I usually only blog about once a month. Guess what time of month that is. TMI?? Well, now you know.
Plan for today include cleaning (wooooohoooo!!!!!) and paying my electric bill of ......$1.56. (WooooHoooo!!!!)
It's been a week. My job constantly reminds me that every life has a story and every life ends. The strongest of men stoop and tremble with age. The most beautiful of women wrinkle and fade in the end. Some people live their lives to the fullest. Some people make history in small ways and some people change the way the whole world works in the same amount of time that it takes another to simply exist.
What is the difference in those people who have amazing lives and those that always will wish they had?
It's not luck.
It's not fortune.
It's not fate.
It's a drive to be happy. It's a never give up attitude. It's making the best of bad situations. It's denying self- pity. It's loving despite of any kind of excuse. It's putting in the hard work to be where you want to be. It's taking a chance on a dream and most of all, it's simply being pro active in one's own life. Never wait for the government to do it for you. Never wait for your neighbor to change or your dad to love you or to find the perfect boyfriend or girlfriend or the right weather conditions or the sun to pass through Jupiter or whatever.
I've noticed that the most successful ( success being remembered and loved and leaving a legacy) men and women lived their lives for others. Sure they may have amassed fortunes and built empires, but they gave their time to their children and their wives and their communities and in turn the chances to do amazing things came to them and they did not pass them up.
I'm sure that these people had their bad times too. I'm sure that they felt pain and sorrow and got lost and got busted and surely they wanted to just lie down and give up. But...they didn't. They just kept on keeping on until they got too old and too tired. Some lost their minds in the end and some lost control of their bodies. We all die. I have no fear of death, but I fear not living now. It's a fear that drive me to exasperation at times. I try to take it one day at a time with one eye open to opportunity at all times. There's a thing about opportunity though, you got to be ready to grab it when it comes. To grab it you have to have the right tools. To get those tool you have to work. Opportunity will never come and lay in your lap.
I can't image that everyone on earth has not heard these same things many times. The secret to success,. the secret of happiness is not a secret at all.
If you missed the 95 minute speech given by Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi, you missed quite a panty-tosser. This man is a rock star!
But I wonder, who gave him the mic? In his speech to the U.N. he repeatedly pretended to tear up and toss aside the U.N. charter. It was a nice effect to his speech given he was saying that the council was "high bark" or useless.
He had some really good points all of which could not be ignored unless you consider that the man is crazy. He's crazy like a fox and Africa loves him. He's a freakin hero to the smaller counties and basically called those countries out by name to stand up and demand an equal vote in the U.N.
But what endured Qaddafi to me was his comments on Somalia and the U.N.s response to Somalian pirates. I paraphrase: " You call this piracy? The whole U.N. had to get involved? I am pirate. You are pirate. We are all pirates."
So true. We all just want to get ours, right? We all should expect to get blown away if we try to take what is not ours, right?
He spoke of peace. He spoke of tolerance. He even spoke on who killed JFK. He did not bring up his past about killing innocent civilians and blowing up airplanes. But we've all done that, right?
He did give us a quote on Iraqies killed in the war and demanded that someone answer for the illegal invasion of Iraq. Some say he does not like the West. I say he just wants his Coca-Cola back. He doesn't want to pay for vaccines against a government manufactured fish flu. I'm down with that, Mu. He does not think it is fair that his region can not make weapons of mass destruction when every one else get to have them. Good point.
We are too quick to call this man a rambling mad man. We don't want to look at the points he makes because if we are the honest and just people we say we are, then we would have to let Libya and the rest of the African nations have an equal say in how the world is run. We might have to give up some of our interest in those places. But, never fear!! We won't do that cause,
If a lady bought a pair of earrings for $50, what would a pirate pay for each earring?
a buck an ear.
I've got a new project going on. I want to start a rebellion of sorts. It's not revolutionary or done for some moral good. I'm just angry. My electric bill has been so high lately. It really started to hurt in August when I got a bill for $372.75. I live in a two bedroom apartment on the second floor. I have your normal stuff going on and admittedly a little more, but I turn shit off and have my air turned up and all that. My boys spent the summer at their dad's house and I turned two room completely off until the last of July....grrrrr...anyway.
I've been making lots of phone calls. I've been doing lots of research and reading other peoples stories about the same thing. I've read the experts advise on saving energy and it works!! My next bill was only 307.71 cents.
