Furry Friday: No Love for Lola

Seeing as how we were blessed with snow in the great North East this week, I had the luxury of staying home a day and a half due to "inclement weather."  Making exceptional use of this time at home I got caught up on Jersey Shore re-runs, put in four hours of shoveling, and fit in a two hour nap.  In the middle of all of that I somehow managed to feed my two nameless fish, walk the dog, and entertain phone calls from my pal Danielle.  Tough life, I know.

Home-ownership is grand…

It appears we have a variation of King Midas’ curse: everything we touch turns to crap.  Earlier this spring the lawn tractor battery needed to be replaced, the truck battery needed to be replaced, some capacitor thing in our flat screen TV decided to overheat, and our house decided to start peeling.  Then the truck exhaust went, the boat starter, and now the bearing spindles on the mower deck for the ride on mower.  And of course, all of these things cost money.  Big green dollar signs.  I’ve decided I don’t want to be a grown-up anymore.  It’s suddenly lost its appeal.

I take back all those times that I fought my mother to take a nap.  God, I miss naps.  I take back all those times I said “I can’t wait to grow up and move out!” Living was free and easy then.  Unfortunately I was one of those precocious five year olds determined to grow up and be successful.  Well, the growing up part happened and I guess I’m successful to a degree but much like the rest of the country, I was not counting on our “Great Recession” and the compounded greed of politicians.  So as successful as I am, it never seems to be enough.  I laugh now because my mother always used to say “how does it feel to want?” when I was a whiney little kid at the checkout line.  Well, now I have a new found perspective and a whole new appreciation on how it feels to want.