A couple hours late...

But nevertheless...
Four on Friday

Q1: Would you rather spend money on good times and nice things now or invest it for the future?

Q2: How concerned are you about a widespread outbreak of what's being called the Avian Flu?

Q3: What's the temperature like in your office/place of work? If you're not comfortable with the temperature, what have you done--or what could you try to do--to do something about it, or does indoor temperature not matter all that much to you?

Q4: 2: When you put gas in your car, do you attempt to put in an amount that equates to a specific dollar amount (say $19.00 even), or are you okay with paying whatever amount pops onto the screen at the time the gas first stops flowing from pump to tank?

A1: Based on the non-existence of any savings account, I would have to say I'm spending my kids inheritence now on them. Let the good times roll. I've made peace with the fact that I will be working til the day before I am laid out in a coffin.
Unless of course some wealthy vision-impaired male wants to marry me. Then, maybe I can retire and live the life of a goddess.

A2: The Avian Flu hasn't even bleeped on my radar. My world is as big as my house. Sad, but true. Unless the Avian Flu bites me (or someone I love) on the nose, I'm not worried about it.

A3: I am always hot at work. Always. I've brought in a fan and have it blowing in my office continually. I wear sleeveless tops. I'm barefoot most of the time (in shoes, boots or flip flops.) I do not wear tights or nylons. It is horrid being uncomfortably warm in an office. I can handle the heat in the summer - wearing shorts and tank tops... but having to wear 'dress up' clothes is killing me.
By the way - I'm the only one who has this complaint. The rest of the females I work with are COLD. They wear gloves, parkas and scarves in the office. And have brought in electric heaters for their desk areas.

A4: I am so OK with weird dollar amounts on my Visa. Who has time to fiddle with a gas pump to get an even dollar amount? Get a life, I say.


So, my weekend has gotten off to a turtle-slow start.
After spending $500 to get his windshield wipers to work on his 25 year old car, tonight his key didn't work in the ignition.
So both guys took my truck (again. And again. And again.) to Youth and I stayed home. (Again.)
Not only has he spent more money than the vehicle is worth, he has wasted any spare evening he had getting the parts, putting them in, taking them out, buying new parts, asking for help, putting them in, taking them out... It has taken 2 months! Two months of him not being able to drive his car when it's raining. Two months of him using my truck on raining days.

Listen to me whine. First I'm hot. Then I'm stuck at home.
If that's all I have to complain about, my life can't be that bad.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. That when he does borrow my truck, he's going to Youth.
2. A laid back week coming up, with the kids enjoying "Autumn Break"...no school.
3. I can sleep in tomorrow. R e a l l y sleep in. Til, like 10:00 am.

Proverb of the day:
"A wise person is hungry for truth, while the fool feeds on trash." 15:14

Trash.
Trash, like junk food?
Trash, like smutty novels?

Hate it when these proverbs hit me where it hurts.

Goodnight from a fool on a feeding frenzy,