May 082017

If I had a New Years resolution, it would have been to post to more often.  Since I managed to post like 3 times last year, I suppose I’m rockin that.  But I did plan on multiple times a week… I haven’t managed that.

I’m currently house hunting.  Not sure I ever thought I’d own a house.  Sure, I dreamt a bit about it, but I also dreamt a bit about having 72 virgins, and a million dollars per virgin, but I guess not all dreams come true.  Or maybe they do and I’ll finally have the opportunity to see if I can stack 72 virgins into a giant statue of Sifl using jizzed up dollars to hold them all together.  Some day soon.  Anyway, house hunting.  Here I thought my needs and wants in a house would be much simpler and ideally draw me to less expensive housing than the average house buyer.  This doesn’t seem to be the case.  I also find it amazing how different yet the same all houses are.  I was originally hoping for something a bit unquie, and perferably not in the heart of subur

Everything I wrote above this line on Feb 9th, 2017.  Everything below, May 8th, 2017.

So I own a house.  Well, I have agreed to pay the bank amazing amounts of interest over 30 years in exchange for allowing me to call myself a homeowner, citizen, and community member.   I think technically I was at least half of that before, but as a renter your always suspect.  Spose thats truely whats going on, I’m “less suspect”.  I need a t-shirt.  The house is bigger and newer than I ever really imagined.  Yet is still a stack of emergency issues that have to be solved right now.  I can’t even imagine had I purchased one of the other houses I looked at.

My mother is living with me.  I knew this was going to be difficult.  I suppose it could be worse.  Glad I didn’t choose Nurse as a career path.  This shit is gross (I often find myself gagging).

I’ve been thinking about Hero’s a lot lately.  Something at work triggered it.  But today, as I was sitting outside my mother’s “infusion” appointment I was trying to decide if there are other people that I would consider a personal hero.  I wasn’t into sports as a kid, never really saw that as something to look up to.  I figured out early that most of the adults around me were not only borderline moronic, but they were oblivious to the fact, causing me to hate them more than respect them.  But as an adult, I find myself looking up to, and wishing I could do dinner with Obama. I think the way he maintained the office and job of POTUS was about as respectable as anything I’ve ever seen.  I don’t see him as the perfect president, but I think he did the best job he possibly could.  But this isn’t about that.  So I’m sitting outside my mother’s appointment, thinking about who else I might consider a hero.  No one realy comes to mind.  So I start thinking about who I might gush over if I met them in real life.  In practice and theory I’m actually kind of a hater of all things celebrity.  But I’ve also been around long enough to know that if a big enough star crosses my path, I get a little gush-y.  Sam Jackson, Trevor Noah, and then it clicks, all my ‘heros’.. their all black men. Right now godolojus is laughing his ass off and saying “of course”.

Screw u godoloju.  FU2.

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