Pit Fro.

My crazy hus said something about having afro-type pit hairs as opposed to stringy branch pit hairs.
I think most people's pit hairs are the latter though.

I made myself a salad, and I made myself eat it.
I knew that many of the ingredients would be turning soon, and if I didn't eat them then I was no better than my Son, who throws food away like a true American.
And I will be Gad Dagged if I am going to let myself turn into my Son.
The salad was a success and now my belly is full (which I am thankful for) AND my conscience is cleared because I didn't waste my money on salad I didn't eat.

The massive block in the gulf didn't work.
Icy crystals!
But do people even care about that boring oil leak anymore?
Oh really? You DO!?
Well then what are we supposed to do about it?
I need some type of color coded product to buy in order to show my "support" for the Gulf Oil Disaster.
Preferably it would match my "Haiti" merchandise, and be a petroleum based product.

Al of our tools for a better future are being closeted or co opted for commercial gain and it makes me sick.

I don't know, the results are not all yet in.
I have a lot to ponder.
lovmatthwe

Two Different Waves.

Change is not easy all the time.
Remember the horse I hoisted my Huz up onto?
The one that will hopefully carry us to a new land?
Well I encouraged her to do that, so I can't be too upset that it changed things.
I need to be able to adapt.
Adaptation is a profound process.
I need to be thinking of the future as well and I think that I scared myself with this realization.
I looked into a puddle that allowed me to see into the nearish future, and I did not like what I saw.
And so I have to do something about it.
I was so busy psyching up Mama T that I forgot how easy it is to be the psych-er, and that it is much more difficult to be the psych-ee. Although I suppose that like with anything else, it all depends on what you are talking about.

So, I am going to do something about it all right now.
A small baby step towards the future, a small brick in the wall of progress.
The wall that never stops needing tending to.

It was my birthday yesterday, I turned 32.
Damn! What an age I live in!

I have more to talk about, but I will let the suspense build instead.
lvoamthew