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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Why the F**K Did I Lose $50,000 -Fifty Thousand Dollars ---F**K

I thought that the guy upstairs would have given up by now. But he is still cranking his fucking music. That means that I have to keep up with him, and keep mine cranked up.

I generally like low volume all the time. I'm 55 now, and I guess my rockin' days are over.

But Frank (guy upstairs) must be guzzling a lot of booze since it is the holiday weekend. And now, I have to be the prick, and if he finally shuts his fucking Michael Jackson music off, I have to keep mine cranked, just to show him how it feels when you want to go to sleep,and the fucking music is still playing.

So, self inflicted torture to prove a point, that this drunk upstairs won't get anyway. Damn

My own fault for having to live like a poor man, surrounded by assholes. I deserve this for gambling all my money away.

Did I tell you that I lost $50,000 in 2 months. Who does that if they only make $15,000 per year?  I don't want to talk about it.
Makes me sick. See you tomorrow. Maybe I'll tell you the story tomorrow, of how I got the 50 grand, and then how I gambled all it away in 8 weeks. Fuck

Surround Sound Wars

My neighbor in the upstairs apartment invited me up for a shot of Hennessy White. It burned all the way down.

Its amazing that we are still cordial and friendly with each other. He is always cranking his surround sound system up until it shakes the glasses in my little downstairs apartment.

Now , I couldn't , and shouldn't complain. We must both be in the same financial shape, or we wouldn't be living there.

So , I went on Ebay, and bought myself a surrond sound system. Now when he blasts his, I blast mine. I'm fine with that.

He even asked me once if he was playing his stuff too loud. I told him that the only time he will hear mine, is when I can't hear my own, because of his.  He was fine with that.

That's it for today....Just gonna chill for the rest of the evening.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Can You Sell Ice Cubes to Eskimos ? Use the Direct Approach

I have to admit, there are some slick sales people out there in Internet Land that have me wanting to buy anything they sell if it comes in a nicely packaged website.

And then, my friends, there are some people who want to cut out all the fluff and take the.....mmmm.......let me call it.......The Direct Approach.

While visiting all my fellow bloggers, out there in blogdom, I stumbled across a site that uses...............................The Direct Approach to attain its sales quota.

I'll admit, I was a little jealous at first when I saw her technique.  Yet I realized very quickly after reading her blog there is no way I could, "nut it out" . She is in a fearless league of her own.

If you want to find out what "nut it out" means and who says it, I encourage you to visit a real great Australian girl, who offers a no nonsense product, with a sales technique that will
have you digging into your pockets.

You won't want to miss out on a chance to experience  The Direct Approach.


I told you I was going to introduce you to some of the more intriguing people "in this universe", and you're not going to want to miss a chance to meet...........................

                       
                          Pretty Tarny, as she presents....The Direct Approach

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Domestic Violence and Police Don't Mix

A comment was left on my previous post by an extremely content filled blog called Behind The Blue Wall .

My reply to that comment will be the subject of my early morning post today.

Cloud, the author of this well documented blog about domestic violence committed by police , got me thinking as to how I display myself when I make posts that bash cops.

I am not racist against police.  Even though that's like saying that cops are a race, all their own.  Which sometimes.....I wonder.

I agree that not all cops are bad. But I also don't believe they are anything close to a hero.


They are paid to respond, and are equipped with a weapon, which makes them the "most capable" individuals to alert in an emergency.

It is the unarmed, plain clothes citizen, who comes to the rescue, armed with nothing but courage and love for his fellow human..........those are heroes.

I believe that, it is not the person, it is the uniform that transforms this trusted profession of "serve and protect", into harrass and pass judgement.

And far too often, as  Behind The Blue Wall exhibits, it hits home.

I say these words as an American citizen with no criminal record, and zero points as a driver, having no agenda.

P.S.........The contributions made by Sting in assisting the victims of Hurricane Katrina........Maybe the Police are heroes.



Tuesday, May 25, 2010

My Crap is Nothing Compared To This American Disaster

Every day I become more proficient at the inner workings of blogs.

Yet, as my experimentation with finding other interesting blogs progressed, I happened upon a blog that I implore you to seek out and view.

I have it listed to the right in the "Blogs I Follow" section.

It is a blog that reveals and exposes the Domestic Violence That Cops Commit .

