Forces of Good and Evil
10/07/11 06:26
This is no time to get weak in the knees. We have mold, missing skirts, mice, and mischief to contend with. That said, there is no connection like a wired connection. Am I singing to the choir here fellas? I was liking the idea of streaming movies and such from my computer to my TV some 2-3 rooms away and bought a TV with that in mind. It was a good idea in theory. That was, until HD came along and then it wasn't so easy. Thank god for my LAN connection. It made it all work. All I had to do was replace the wiring that the DirectTV guy had strung along the backside of my house with the 100 foot CATe5 cable I bought off Amazon for $5.99. Can you believe the local Radio Shack wanted 60 bucks for that cable. They nearly had it rung up when I told them I just couldn't take it knowing that I could get it for so much cheaper off Amazon. I walked out and never looked back. And now, after all is set up, I have my a' la carte arrangement that I have always wanted. I watch what I want to watch when I want to watch it and I don't pay for anything I don't want to watch. It's guys like me who will put the Warner Cables, the Comcast's, and the DirecTV's out of business.
I just don't know where that boy goes every waking hour of the day. He leaves behind nothing more than a cereal bowl when he leaves the house in the morning and we have to leave him a message on his phone late at night to find out where he is and when he's coming home. Just when you thought he was done with sleep-over's from his youth, it seems that they are now back with a passion. One can only hope that passion has nothing to do with it since he is a good looking boy and the kind of boy that girls have a hankerin' for. As his Aunt Debbie reminds us from time to time, he's not just cute. He's really, really cute. When he is home he is still his usual self. Cantankerous and annoyed. Always annoyed, or so it seems. And his mother annoys him like no other. At least I have the common sense to know when the time is right to speak to him; to ask him questions, etc. I can't say that the same is true of his mom. I just pray to the baby Jesus that he stays out of trouble and off the hard core stuff. Knowing the group that he hangs with I am not hopeful. He is old enough to make his own decisions and will live with whatever consequences follow. Fortunately or unfortunately, so will we. It may be that age-old battle between good and bad. The forces of evil versus the forces of good. Our money is on the baby Jesus. The alternative is too difficult to contemplate.
I filled the tank of the car yesterday and will give a wink and a nod to Evan and tell him to keep it between us. His mom wants him to use his own money to fill the tank. That sounds good but just how much discretionary income does she think he has? He has no job and his only source of income is what he gets from Da from time to time. Granted, Da is generous to a fault so Evan is typically flush with cash. I was in his room yesterday for something or other and saw his wad of bills sitting beneath his baseball on the table next to his bed. I suspect he either forgot it or left it there for safe keeping. Nonetheless, had he filled the tank it would have put a serious dent in that wad of bills. Gas is just so expensive these days. Just when I thought it was going down, it now seems to have reversed course. Those bleeping sheiks! We should just round them up, let the camels find their way in the desert, and put them on a reservation somewhere. We did it to the American Indians. And all they asked for was to be left in peace. So I'm hoping Evan keeps the secret between us and what his mom doesn't know can't hurt her. If he's smart, he'll be judicious with his driving and that tank will last a while. Hope springs eternal.
I just don't know where that boy goes every waking hour of the day. He leaves behind nothing more than a cereal bowl when he leaves the house in the morning and we have to leave him a message on his phone late at night to find out where he is and when he's coming home. Just when you thought he was done with sleep-over's from his youth, it seems that they are now back with a passion. One can only hope that passion has nothing to do with it since he is a good looking boy and the kind of boy that girls have a hankerin' for. As his Aunt Debbie reminds us from time to time, he's not just cute. He's really, really cute. When he is home he is still his usual self. Cantankerous and annoyed. Always annoyed, or so it seems. And his mother annoys him like no other. At least I have the common sense to know when the time is right to speak to him; to ask him questions, etc. I can't say that the same is true of his mom. I just pray to the baby Jesus that he stays out of trouble and off the hard core stuff. Knowing the group that he hangs with I am not hopeful. He is old enough to make his own decisions and will live with whatever consequences follow. Fortunately or unfortunately, so will we. It may be that age-old battle between good and bad. The forces of evil versus the forces of good. Our money is on the baby Jesus. The alternative is too difficult to contemplate.
I filled the tank of the car yesterday and will give a wink and a nod to Evan and tell him to keep it between us. His mom wants him to use his own money to fill the tank. That sounds good but just how much discretionary income does she think he has? He has no job and his only source of income is what he gets from Da from time to time. Granted, Da is generous to a fault so Evan is typically flush with cash. I was in his room yesterday for something or other and saw his wad of bills sitting beneath his baseball on the table next to his bed. I suspect he either forgot it or left it there for safe keeping. Nonetheless, had he filled the tank it would have put a serious dent in that wad of bills. Gas is just so expensive these days. Just when I thought it was going down, it now seems to have reversed course. Those bleeping sheiks! We should just round them up, let the camels find their way in the desert, and put them on a reservation somewhere. We did it to the American Indians. And all they asked for was to be left in peace. So I'm hoping Evan keeps the secret between us and what his mom doesn't know can't hurt her. If he's smart, he'll be judicious with his driving and that tank will last a while. Hope springs eternal.