At it again...
Well, since I am being linked to...I might as well begin again.
Holidays.
Need I say more?
Well, I am going to anyway.
Just got back from doing the turkey day thing in Orlando. Went relatively (chuckle) well. Mother did the traditional cook for a small army, which works as we had 16 people, and a sit down dinner. 24 pound turkey, 10 pound ham, and probably all the traditional junk to go with. Every one managed to bring something home with them. I managed to pack up a number of things I had been missing (I had just reached the I have one of those! Oh its in Florida phase of living up here {being Jonesboro for you out of touch with my existence people}). So thats good. However...
It has begun folks. The lets-make-James'-holiday-a-moneyless-living-hell annual tradition. I got into the office, where my trusty steed Philip has been stored these past few weeks(been doing a lot of driving in the company truck), and lo and behold, a large puddle of what looks to be transmission fluid was sitting under. As it wasn't there when I left, I called the local Isuzu place, and when I asked if I could make an appointment to see how bad my Christmas will be (my nearly exact words) the service manager chuckled. I am, on some deep cosmic level, very frighted by a chuckling auto service manager...especially when discussing my car. I find out the bloody details somewhere arround 3 pm today.
Well, besides that, student loans are due (bad), Friend/brother Rick is coming up for Christmas (good), My games and comics link is closing (bad), probably didn't order enough plates to finish armour (annoying), Halau is probably going to be moving back to Hawaii some time within next year (depressing), found some pleasant company SCA wise to hang out and drum persian style with (fun and educational), bla, bla...bla, bla.
Question:
With my history...
If I am living under a bridge, am I truly homeless or just being culturally significant?
Those who know will understand.
Believe it or not, I am actually looking forward to the legendary Atlanta winter ice storms.
I think I have hit grumphood.
(GRIN)
Holidays.
Need I say more?
Well, I am going to anyway.
Just got back from doing the turkey day thing in Orlando. Went relatively (chuckle) well. Mother did the traditional cook for a small army, which works as we had 16 people, and a sit down dinner. 24 pound turkey, 10 pound ham, and probably all the traditional junk to go with. Every one managed to bring something home with them. I managed to pack up a number of things I had been missing (I had just reached the I have one of those! Oh its in Florida phase of living up here {being Jonesboro for you out of touch with my existence people}). So thats good. However...
It has begun folks. The lets-make-James'-holiday-a-moneyless-living-hell annual tradition. I got into the office, where my trusty steed Philip has been stored these past few weeks(been doing a lot of driving in the company truck), and lo and behold, a large puddle of what looks to be transmission fluid was sitting under. As it wasn't there when I left, I called the local Isuzu place, and when I asked if I could make an appointment to see how bad my Christmas will be (my nearly exact words) the service manager chuckled. I am, on some deep cosmic level, very frighted by a chuckling auto service manager...especially when discussing my car. I find out the bloody details somewhere arround 3 pm today.
Well, besides that, student loans are due (bad), Friend/brother Rick is coming up for Christmas (good), My games and comics link is closing (bad), probably didn't order enough plates to finish armour (annoying), Halau is probably going to be moving back to Hawaii some time within next year (depressing), found some pleasant company SCA wise to hang out and drum persian style with (fun and educational), bla, bla...bla, bla.
Question:
With my history...
If I am living under a bridge, am I truly homeless or just being culturally significant?
Those who know will understand.
Believe it or not, I am actually looking forward to the legendary Atlanta winter ice storms.
I think I have hit grumphood.
(GRIN)