Freshly Stewed Meat Sauce

Wednesday night. Day 3 out 5 working days. Average of 11 - 13 hours a day = the brain equivalent of freshly stewed meat sauce. I swear when I move my head from side to side I hear a watery type of swhishing sound. At my age that CAN'T be a good thing. Plus we are not in the "busy" season yet at my job either. Can you say "Early Retirement due to Mental Instability"??? I can but worry I won't be able to if I continue at the pace that I am.

But what choice does one have when you have bills on top of bills and a Son to raise. These dang kids cost a lot to raise these days you know. When I was a kid my mother made all my clothes which was why when I sat on the couch sometimes no one would see me because my clothes and the fabric she re-covered the couch in was the same but what the hell did I care? I was never home anyway... always playing baseball, football or hockey until they would drag me home. But these days you can't do that it seems. The kids have to be in organized sports - you never see a pick up game of baseball any more. These days everything is so structured and monitored that the child has no time to develop on their own. Just about every park i take my son to there is only one other child or two and the parents are so over protective they leave half the time or have the child so over protected that they freak when my son asks them to play or even their name. When I was a kid it was so easy to make friends - "whats your name? do you like baseball?" if they gave their name and said yes, you were friends.

I feel so bad for my son because he is as friendly and outgoing as I am and he struggles so much in trying to make friends. It should not have to be that hard. And another thing... making friends these days as adults is even crazier - most people are so wrapped up and guarded with their own personal woes that they feel like you want something from them in return for even just a friendly hello. Why is that??? granted I am a sales person so most people fear and loath my very existence but even when I'm at the gas station filling up and say "hello" to the person next to me, more times than not I receive a look of "what, why are you talking to me???" in place of a simple "how ya doin?" in return. Maybe it's just simply my long hair, dark sun glasses and burly build that causes people to be leery of me. But the guy at the post office is covered head to toe in tattoos and has piercings in every place one can pierce themselves and no one seems to mind. I would think most folks would be more wary of him as far as their personal hang ups go instead of my long hair, but maybe the comparison is unfair since he is at a work place and I'm just some nut across from you at the gas station.

I have a bit of rant to go on about in regards to something at work but need another day or two before I spew a rant about that. But I promise an update of verbal barbarity will ensue once the situation has come to its end. Thats enough blah, blah, blah about my life as I am sure you can endure for one day and the meat sauce of which my brain is functioning as, has come to a boil and is leaking quite grossly from my head.

Thanks for reading this babble - take care and for the my sake and yours, GET LAID!!!