In my archives, I had a post that was titled COPS SUCK.  After discovering this informative and content filled blog called Behind The Blue Wall, I have not grown any fonder of that profession.

Tell your friends and loved ones to visit Behind The Blue Wall , especially if any of them are suffering domestic abuse from the ones who are employed to protect and serve us.

stuff

I almost got sucked into the marketing mecca that blogging has become these days.

Maybe I have a computer that is so out dated that it does not block the bombardment of banners and pop-ups suggesting that if you "click here", there will be money there.
But when enough of that type of solicitation kept appearing on my screen,  I finally succumbed, and began trying to sell things on my blog.

forgive me.....

Even though finance is at the forefront of most endeavors these days, I forgot that blogging should be to comfort and inform and most importantly, expose. Blogging experts (of which I'm not) will contend there are many other reasons for blogging -and there are - but those 3 - *comfort*, *inform*, and *expose* will be mine....OK?....OK.

Blogging comforts me in knowing that there are so many more happy people out there than the unhappy.  Maybe , I am biased in that opinion, but I surf many blogs, and most of them I just click "NEXT BLOG", because those blogs are about happy and peppy and bursting with love....people.

Blogging informs me on the life style and customs of other cultures, and allows me to experience the world from my tiny office.

And finally, blogging exposes the inner most thoughts and feelings - good or bad - of my fellow humans, on the events in the world that affect all of us.

I have to confess that I was very frightened of asking that my blog be invited to join other blogs because mine was not all blessed and perfect and happy and peppy and bursting with love.  My blog was going to be about all the everyday crap in my life, and consequently, how it got to be so crappy.

So when I saw that along with all the happy and loving blogs I was reading, there were, also,  just loads of ...."Why Don't You Buy What I'm Selling" blogs, amongst the selections, I tried to tweek and conform.....and maybe I could get accepted into the blog society.

I haphazardly refined my blogging techniques to where I was revealing some of my crappy life, and combined it with marketing techniques on selling an affilliate item , with someone else's website. 

A simple review of my previous posts, (though perhaps cleverly disguised in the Title) will suffice as an example of how I was willing to desecrate the sanctity of the blog.

Starting today, I am going to return to writing about my dreadful life.  The first and foremost reason for this decision, is that I love to write.  "Please tell me"  -kind reader- 
"Isn't a blog just a diary for the world to be able to access"?

My blog posts will always be truthful, yet not always cheerful. 

The very first comment I ever received for my very first blog was from a reader that (in so many words) said.... "I needed some professional help".  And she didn't mean golf lessons.

The commenter, who herself has a wonderfully visual and expressive blog, helped me to realize that at least there was no "bull-s**t" coming from my brain to these written words.

So, I invite you to drive by my place every now and then, and stop for a cup and a dish of whatever I'm serving that day.  And until I have enough money to be able to agree with others who profess that "money can't buy happiness", you're going to have to share some humble pie along with a couple of anecdotes of a poor man's survival in America.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

"Thinking" and "Driving" Should Be A Violation

I have kind of gone off the beatin' track here is the last couple of posts, and I don't want you thinking that my life now is peachy and keen.  I just thought that if something good happens while I am documenting my Natural Disasters, then that diversion is also worth recalling in my life. 

So I planted myself here today, in front of my monitor, in my self proclaimed "Creativity Room" ( converniently named because I could not afford a bed ), and proceeded to reclaim some of the thoughts that traversed through my head as I navigated my  Toyota Scion around the "hydroplaned" water trenches that extended for miles on Route 78, in New Jersey. 

Yes, I live in Jersey, and except for the seasons, this state has everything.  And I'll use that slogan when I become the Governer.  You didn't know I was running, did you?

Anywho.........as I was driving, I was thinking about of a lot of great stuff.  And I was so afraid of forgetting my thoughts,  I ran over to my computer and accepted the first piece of writing software that was quickly available, and, as the darkness cleared,  this screen was right in front of me.....right where I left off about 2 hours ago, so.....I am saving my thoughts here.  I don't care if you make millions of dollars with the great stuff I thought of while I was driving.   You'll see.......I am going to write it down now, hit the save button, and the "publish post" button, and then............you will be able to see my great ideas that I don't even have copyrighted.  And it is because , maybe my ideas are crap, or......(and I would rather have this comment) - my ideas have already been done, you bozo.  Does anyone remember Bozo?  Did I watch him?
Here is the first one of my thoughts
A Theme Coffee Table


It could be any style coffee table, any shape, any size.  Yet, instead of the top of the table being made of wood, or glass, or ceramic, or whatever material.........how about a coffee table where the top is tempered glass (safety thickness), and is supported and suspended approximately 6" above the finished surface of the coffee table, itself.

