Thursday, October 15, 2009

Gig 'em

Before I started writing this blog and my column for Examiner.com, I really could be done with my “chores” by 9 am and opening the first beer of the day. Not that I ever have, I just liked knowing that I could. Sort of like the 2nd amendment guys who like to know they can own lots of guns. Come to think of it, they do.

Well, I don’t pop the brew at 9. I am too old. My knees pop more than the cans do. And my hands have arthritis, so I need a cheater to really open a lot of cans. And then I just have to go to the can, so I am finding it better to just lay off till 5 pm.

Besides now I have a 9 to 5 job. Yep. It takes me all day to write my column and blog. On a good day, I make $2 for the column and zip for the blog. On a bad day, I make 50C for the column. Still zip for the blog.

Before I stayed home, I made a lot more than the average worker in the US. Even in a bad year. The Princess is probably scratching her head about that and pulling out my old W-2’s. Okay, it has been awhile since I had a good year.

I never thought I would end up doing this. Except for the occasional poem and sweet card (and one rant to our local representatives), I haven’t really written a whole lot. I am sure our congressman is grateful for that. In fact, he probably celebrated we moved out of his district.

Anyway, my teachers in High School wanted me to do this. They thought I would be good at it and I would enjoy it. Aside from getting high (it was the 70’s), I figured that was a dead end route that didn’t pay anything. Turns out we were both right.

I do love it. And it doesn’t pay anything. Except an occasional reply from one of you that you enjoyed that day’s blog. And that gives me more satisfaction than I ever imagined.
Plus, I can no longer be included in the US Census as a Sahd, because I have a paying gig. That ought to make my Dad happy. Perhaps not my father-in law.

But as the Texas A&M Aggies say, Gig ‘em if they can’t take a joke.

Don’t get excited Aggies, I still don’t like you on Thanksgiving Day. And Carson can still go anywhere but there and Oklahoma. Some things never change. But that’s another story.

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