So Much Has Happened

So much has happened. I'm so lazy...I need to start writing in here more. So...what's new...oh...well...I got a new car! How awesome is that. I had buyer's remorse immediately after buying it but I love it now. Brand? Honda. Mode? Ridgeline! It's a cool modern looking rig...not to little...not to big ...it's just right. If you ever want to ride in that bad boy call me...we ca cruise around...I can show you the numerous do-dads (correct spelling?) it came with.

So.... I need to do my thoughts again. I recently began listening to some blogs...and dear lord...if they can do it...so can I.

Let me jot down some quick thoughts (these will mean nothin to ya...but a world of help to me)

1. Mike Waller and Carmichael Honda..."oh...a driver side visor mirror?"
2. "The greatest discovery in bird song neuro-science"
3. Give 110 %
4. Uncreative panning clothes on floor

I should start a memoir about my experiences of peddling water. I've met so many interesting people out there. One thing I've learned having met everyone? Everyone wants to talk and share who he or she are. I don't know why.... well...wait…that's not true. I do know...it's the same reason I like talking with people...it's nice to know that people care about who you are. If there is such a thing as a trite axiom I think I just wrote it.

Oh...and so everyone knows.... please never again refer to me as "the guy without a job." It's insulting...because I make good money doing what I do...and it's a job. It's not a typical job where someone company whips out there checkbook every other week and cuts you a check for following their instructions. No... I sell water...for me...no one else. Every night I know if I succeeded or failed...and for me.... that’s a rush. I love knowing I did it...without a safety net.

Does it make sense then why, quietly, I'm so enraged when people belittle what I do. "Oh Paul? He just sells water for a couple hours every so often. It's not real work." Let me put this in a classy way: eat me! Do you know how much prepping I do? the shopping? the checking of inventory? the advertising? Granted, it's not a 40-hour workweek...but it's rewarding...and that's the best work.

Now…if you’ve spent some time with me…you may notice I poke fun at my “full time” employment. What gives? you ask. He makes fun of himself…and I can’t kid about it? Think of it this way. You know how some black people run around callin’ each other n****…but if a white person does it… suddenly it’s offensive. Same principle. I’m a “n****”…. and you’re just “whitey.” Some people have crossed over and can joke about it…they are the Eminems of my clan; “white” with the “n****” clearance. Have you been cleared? Probably not. Very, very few have.

Oh...and... a quick bit of news...I now pay for everything. I’m on my own. Got it?? That means no "Paul get's everything on a silver platter." The silver spoon has been removed from my mouth...and who initiated backing off the parental bankroll? Me. I needed something different…. I wanted to be more independent…and now that I am…. please bury those belittling comments.

Consider this the liberation of me. I’m usually never so blunt. I usually couch all my real thoughts in jokes. How refreshing… I think being genuine and candid, for me, is now the status quo.