The selling point here is that, in between the void of the actual table top and the supported tempered glass,  an architectural theme would be displayed.

It would be a 3 dimensional Display of all the traits and qualities that are in the person's life, totally viewable through the glass top.

I would like to know if Tiger Woods owns, or would like to own a coffee table (manufactured in the highest quality) for his living room, with a layout of a golf course (tress, sand, water, the whole deal)  and perhaps some Porcelain sculpted golfers, as an attractive and conversational furniture piece.

So, all who read my stuff, please let me know if this has been done, or is dumb. And you can say dumb.  Just don't spell it Dum

I have more dumb stuff that I will put in here tomorrow......or........maybe a good idea. 

Or, maybe a million dollar idea .  DO NOT CLICK THAT!!!  This is about MY  idea, not someone else's.
I have more of my stuff tomorrow.  I just put that link in there because I can't let a day go by without at least mentioning how I am starting to get more money.

That's why I don't change my bio.  I never want to forget, or go back there.

Friday, May 14, 2010

We Need To "Save Money"....And "Make Money"

During the course of my financial recovery, I will be introducing you to Professor Mack Michael.

For those of you who are new to my blog, Professor Mack Michael is currently responsible for the turn-around of my rather dire monetary circumstances.  And I will tell you more about him later on, maybe tomorrow.

But today, I just want to tell everyone about a new way I incorporated into my life to actually save money.

I discovered that if I am to make a full financial recovery, and achieve some real happiness at my 55 years of age, then not only do I have to make money, but I need to save money.

And I am not talking about putting money in the bank.....I'm talking about finding cheaper ways to do everyday things, so I will have more available cash to invest in my new business ventures.

I have found a new way to make phone calls.  OK, now don't leave me just yet.  This is not a sales pitch for a new phone company.  A sales pitch would be if I was getting compensated , or getting a commision for getting you to buy into it.  Its not that at all.

I have been giggly with excitement over the Magic Jack.  You know, the infomercial you see all the time on TV about this little device that you plug into your computer, and then , like magic, you are supposed to be able to make phone calls.  Well, gosh darn, it works.

Being desparate to cut back on all of my bills, combined with being a sucker for stuff that sounds too good to be true, I dialed the 800 number and ordered the Magic Jack.  Now, you can plainly see, that there is not one link or banner for this Magic Jack anywhere on my blog, so I am not selling it. I am just letting all my readers know how unbelievable this little Magic Jack device is.

I find myself bringing it up in conversations with people I meet, so why not blog about it here. 

So, I get this little bubble wrap package in the mail and I open it up to find a little device incased in foam with one page of instructions.  The instructions were so simple that I seriously doubted that I had been instructed in all that I needed to know to get this thing going.  I anticipated and imagined a multitude of problems were going to be encountered in setting up the Magic Jack.



I plugged the Magic Jack into my computer, into the same kind of port designated for your printer or camera, and low and behold it smoothly uploaded into my computer, with a telephone keypad on the monitor with links and instructions that effortlessly assigned me a new number that was ready to use.


The sound clarity was exceptional , both outgoing and incoming, as I easily was able to dial from my phone or the computer screen.  There is voicemail, and a host of many other options that you normally receive with other companies, included for free.

It actually sounds like I am selling this thing.  But I am not.  If I could, I would , because it is so easy to brag about.

The money savings part of this story is really the climax.  I purchased 5 years of calling and receiving, in the US, with not one penny of anything extra ever being charged to my bill, for $69.95

You would not believe how many times I questioned, actually grilled, the customer rep about me not seeing one single cent extra , ever on my charge card, for any ridiculous reason such as fees, or taxes, or voicemail, or anything more than the $69.95, for the next 5 years.

They assured me that I can and receive unlimited phone calls, any time of the day or night, 365 days a year, and will never see another cost for a phone call for 5 years.


So the next time you see that Infomercial on the Magic Jack, you can believe all the hype.

