I am pretty sure that I will be the only person interested in what I have to say... I guess I am truly jealous of anyone that has their 15 minutes of fame (read: reality television shows), but I cannot be edited by big corporations to fit their story lines. I would say or sell their products, but maybe I can get a sponsor.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Money is the Root of all Evil
That's the kind of thing that you say when money isn't always around when you would like it to be. We say a lot of things to make ourselves feel better about what we do or don't do. What we have or don't have. How about "You're going to die of something anyway," that's what you say when you're doing something that you know isn't good for you, like smoking or eating a lot of doughnuts. How about "Look at the bright side?" That's what you say to someone who hasn't got a shot at being happy at that moment. The bright side? Right. "It could be worse..." that is just another version of the previous. Now I'm not saying that we should all wallow in the mire of our misery. But man, sometimes when you are feeling low, you need to feel it so that you know that you don't want to feel that way again. I know full well that I have it better than 98% of the population on Earth. Everyday I am thankful that I have a family, friends, a job, a roof over my head, that I have plenty to eat and stuff that isn't necessary for survival.
I was just saying to myself as I read about a husband and wife who won the lottery in Oklahoma... "Good for them." I smiled when I saw their picture, then I became jealous as I just spent the last 45 minutes juggling the bills. So you know that I said to myself as I looked at their picture again on the front page of Yahoo? Money is the root of all evil.
So I made it to New York City last night. What a lot of fun. When you live in the "fly over" even 5 hours in the Big Apple is great. Seize the opportunity, stay golden, Pony Boy. Met up with great, fun and interesting people and went off to the city. Cool.
I am in New Jersey and I am tired and excited all at the same time. I hope that I will have a chance to get out of the hotel and see what things are like on the east coast. I flew. I am not a fan of flying. I see it as a fairly "sterile" way to travel. I don't get the same vibe as when I travel by car. Of course, I am not near as tired as I would be if I had traveled by car. Anyone know anyone in New Jersey? I have a friend who is from the Bayonne area, but now he lives in the north woods of Wisconsin. I'd like to see where "The Boss" grew up. Maybe I will get my chance.
Yes, please don't. I am so done with being serious. I don't want to hear, deal with, talk about, mention, think about or care about anything serious for a while. Let the cat flop around and give me chin kisses in the morning. Let me wear a t-shirt from 1987. Let me tell you about how eating sauerkraut and drinking beer leaves an aftertaste. Let me tell you how cool it is to have a band called The Dots. Let me talk about our Sea Monkeys. Let me tell you about how cool it is to have friends that you have just met and friends that have known you since you were either really young or really stupid or really young and stupid. It's summer, let's rock.
Here's why I think that Pat Summit is cool. I list a few reasons here in no particular order.
1) Loyalty: Pat Summitt has remained at UT for decades. I think she has been the Coach at Tennesse for my entire life time. I am sure that she has had offers to coach elsewhere, but has remained with the program that she nurtured and developed. 2) Longevity: She has remained successful and compiled an incredibly awesome winning record. 3) Championships: You play to win the game. 4) Passion: After years of coaching at the same program, bringing several championships, Summitt remains passionate for UT and the game. 5) Visionary: Summitt saw what could have been and made it happen. Where would women's basketball be without her?
I think that I still have eligibility at 33, maybe Summitt needs a walk-on inspirational story for the team this season.