I need a housekeeper, a carpenter, a painter, and someone to take care of my yard. Only problem is that my wallet of course, disagrees. My ideas and my wallet aren't usually on speaking terms. They're not friends. I'm taking my lunch to write about this, because I can't seem to squeeze it in anywhere else any more. Time is becoming too valuable. I need a blogger too. Did I mention that? I mean, someone who can read my thoughts and type what I'm thinking, so that way, I won't have to. Right. That'll happen Jon. Right around the time I get a degree in Astrophysics. I need a web editor too.
I need a clone. A clone of me. I don't know how to contact the planet Kamino on the outer rim, so that idea is out. My manners aren't good enough for them to like me anyway.
While all this sounds bad, stupid or even crazy, I'm loving it. I'm having fun doing all the things I want to be doing. I'm up to 90-some drawings with the children's books. Photography starting to bust loose. Which by the way, to my 3.8 readers - the Photography section was recently updated with some pictures never before seen. Really. They're from another planet. And they have Nikon Cameras there. And Photoshop.
I don't know how people with children take on two to three jobs. Or four, with hobbies. Something's gotta give somewhere. And I don't even have kids. Spring hasn't even started yet, and we're wondering how our yard is going to get mowed this year. I spend on average about 12-14 hours per day behind a monitor doing something. Sometimes more. I actually squeeze in guitar playing while my backups are running to relax me a little. I've been virtually non-existent on Facebook. Except for the occasional exploding hot dog. Those who saw that know what I mean. I'll link this post on FB, and then people will think I'm lying, because if I don't have time, what the hell am I doing on Facebook? Then we'll go in circles and there will be drama. And anarchy will prevail. Cats and dogs will live together. And I'll still be drinking Coke. With a smile.