More about Professor Mack Michael tomorrow.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

What If There Was A School For Making Money?

When I was first introduced to Professor Mack, it was almost his voice alone that captivated me.  Yet, as I listened closer to what he had to say, it was the sincerity in his delivery that had me wanting to hear more.

Professor Mack Michael runs an online course called Maverick Money Makers.  And if you don't want to hear my description of Mack Michael or Maverick Money Makers, you can skip all my accolades right here. http://www.missioniswealth.com/

At 55 years of age (me) , you almost give up on having a ton of money, if you don't already have it, and,  you think it is too late to learn how to make a ton of money.  That's the downside, for most people when you grow older....you lose your dreams.  Yet, even when I was young I always wondered why college courses never offered a class on just making money on the Internet.  Not that at my age I would have returned to college, but that would sure be one heck of an interesting class.

Mack Michael has such a course.  And he teaches it as if you were sitting at your desk, with the Professor writing every move out on the chalk board , and finally entering a group of equations, where the only answer is making money.  And just as a mesmerized student, who is captivated by the teachers delivery, the Professor has you shaking your head, up and down, and saying to yourself,  "yes, I see it now, it's so simple. Why have I not realized this before"?


The answer is of course the Professor.  Mack Michael will hypnotize you with his voice (to start off with), as he guides you step by step with his video classes on how to start "shaking the "leaves of money" off of the trees in this vast Internet forest"

Yes, Professor Mack Michael has taken this old man (me again), who figured the only thing left to write about in life was bad luck that left me broke, and he taught me how, at any age, with the right teacher, you can begin to accumulate wealth.

As I mentioned in previous posts, I have had fantastic loving times , growing up with my children and family.  But after they are gone, and life and accumlating weath seems to have passed you by,  you begin to write a bio like the one you see to the right of this post. And , I will leave my rather forlorn bio posted in this blog, to remind me of where I was until I implemented the teachings of Mack.

  In my updated blogs, there will be more about Mack Michael and Maverick Money Makers and how he has taught me , in text book fashion, to make my retired years, one of a Mission To Wealth. At 55, I just started to learn how to operate a computer.  Imagine the amount of cash you young people will accumulate after studying with the Professor.

Go and meet Mack Michael right now and see his money making course at http://www.missioniswealth.com/ , and let the Professor take you by the hand into a calculated, step by step course of wealth accumulation on the Internet.

Monday, May 10, 2010

A School For Money

I have decided to leave my rather negative bio on this blog so that you can see where I was with my life.

What better way to let any fellow human being know how I felt about my life and my finances.

Blogging became a way for me to write a public diary that I could look back on and self analyze.  I also began to read a lot of other people's blogs, and most often they would always be about how wonderful and blessed their lives were.  There were also many blogs of inspiration and steps towards changing your life.


I began surfing the net for more information on how I could possibly, at the age of 55, find some way of turning my life around.  And the more I looked at my life, the more I realized that I had plenty of love and good times with my children as they were growing up, just as these newcomers to family life were illuminating on in their blogs. 

I guess if computers and blogging were available in my day, I would have had cute photos of my kids and wife, and bragged and beamed at how they were growing.

But what I was missing then, and still missing up until one month ago, was the money. 
                                          And then I met the Professor.


The Professor taught me how to make my mission in life, one of wealth accumulation.
As the days and weeks progress, I will reveal more to you about Professor Mack.
You can meet him and watch and listen to his videos at http://www.missioniswealth.com/

Meet Professor Mack

Not much time today to post, but I want you to all be able to meet Professor Mack Michael.
Go to http://www.missioniswealth.com/

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Changing Reality.....A Matter Of Quantum Physics

This post is directing you to view the profile of the author and of all the previous posts, for they are of important relevance to the changing of reality.

In Quantum Physics, there are many unanswered questions. It is almost the basic nature of the study, to remain forever in question.  But the one subject that most authorities on the will agree upon, is the effect that it has on the past and the future.

Follow my future posts and meet the Professor, as he changes my reality.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Cops Suck !

I don't usually do 2 posts in one day.  But I wanted to get this one down and in before I calm down and talk myself out of it because some cops , or inlaws of cops, might read my blog and be offended.

And it is because of the fact, that in my profile, towards the end I state that I love and respect my fellow man and woman, as long as that fellow human intends no harm.  So you could be gay, Indian, janitor, old, lawyer, judge, prostitute , and I would accept you and not pass a predetermined opinion on you.

