 in the afternoon.  If I have to be stuck in my office and have to have a day job, so should everybody else in the world.  So to me, it’s just so odd that there are people “out and about” at any random given moment of the day.  Isn’t that weird?  I am not talking about moms home with their kids - the whole family is out there, I suspect some aunts and uncles and cousins are involved.

I don’t have a conventional job and I’ve been known to take a bike ride in the middle of the day if it’s nice out or whatever, but that’s about the extent of it.  Wonder if these people that you see just out having a lovely day in the middle of the week in the middle of the afternoon have jobs at all, or how they manage to get away with such a life of luxury.  I want to know. 

Then there’s the guy who is LAYING on my adopted flower pot down the street, full-on squishing all the flowers I tend to and water and nurture and pick empty 40s and half eaten sandwiches out of each weekend.  I mean, what the fuck is that guy doing? 

I had two, count them two, computers poop out on me last week; it was impossible to get any work done (nevertheless blog, sorry).  Man I hate computer problems.  *shakes fist* Despite appearances, I have little patience, aptitude or knowledge when it comes to computers.  I just want to plug them in and I want them to work. 

I had a new computer on order but it took way too long to get here, I was biting my nails and freaking out until it finally arrived just in the nick of almost missing a really super important major deadline.  Whew. 

Getting a new computer is a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it’s shiny and clean and vrooms 50 billion times faster than your sad old crap.  YAY!  But, unless you’re one of those uber-organized prepared people, you have to uproot your whole life to get up and running in your “computer comfort zone.” Reconfigure-copy-transfer-install-network-do-the-hokey-pokey-and ...THEN, you have the privilege of catching up on all the work that you weren’t able to get done on your old McCrap computer.  Oh, please don’t get me started on how much crap (computers, monitors, cords, gadgets, software, etc.) you have to sort through and decide what you need to keep, sell or recycle.  BOOOO! 

Aaaaah, the glamorous life of self employment. 

PS I chickened out and got a Dell, I wanted a Mac but alas it wasn’t meant to be this time around.  I am rather enjoying Vista I must say - it feels a lot more “mac-ish” and fancy, so, I’m happy.

So what’s new with you, M’Goo?