Today I called Green Mountain Energy to get info on my rates, dates and asked some very specific questions. The first girl hung up on me after I asked her to send me a statement from April of last year until the present time. My bill has been unusually high but I didn't realize that 17 cents was a high rate until someone said that it might be a commercial rate. GME has kindly offered me a new rate of 12, just for calling. Nice.
But that's not what really gets me. I kinda feel like that was my fault for not reading the fine print. I'll take mmm....70% blame on that one...they still owe me the 30% What really really gets me is Oncor. Oncor is THE ONLY provider in this area. Their reach is vast. Oncor put new meters in everyone's house last year. I got mine in December of 08. Like I said, I didn't really pay attention until I couldn't pay my other bills. Last year around July, before the new meters, my kilo watt usage 643 kw. This year, my meter says I'm burning 1618 kws. What's the math on that?? I don't know but I'm tired of paying for it.
So, I'm getting my facts together and filing a formal complaint. I'd like you to do that too if you think the same thing happened to you. What I'm doing right now is trying to stir up the nest. I'm gonna be a real hornet to these guys. An immediate show of arms would be to call , the electric company and asked to be sent a statement of your activities since the arrival of the new meters. I want to draw enough attention to this that we get media and possibly even an attorney.
Other than that things are good and I'll try to blog again soon.
Some people might think such a thing crazy or at the very least irresponsible. Even the best and most faithful of Christians would be reluctant to lean on Jesus for a paycheck. Let's just say I'm not buying any chicken feed soon.
I leapt right into a new job that made the jaws drop at my old work. I leapt right into a position in the most prestigious firm in North Texas. About four days after my letter of resignation I got a phone call from the CEO of this new company. I hadn't even turned in a resume to him.
So my first day on the job was Monday. They had some debutants fly in from Houston on their private plane. Oh la la. Today is my second official day and it's time to get some work done.
About those chickens....It's still in the work. My grandmother is packing her house up for either remodel of buying a new house. While Aaron and I where there helping her get some stuff done, a neighbor of hers came to inquire about buying some land from her; enough that she could pay cash for a house where ever she wanted one. He wants to build a lake on the property which would make her old house lake front property. I told her to hold on to the house for two years and that we would slowly get it up to selling standards and then I would take my happy butt to a funeral propetier in Paris who would just pee pee his panties to have some one from "New Job" come to work for him. I could move into the lakehouse then and pay rent.. ..and buy a swimming pool for night swims :) That is my future in creative process for now.
Ya'll stay in touch and let me know whats going on wid ya.
Baby's come up with a new idea and I think it just might work. It's not even a crazy idea. The timing is divine. I gave my two weeks notice at work on Sunday. I sited a "leap of faith" as my reason for resignation. That day my grandmother bought a new house and needs someone to rent her old one. Ya'll know I've been talking about chickens lately.? Well, bak bak I might get me some. I still wont have a job. I figure that's secondary at this point since I don't have one as far as I can see past two weeks and my lease is up real soon. I'm thinking I could talk some of those good ole boys in gay Paris into giving me a job if only on the weekend to get my apprenticeship done. Who can pass up some really cheap labor? Well, it seems a lot of people these days can, but I'd work free if I had to to get the license and work a full time.
But,
It's all thought right now.
That's important.
I'm trying to believe; trying to believe in the power of creation. Trying to believe that God is good. I'm still uncertain, even though it's been proven to me time and time again. I'm always worried that I won't make it and I'm not real certain where it is. I think it's some like this: A simple life, lived with honor and in honor. Hard work .Well deserved rest and fun. Honesty and Ideals. A few oddities and brightly painted walls. A well lit table with happily scribbled scripture of how to live a life of value. Love, joy and compassion. To know the peace of redemption, and the relief of acceptance, a home town and chickens.
I want to travel the world but always be able to come home. I know such a thing is possible. I want to be part of a community. .......You know, I actually had that growing up in small town America. Sometimes it sucked but over all you just learned to live with people. You had to see them everyday of the week and their parents knew your parents and ya'll where related and ate the same cornbread on Sunday morning.
I'm to the age know that I can correct young people. I mean, it's kinda my job now. I think that's the natural way of life. I stand up for injustice and just say no to ignert behavior and I'll will give a hard thump to any punk who tries to play me. I'll give em the Knuckle of Aunt Phyllis. She had a thump that would ring your ears.
Well, that's my update.
I want a pool too....with tiki torches in some place where I can go swimming at night. A deck would be nice, since you know, we're creating and all. Maybe Jules could come back around and he's be all normal again.
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