So, feel free to comment, because I am not going easy on this one.....

Cops suck!

And I am tired of calling them heroes.  Any time that I was in any kind of dire situation in life, I had to get out of it myself.  Not once in my 55 years on this earth has a cop ever come to my aid.  I was attacked by some Latin King gang members, at an ATM, and wound up fighting my way out of it, but suffered a busted jaw and a fractured orbit.  So, I could have used a cop there, but the gang members did not give me a chance to make a call.  And when did the cops show up?  After I dragged my bloody and busted body to the nearest home to call for an ambulance.

But this post is not about the cops protecting me from gang members, but that my only interaction with the police in 55 years has always been a negative experience.  Granted, the majority of the interactions were when they were busy meeting their ticket quota, ultimately transferring my funds into the state coffers.

Let me quantify this rant by explaining that about one hour ago, I was pulled over be a cop for speeding, and it simply was not true.  I have been pulled over for speeding before (not in the past 10 years) and took the ticket unwillingly, without any resistance,  because I knew they were valid. 

In this particular incident an hour ago, I calmly explained to the officer (cop) that he pulled over the wrong speeding vehicle....mine.  The explanation I gave to the cop to substantiate his mistake, was quite valid and sensible, and a little too lengthy to bore you with here, but should have kept the young boy trooper at bay.
Yet, the only thing that boy in a uniform and hat could see, was his ego being questioned.  And you know it is true, that most cops would rather write that ticket and be wrong, than admit to a possible error in his egotistical judgement.

You will see time and time again, when a cop is caught using his badge to dole out his own brand of justice.  And some police sympathizers might claim that those are isolated instances, and not true of all cops.  I say what they those cops say to me about speeding......"If we caught you this time, its only because you do it all the time and just got caught".

I told the young boy, in a uniform and hat with a badge, that we would be seeing each other again in court, as I intend to plead not guilty.

It Is Bad And Wrong To Fly Your Plane Into An IRS Building

When I retired at 55 years of age, I had it fairly well figured out that I would have enough monthly money from my Pension to pay the bills.

I was a  Union carpenter for 33 years and at the age of 53, I acquired a disease called Ankylosing Spondylitis.  It is basically a fusion of the spine, for which there is no cure, and only pain management.  So heavy lifting (which my job required) could no longer be accomplished and I was forced into retirement with a disability.

After a rigorous investigation by the Social Security Administration, along with documents from my doctors and their doctors, I was also awarded Social Security Disability.  After 33 years of being a carpenter, I was now disabled and could not work in my profession.

One would think that my Pension check and my Social Security Disability check that I receive every month would be enough for a disabled person to live on , with some dignity.  Not so.  Our government, specifically the IRS, has decided to put their greedy hands into my only income, and levy my checks for over 65% of their net. 

Now granted, it is because of the poor choices I made when filling out W-4 forms and the late filing of my taxes, back in my younger and stupid days that put me in such a financial debacle with the IRS, but to levy a disabled person whose only source of income are the checks I was awarded because of my disability, IS JUST NOT RIGHT.  Those bastards (IRS) are taking $24,000 per year from my $37,000 per year income. 

The person who flew his plane into an IRS building , was wrong in taking innocent lives, while he took his own.  Yet, I can only imagine the kind of havoc they were wreaking on his financial life, to drive him to do such a horrible act.

I, now disabled, have been reduced to less than poverty level income, while I sit and watch our government hand out billions of dollars to people who make millions and will never suffer.

The IRS is not some robotic machine that is only operating by electricity and some computer commands.  It is run by humans, and I am sure that the many letters I write to the IRS machine that they are inflicting an immense financial hardship on a disabled person, are read by a human being.  All it takes is one human being in the IRS to approve some type of relief for my levies.  And it certainly is not the IRS building that is non-responsive to my requests.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The Bible

I read somewhere that the Bible is , year after year, on the best seller's list.

In my "about me" section, I state that I am not a religious man.

I was born Catholic and was hussled off to church, every Sunday as a youth, guided by my mother who I know  now was only following "standard operating procedure" for the son of an Irish and Italian in that era (1955 - 1965).  And I know this now because after receiving the crowning glory of "confirmation", my mother never got dressed up on Sundays any longer, and I was not forced to go to church.

And unlike school, I was never told that "not going" would get me in trouble. So , I was very happy to be over with religion.

When I surf through blogs in different categories, I will more often than not, encounter Bible related blogs, with stories of blessed lives, accompanied with passages from the Bible.  Some even have whole scriptures as the post for the day.

I would have to say, without hesitation, that the extent of my knowledge of the Bible would have to be whatever television shows or documentaries I have viewed during my lifetime, that had some religious content.  I have been to plenty of motels, during the time that they put Bibles in the night table drawer, and never once bothered to read a single passage.

So , here is my point to this blog post today.  I started to read an "online" English version of Genesis from page one.  I am assuming that what I selected is the beginning of the Bible.

Now, I am hoping  since I discovered that a huge segment of bloggers seem to have a genuine faith, that my many questions about passages from the Bible, be addressed and commented on from any objective and informed reader. 

My plan is to read a few pages of the "online English translation" of the Bible every day, and enter any queries in all my future blog posts.  I am also going to post what I think I learned from the pages I am reading.  Please comment on anything that you feel I might not be getting right. 

So, after my first readings, I am asking myself :
Why could man and woman live to be centuries old in the beginning?

And then I couldn't mentally grasp the meaning of this passage : 8:20 And Noah made an altar to the Lord, and from every clean beast and bird he made burned offerings on the altar.  What did he burn?

So far the Bible is interesting, and what I am reading seems like general knowledge that I accumlated through the years from TV.  Just those couple of questions above are presenting me with belief issues.

I am going into this Bible reading thing with an open mind and the premise that I should take what I read "in good faith" that it really happened that way.

  

Don't Do Crack.......worth repeating......Don't Do Crack

I want to tell you a bit more about the girl named Blondie.

You remember.....the NJ Go-Go girl that I was sleeping with for about 8 years. See blog entitled "She Devil".

The reason Blondie comes back into mind, is that today I found myself planted on a bar stool at Lookers Gentlemans' Club.  I was emersed in a sea of artificial fog, while I gazed upon what I thought to be a goddess from the heavens.  OK< OK....so a 55 year old man sucked down his southern comfort and beer too quickly and everything looked good.

Well, anyway, this beautiful, voluptuous , Swiss blond joined me at the bar after her 10 minutes on stage had elapsed.  She must have thought I had money, because the first thing she asks for is a bottle of Champagne.  I put the brakes on right away and advised her that we would have to get to know each other a little better before the Champagne starts pouring.  I really just didn't want to pay the $200 she was trying to earn for the bar.

During our brief conversation, Miss Swiss I'll call her, revealed to me that she did not have any photos of herself, and that no one has ever offered to photograph her.  I don't know what it takes to become an agent for a model, but let's say that a potential agent starts out with , let's say, Tyra Banks, for their first client.  Wouldn't that kind of put the agency on the map right away?  Because Swiss Miss would be that gem or catalyst that could start my new career and she has agreed to allow me to be the first one to photograph her. 

I will then be zero-ing in on blogs of models and agents to see what is on the minds of people in that field and find out where to go next to get some exposure.

The title of this post is a warning to all beautiful blonds, or whatever color you wear your hair.  The beautiful vuluptuous blond that I was sharing a bed with for 8 years turned out to be a crack addict.  Some one has to tell me how she hid that from me for the first 4 years.  I did not dump her after finding out, because she was still hot.  But as time went on, the crack began to take away from her life.

Besides the money it cost me to bail her out of jail after resisting arrest, and the money it cost me to find my car after she borrowed it and lent it to a crack friend who subsequently stole it,  CRACK has now left her with very little teeth and the jail time put some major starch pounds on that once hour glass body.  DON'T EVER DO CRACK.  YOU CAN NEVER COME BACK FROM CRACK.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Do I Deserve a Biography?

When I first started my blog, I described it as a "biographical documentation" of my life's experiences......

If you read my description now, you will see that I changed the wording to a "culmination".

One of my favorite shows on TV is BIOGRAPHY.  It is on A&E, and is a well done presentation of the stars and important figures we have all come to know.

So , I have to ask myself, if you don't do anything in your life except raise your kids and work and earn a living, am I deserving of a Biography, just because I am the one writing it?

I 'll have to ponder that one for a few days.